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Summary: Henrietta Potter just wanted a quiet life as a doctor in Boston. She shouldn't have gotten mixed up with the Winchesters, then, should she? AU. Fem! Harry.

Ansuz Call

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"Asmodaeus!" she snapped, slapping his wandering hands.

"Sorry," he replied, not looking sorry at all.

"Oh, go find some college girls. Or your step-mother," she added cruelly. "You're no use here."

"Sorry, but she's right," the other man said, sighing. "Go on."

The second Asmodaeus left the room, his lips twitched.

"Really, Raziel, his step-mother?"

"What? She is."

There were appreciative chuckles. Raziel was the Queen of One-Liners.

"I thought you were friends with Naamah," Mammon smiled.

"She knows her son's a slut," Raziel shrugged. "Goodness, it's no secret."

"Back on topic," the first man ordered. They immediately fell in line.

"La Metatron is silent. Worryingly silent."

"The Four stir lightly, and Michael is unsettled."

"The Beast is Loosening."

All talk of omens stopped.

This was the worst fear of both the Upper and the Lower Realms, that he would overcome his bindings. The Beast was the personification of all human evils, and there were plenty of those to go around. Every time someone did an act of malice, deliberate or otherwise, he grew in power. With Rise of Man came Strength of The Beast, although he was there long before – so long that even Lucifer didn't remember. It was not a creation of God, but a side effect of the shadow inherent with the light. He himself would have to stop it, if they could not, and not since the War of Heaven had He ridden.

"The Fall is near. Too soon," she said softly. "She sent me."

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