Emma regarded each of them with a raised eyebrow surprised at how close in age the three women appeared to be. It made her curious as to whether some kind of curse were involved, like with her own family. But mostly these thoughts just offered her a distraction from growing concerns about the whereabouts of her son and the feeling of having failed Killian.
“Wait. THE apocalypse?” It wasn't something she'd ever heard mentioned outside of a few religious types who were no doubt mainly trying to scare non believers into being ‘good little boys and girls’ but this woman didn't strike her as the ‘bible thumper’ sort. Could there be anything to it? She shot a questioning look toward Regina who merely shrugged her shoulders.
Regina couldn't decide whether these people were just plain crazy or if there was actually something to it. One eyebrow slowly rose as her gaze fell on the formerly dancing blonde who claimed she could do something without the need of actually removing the heart and for a moment very nearly asked for proof of this. Perhaps at another time when there were less judgmental people around.
Only a brief flicker of curiosity in her eyes betrayed her thoughts. “There's no…’mess’ involved in the way I do it either.” She suspected that little imp intended to use someone else to fight his battles. It was the most logical conclusion. But for now she'd focus on what needed to be done.
Serafina turned her eyes toward Emma who zeroed in on one particular part of what was said. “I’m afraid so.” It might not have concerned her to such a degree if she felt more certain that her ‘brothers and sisters’ had nothing to do with setting these things in motion or at the very least that some were fighting to prevent it. “The first seal has been broken. Maybe more.”
Her respect for his father was the sole thing that prevented her from kicking Dean Winchester’s ass. If that idiot had stopped for one second to consider the reasons behind his being offered that chance to get off Alastair’s rack then maybe, just maybe, they wouldn't be staring at the very real possibility the ‘end of days’ had begun.
She gave a quick eye roll at the series of questions asked by the witch. “Tempting. But no.” While an archangel she was hardly a saint so the thought had crossed her mind as the vampire was certainly attractive but she was presently suffering from a slight case of ‘one track mind’ at discovering Eve’s progress where the horsemen were concerned.
“As for your other question…that's a no. We need him and the others to be on our side.” If Liana didn't return soon with information then she'd be going on a little ‘hunting expedition’ to get her hands on a demon who could be made to talk.
“Yeah, I think so. Why?” Gabrielle sent a look his way without concealing the mild interest his familiarity with the name had sparked. While the woman had obviously made connections in this world over the last decade or so the fact remained Cordelia was from an altogether different one.
Kara was preoccupied with her phone as she read through various emails from their contacts searching for any information that could shed more light on Eve’s end game. But so far none of the hunters knew much of anything but all had promised to keep an ear out.
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