The man oozed fear. It was almost enough to make Alastair laugh. ❝I think that the more plausible question here Mr. Dunn is what am I not who.❞ Stopping his arms limp at his sides Alastair's eyes were blank. ❝Curiosity has brought me here. Professional curiosity.❞
As the stranger stepped nearer, Benji instinctively took a few steps back.
"Who are you?" he asked, eyeing him up cautiously. "What do you want?"
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His eyes followed Dean's
hand. Dean was hiding something. Alastair
wanted to know exactly what it was he was
hiding. However, there was some energy
something rolling off Dean that led Alastair to
believe that antagonizing him may not be the
wisest decision.
❝A different animal-- but,
not new. Something old.❞
Just what he needed. A blast from
the past that was like a punch in the nuts.
He swallowed, his hand automatically going to
cover the Mark on his arm, thumb
tracing over the raised skin.
"I’m a different animal than the one you trained."
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❝I know a lot of things. More than you can ever imagine.❞ Alastair smirked taking a couple steps closer to him. ❝Let's just say that if I get my hands on someone I have a way of getting information. That's how I know your name.❞
Benji froze at the sound of the stranger’s voice. It was dark therefore making him hard to see but he kept his distance.
"Excuse me?" He asked, knowing not to acknowledge that he knew Dean. "How do you know my name?"
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The fear that radiated off of her
was intoxicating. Alastair became almost giddy
though it wasn't clear. When she finally spoke
a grin curled over his face.
❝I'm not just any demon.❞
What she was exactly was what
he wanted-- there was something different about
her and that was something that Alastair wasn't
used to anymore. After thousands of years as a
demon not much was new to him.
❝What the hell do I want with
you? My my my such a mouth. I've got a few
questions. Questions that must be answered.❞
Torture From Grand Torturer Himself ||
Her heart began to pound as she still seemed to trying and wiggle
out of the holds. It was no use, she tried to calm down and center
herself. But the fear that had consumed her mind began to settle
a pit in her stomach.
❝Let me take a wild guess? You’re a demon.❞
She almost spat as her eyes went to his shoulders, indicating
her guess was correct. A black shadow hovered on his shoulder.
She had ceased her movements as she now sat still watching the
others movements.
❝Besides the obvious of your curios mind about me.
What the hell do you want with me?❞
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❝Well if it isn't my star pupil.❞ Alastair
smiled. He hadn't seen Dean since the
whole Sam incident. Quite unpleasant it was--
something was off though. ❝It appears as
though something has changed although I can't
quite put my finger on it.❞
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❝It's a slippery slope your walking Mr. Dunn. These
streets alone-- knowing your friend Dean
Winchester is who he is. Perhaps you ought to be
just a little more careful when you're out. You know
you wouldn't want just anyone to grab you.❞
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❝It's amazing how a couple
hundred years of people
thinking you're dead can
leave a man feeling--- murderous.❞
Alastair began scanning the
people for someone-- anyone
that would be a worthy
victim.
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Time passed-- how long well, that was relative. Earth
time was different than Hell and Alastair tended to keep Hell
time. Finally movement and a small smirk crossed his lips.
As the bright blue eyes opened Alastair began to speak.
❝Ah-- and finally you have decided to grace me with your
presence. Fight all you like but, you're stuck here for as long as I
choose.❞
Slowly moving towards the woman Alastair eyed her up. She
was after all his newest carving toy.
[ go-directly-tohell ]
Feeling a pounding in her skull, Kayla moved
her neck to the left and right. Her eyes still closed
a small pained grunt moved from slightly parted
lips. Trying to move her body, seconds passed
as her body didn’t move with her minds orders.
Her bright blue eyes slid open, now seeing the
explanation on why she has not been able to
move. She was bounded to a solid object, one
in which she would have struggles with if she
kept moving. The area around her had been
tainted with darkness, but for Kayla she can
see in the dark. Blinking several times,
struggling to try and get loose a chill
drew up her spine. As she snapped
her eyes to a presences that had
made itself known.
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It was clear Alastair could still
get under his skin. Dean was
always horrible at hiding that.
❝Ah you didn't know-- that's
always the excuse isn't it?
You didn't know you were the
first seal-- you didn't know
you were having a showdown
with me. Perhaps it's all true
but eventually you have to
answer for the things you've
done. No matter who you
save-- it's not going to make up
for the lives you've taken. The
innocent souls that have been
lost at your hands.❞
It was clear that Dean wanted to
keep his eyes on Alastair-- not
that he wanted to do a thing to the
Winchester. What good would it
do? Besides he already knew he
could break him.
❝I thought it was clear why I'm
here-- to watch the world burn.
After all that's what I've always
wanted. If you go down with it
then that's just icing on the
cake.❞
Of course the slight sentimental
side of Alastair didn't want to see
Dean go up in flames but his
loyalty to Lucifer came first.
❝You can't honestly tell me
you're surprised to see me.❞
Dean did his best to try to keep
Alastair within eyesight. While
Dean might’ve gotten Alastair
spitting blood to the very ground
his shoes walked upon, there
was a moment there when
Alastair broke free and taught
Dean what would happen when
messing with the big guns.
That memory was burned into his
head not just because of the sheer
embarrassment he felt and the ache
that consumed his body when done.
But because that was when Alastair
told Dean that he was the reason
that he was struggling to survive and
taking care of a camp full of worried
people.
If people found out about Dean
breaking the first seal, there
would finally be hell walking the
earth. No more would the older
brother be a leader, but a disgrace
to even be titled as one.
”I didn’t even know that I was having
a showdown with the big boss until
the wing dicks came to me and said
to get information. Hell, they threw
you to me like I had no choice. But I’m
not going to deny that I liked watching
you tied up, getting tortured by your own
pupil.”
Dean had no upperhand here,
that much for sure. Alastair was
keen at the art of getting to the
truth, even without tools. It was
like his eyes could burn into Dean’s
head and pry the information out
of him without a single flick of
pain. And it was because Dean
was trying to one up someone
who cannot lose. Alastair.
“What do you even want, Alastair? Why are you here?”
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cuffedhimself:
Dean looked down at the pliers in hand,
coated with sanguine and tissues. It was
sick, gruesome to the eye, but didn’t create
a reaction out of the Winchester. No. This
was a familiar sight Dean knew all too well.
”Maybe because I’m aware that this person
is still living and there’s a chance we can
keep him alive.” It was a lie as soon as it fell
from his lips and Dean knew it.
Dean was sloppy because of the lack of
time he spent into doing this thing over
the course of the years before the outbreak.
But picking up the pace again, Dean had to
admit: the demons wouldn’t crack as easily
and as fast as they would in hell. And that
always brought disappointment over Dean.
”I think you’re the last person who should
be giving me advice on torturing, Alastair,
since it was me who had your ass chained
up and gagging on your blood for a few good
hours, tops.”
Time had done nothing for the eldest
Winchester boy. He'd learned
nothing-- Forgotten his shortcomings
and placed himself upon a pedestal
that simply did not exist. If he had it in
him Alastair would have felt sorry for
Dean but, that wasn't in his nature.
Pity was weakness and that was something
that Alastair refused to feel. There may
have at one time been a small amount of
fondness for Dean Winchester but clearly
he'd lost whatever sense he had and that
fondness was evaporating before his very
eyes. Dean was nothing more than a detestable
human like the rest.
❝He can be kept alive?❞ Raising
an eyebrow Alastair snorted
shaking his head. ❝Blood loss
means nothing to you then?
Because clearly-- judging by the
amount of blood on the floor amongst
other places this man is lucky he is
still alive.❞
Continuing to circle him like prey
Alastair's assessment of the situation
was simply that Dean like every
human didn't have the patience to
torture-- The words from Dean's lips
stopped Alastair for a moment in his tracks.
❝Ah you were indeed the last person to
have me choking on my own blood-- the
difference though between you and I-- I
liked it. Not to mention that without the
help of your feathery friend I wouldn't have
been there. Let us not forget that.❞
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Dean Winchester from Supernatural
(I’m here all the time)
Spock from Star Trek
(I do replies as I collect them)
Seeley Booth from Bones
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Alastair from Supernatural
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Cain from Supernatural
Peter Quill from Guardians of the Galaxy
Four from the Divergent Series
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