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Lorelei
For a moment, Lorelei thought she felt a flicker of electricity in her brain, but the sensation quickly passed. It was merely another (unasked for) transport. There wasn't even a God there to yell about using a phone to contact her, or to let her go off by herself if she wanted to, but she didn't care. Appearing back in the throne room in Hell, Lorelei pulled out her blade, and marched down the halls, her eyes red. 

Each demon she encountered met a swift end. Her anger consumed her, and she laughed the entire time, as the bodies of more and more demons fell to the ground. Eventually, when her hands were stained with an impressive amount of blood, and at least a hundred demons had been slain, she let out a contented sigh. "What are you looking at?" Lorelei snapped, spotting a demon who was quickly attempting to vanish from her sight. 

"N-nothing, your highness...N-n-nothing at all," the demon stammered, as Lorelei came closer. She twirled the blade in her hand, as if considering whether or not to continue on with the slaughter. "You know what's so terrible about plans?" Lorelei asked, a funny edge to her voice. 

"N-no..." the demon stuttered, Lorelei's blade now pressed against his neck. "Of course you don't. Honestly, the help these days...Well. Plans shatter. Fall. Break apart. You plan for your enemy's plan and they plan for yours. Plans, plans, plans!"

The demon remained silent, as the blade began to cut into his neck, small trails of blood pouring out. But he didn't dare say a word. "But what can't you plan for, hmm? Chaos. I want you to spread the word. Get everyone that isn't essential out of hell. Wreak havoc. Cause despair. Kill. Murder. Maim. I honestly don't care...Let the blood fill the streets."

The demon nodded frantically, thankful as Lorelei released him from her grip. "Go have some fun, or you'll end up like the rest..." She nodded towards the trail of bodies, and the demon didn't need to be told twice. It didn't take long before all of hell heard the words. Any demons not needed for security, for the function of the place, were to surface and begin causing as much misery as possible. 

Lorelei, meanwhile, simply sat on her throne and laughed.

Lorelei
Of course, it always flattered her when people recognized her. And the fact that Castiel hadn't blasted her into bits or let her out of the trap, Lorelei took it as a compliment. She grinned at him, recognizing fear and apprehension. The flames burned on, fighting valiantly against the rain, but they couldn't last forever. Like it or not, Lorelei would be able to leave the trap within the next few hours. The angel couldn't keep her there forever.

It'd be rude, after all. "Really?" Lorelei asked, trying to hold back a laugh. "Please, keep the asshat. It's like keeping an atomic bomb in the garage--never know when it's going to go off." She never really did enjoy having the devil locked in Hell, after all. To her, the best case scenario would be having him dead, torn to celestial bits so that way no one could put him back together. It was the safest and most logical choice. 

"You are going to kill him, of course," Lorelei surmised. "I heard you were thick, Castiel, but fucking hell, if you honestly think keeping him alive and free to roam is a good thing, well..." her voice trailed off, and she made a bit of a face, as if to indicate he was nuts. She rolled her wrists a bit, letting them crack. It was getting a bit dull, just standing in the fiery circle. 

"They'll be killed if Lucifer remains free, Castiel," Lorelei warned. "And maybe the next time, they won't come back. Winchesters aren't immortal--remember Sam? Dean? Yeah. They'll die just as bloody if you don't take care of this properly."

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