Hunting is not a favored pastime.
She’s certainly done enough of it over her life time, and there are some out there who would claim that was all she was good at given her recent escapades, but she finds no real enjoyment in it. An order is an order, and if the order is to hunt a human, a demon, an inanimate or animate object? Then that is what she does. She’s spent so much time following along after little lost boys and daddies with complexes; hunting traitors and angels and vessels, guns and blades and anything that Azazel sent her for.
Another order should simply be that; an order to follow, something she has to do else face the consequences. The problem is that this one is different. This one interferes with her own sense of vengeance, and she’s never really had much in the way of control when crossed.
She’s not stupid enough to think that just because Asmodeus has been sent back to hell that she’s out from any sort of watch. She may have been favored by Azazel for a great many years, but Azazel is gone and she’s found herself smack dab in the middle of hell’s politics and machinations whether she wants to be or not. She doesn’t even have the option of throwing someone else under the wheels— she hasn’t seen any of Azazel’s other children since Crowley’s brief stint as king and the purge of the Lucifer Loyalists. Few other demons will come at her call without Azazel or Lucifer’s word to bolster hers.
So she’s following the word of the order and tracking down Crowley. She is determined to find him, though not for Asmodeus or Beleth or anyone else. She doesn’t want to hand the traitor over to the Fallen. She wants Crowley for herself.
She wants to burn the brand into his body and forcibly bind him to his host. She wants to dig her claws into his twisted and malformed essence, yanking it against the bars formed of his host’s bones and beat his true self bloody with them. She wants to curl her fingers against his host’s flesh and pick it off layer by layer. She wants to break him until there is nothing left and all his secrets are hers.
She wants to carve her name— her true name, not the name she’s stolen— into everything he is.
Only then, when he is little more than scraps of a being, with nothing left but someone else’s memories… then she’ll give him to Beleth.
But first she has to find the bastard.