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scoutdoesstuff · 2 years

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day 4 of me taking the names of the daily samples of tea i've gotten form a month long subscription box and made a fic of them.

this is potentially one of the saddest things i've ever written, with trigger warnings for what is functionally suicidal ideation, frank discussion of someon else possibly commiting suicide, and mentions of the potential of a parent killing their child.

to say that i did not think this is where a flavor called "ramona's liver disaster tea!" would take me is kind of a fucking understatement but um surprise? maybe?

(earlier -- happier -- fics in this month long crazypants challenge can be found here)

Sad Sam Moments. Or, Sam's thoughts the morning before they get to Detroit to meet the Devil.

“Ramona’s Liver Disaster Tea!” Ramona says, appearing from behind the beaded curtain hiding the kitchen from the rest of the restaurant. She hustles across the restaurant with a steaming cup of tea that she places in front of Dean with a flourish. “It’ll clean your liver right out and you’ll be right as rain by the end of breakfast!”

Dean gives her a smile that’s megawatt charming by normal people standards, but severely lacking by Dean standards. “Thanks, sweetheart,” he says, and moves to take a sip.

Sam squirms a little in the seat across from him. He can’t stop staring at Dean’s hands, knuckles cut up and bloody from the bar fight two counties over last night. It’s either staring at that or at the bags under his brother’s eyes because Dean just won’t sleep anymore. He doesn’t know how to fix this, how to fix Dean, and Sam’s clock is about to run out.

They’re a half a day out from Detroit. Sam’s got about half a day.

He runs his hands over the ratty tablecloth covering the rickety table that they’re sitting at, tries to commit it to memory so he’ll have something to hold on to in the After. He tries not to count down the minutes, divide up the hours he’s got left here. He can’t think about what’s coming next, can’t wonder what it’ll be like to completely lose control of his faculties. Control over himself was one of the few things he had growing up. It was his means of getting through it all — the ever shifting horizon that Dad dragged them to, the new school every third Wednesday, the perpetual poverty that he couldn’t shake even when he went to Stanford. He got through all of it by being in control of himself.

Or at least he thought he did. He had thought he was in control when he was Ruby’s puppet. And he’d ended the world for that hubris. Maybe being under Lucifer’s thumb was his normal and he was still just too stupid and self-absorbed to see it.

He has to force himself to not think about it. He has to put one foot in front of the other or the sheer terror of what he’s about to do will cripple him. And that can’t happen because he has to go through with it. They’ve got no other shot left for the planet. And Sam can’t fail Dean again. He would rather let Lucifer tear into him for an eternity than see Dean’s heartbroken face again.

(He’ll see Dean’s heartbroken face again, anyway, he knows. He has to hope that Bobby and Cas and maybe even Lisa fucking Braden are enough to keep his brother from eating a gun after all of this— or do something worse, like bring Sam back from the dead again).

Sam sneaks a glance at his brother. Dean’s staring right back at him, hands wrapped around the bright purple teacup Ramona had given him, eyes glassy.

Dean had started a bar fight last night just to be able to do something. It’s stupid and self-destructive, but they’re literally at the end of the world. Sam can’t blame his brother for doing something that would have a beginning, a middle, and an end that Dean could control. There wasn’t a lot of that to go around. So he’d let Dean get drunk and beat on some handsy hicks who didn’t know how to take a no from a lady. Then they’d bundled themselves into the Impala and driven away, cackling and literally punch drunk.

The morning after feels less fun.

Sam knows they’re not getting out of this unscathed. No one in their little party is going to get a happy ending. It’s Sam’s fault and he tries to live with it, but every time he acknowledges it, it’s like he’s gutting himself with a dull fish knife. Over and over and over again, he has to look at Dean, at Bobby, fuck at Cas even, and see their war wounds. He gets to look out at the devastation and think, I did this.

There are days where he thinks John should’ve just ponied up and shot him. It wasn’t enough to fill Sam with a gaping hole of neediness, needing approval and smarts and an unwavering urge to “better himself”. John had looked in Sam’s eyes as kid and seen evil, and he was fucking right.

And god that hurt, in the end. Sam had sworn he’d prove his father wrong in every possible way and instead he proved him right. Fuck, there was a point there when he was ass deep in Ruby’s shit where he was John, almost.

Sam chances another look at his brother, pulling his eyes up from where he’s been tracing the pattern on the tablecloth for going on five minutes now. Dean’s still looking at him, eyes still glassy. Dean’s committing Sam to memory in the same way that Sam is trying to commit living in a body to memory.

A tear runs down Dean’s face.

Sam’s made his big brother cry, at the end of all things. He wants to crawl into a hole and die.

“I spent so long mad at you,” Dean says, voice shaking, then breaking. He rubs his eyes and sniffs. “I spent so fucking long mad at you and away from you and I was so stupid. And now I’m going to lose you.”

“Dean, you were right to be mad,” Sam says. He can’t touch the other parts, can’t think about it or risk going catatonic with stress.

“Sammy,” Dean says and then falls silent, still staring at Sam. His knuckles are white around the teacup. “I’m sorry I failed you,” Dean finally says after a beat.

Sam feels rage burn through him for a minute and it’s almost nice to feel something for a second that isn’t white hot terror, but it’s the wrong feeling. Dean’s fucked up a lot, yeah, but he never failed Sam. Not the way Sam failed Dean.

“You —“ Sam’s voice breaks and now he’s crying, too. Sam forces himself to say his next words to Dean and not the tablecloth. “You were one of the best things to every happen to me. You were definitely the best part of my childhood, Dean.” Sam’s eyes bore into Dean’s, willing some of this to get past Dean’s complete lack of self-worth. “You never failed me.”

They sit in silence for minute, Dean’s eyes pleading with Sam for some kind of a break.

Sam can’t give it to him because he’s a stupid fuck who broke the world eight months ago. All he can do is hope he’s got enough backbone in him to save the world. Cas and Bobby will have to be enough to do the rest.

As if summoned, Cas appears, seats himself next to Dean and eyes their untouched plates of food with a ravenous hunger that doesn’t belong to an angel. Sam makes himself take a sip of his coffee, swallow it past the lumps of guilt in his throat.

Dean clears his throat and stands. He mutters something about calling Bobby to see where the old man is and then steps outside after squeezing Cas’ shoulder once, in a way that implies something more than just manly friendship.

Sam should’ve said more to Dean. Sam should’ve always said more to him. Christ, there’s so many regrets at the end of fucking everything, isn’t there?

Sam catches Cas starting at him, in between giant mouthfuls of what was Dean’s breakfast platter.

“You’ll take care of him?” Sam asks.

Cas catches the implied when I’m gone part of the question without making Sam sweat for it.

“Of course, Sam,” Cas says, still every inch a soldier of god even without his grace. No one’s ever sworn an oath to Sam before. He’s incredibly thankful that it’s Cas, incredibly thankful for Cas and his loyalty and friendship, even when he and Dean had done so little to deserve it.

“Your brother is my charge. I will see him well,” Cas says, eyes never leaving Sam’s face.

Dean returns to the table, game face stitched back on, and Sam lets the moment break.

There’s not much he can be grateful for, here, now, at the end. But he can be grateful for this.

It has to be enough.

#spn #my fic #tea prompts #sam girls are right about sam deserving to have more of a say at the end of season five #like he DID end the world and there needs to be some atonement there?#but he also deserved to have some introspection about it #and maybe a hug #also sorry this is such a bummer guys #tomorrow's is shaping up to be a little wacky so hopefully that'll make up for this one

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randomkposts · 11 months

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Im probably going to finish watch SMT imagine tonight. A seven hour movie.

For Law. Snakeman raising probably reincarnated Azura to be a better devil buster then protag is kind of cute. Snakeman just wants to be dad, let him be dad.

Im probably missing a lot of the fine details of this game, but given searching the internet has not given me the details of a neutral ending, I can live with watching this as my main interaction with it.

If you feel I need more info though, feel free to info dump to me about it in notes or reblogs.

Chaos so far seems to be a bunch of NPCs not Gaian aligned telling you that you fucked the future and brought strife and despair? Regardless of dead or alive status. As protag stares off into the bleading sky?

Is protag Lucifiers other half of the soul, or is something else going on? Reincarnation is def mentioned. No wait, egyptain gids. So set?

"It will not be long before we meet again" guess protag is going to die soon?

Time for side A land of the begining, which kicks off with Snakeman giving some useful advice, that he probably should have done sooner.

So far its a missing persons case with no solid name.

I have to wonder, what is the vending machine incident this DB owes snakeman for? Translation or misinfromation? I thpought the missing DB used male pronouns?

Sorcerers can bind demons without comps.

Is that a diffrent direction for magic, or does Raidou count as one?

Oh contained them in the human body. Like a pact? Like Rei Reiho and Hitomi/ Nemissa?

Nope, I should read the whole thing before speculating. Apparantly the sorcerer manipulated the demons with the bodies.

Like puppets?

Is this lore that will come into effect, or just rumor bait?

Anyway, so three COMPS are collected in varried state of useable, and the DB is assumed Dead. Now to get into home ii, protag talks to, and then teams up with white haired feline (?) ears suit guy

Who is being tormented by a old, possibly reincarnated family friend? Whatever, hes not responsible for protags possible drowning. He'll just play with the goat. Yah you do that budda

Ok. Was not sure what to expect, but it was not zombie tutorial devil buster lady. Er, DB. Kuroe.

"Have to protect. Don't forget"

The mind numbing terror of losing your mind to becoming an abomination.

To hold her hand? Or ease her suffering?

Well this is a zombie scenario, but she is lucid . . .

Oh. Human exparaments. Joy. Looks like the sorcerer is relevent, reincarnating, and nammed Douman. Since Heian times apparantly.

Who teamed up with Ogami

He wants timo reseruct seth. Oh yah, the law ending was kill the demon baby? I think?

Ok, suit ears is called Hiruki. Who has a family legacy of prison breaking methods. Surely he can destory Doumons barriers.

Wards. Whatevs.

But first he needs the catalyst. Gems. Sounding like the OG. Mitsudama?

No situation is too urgent for a fetch quest I guess.

But by the time its done the cosmic egg is broken. Whateves lets go

"After a thousand years the evil battle will be settled"

"The future of my descendents are in your hands." Odd proposal, but sure whynot, ill ship it. Its 1am.

"The great power will eat my soul, and be reborn and I will be reborn as the messiah" you sure you did your research there Doumon?

Yah, dragon Set destroyed the fool.

Hey combat! I've missed combat in this movie, its usually pretty short in this one, but combat music is always great and now I get to listen. And wipe the stove off.

Its nice to move around and take a break from the movie eith the sound of combat music.

So hetrochromic lady I forgot to mention comes in and grabs Sets orband says hes just a copy of the blade of god. Oh ok. Its Louise Cypher, dressed like a secratary. I thought you looked familar. Guess it was you doing the battle comentary as well as giving the code.

The power of satans other half? I thought. Oh whatever. Lucifer is always looking to hire. Funny how I finished Nocturne before 2.

Any other pre SMT 2 games I should know about?

And so Louise Cypher exits stage down, through the pentagram

Time to report, and wonder what possible good Seth would be as a military resource? Guess equivalent to a nuke.

Time to talk to Dilagent Judah, who has apparantly been stalking Protag.

And is talking about soul quality.

And here the idea of creating a savior is born. Doumon was the original intended messiah???

What?

And now Judah wants protag to repent and convert. Buffie is chaos this urn, so nope.

And it seems it will end with reporting to snakeman. Fitting. Kuroe has been avenged.

Snakeman takes a diffrent vibe from earlier. And says his (maybe) catchphrase .

"Show me your guts"

Thats a wrap, unless more is translated and posted, I guess.

It is 1:55 am. I should crash

#smt imagine #shin megami tensei imagine #shin megami tensei #random k #digital devil story imagine #snakeman #smt snakeman #smt azura #spoilers #devil buster Kuroe #devil buster snakeman #smt imagine Azura

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mishasminions · 3 years

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Here’s why the Supernatural Series Finale Sucked

(AND IT REALLY ISN’T JUST BECAUSE CAS/MISHA WASN’T IN IT)

First of all, I’d like to state, that this perspective is coming from someone who has watched, invested in, and dissected this show for 15 years. I’ve tried to rationalize and justify every single decision each of the main characters made throughout the years, and I’ve always tried to make sense of each of their story arcs from a “bigger picture” standpoint as each season progressed.

Anyway, before I can properly explain why the finale sucked, let me quickly take you through 15 seasons by segregating them into 3 eras, because you can’t really comprehend what Supernatural is about and what it’s become without going through how it tried to expand its universe.

SEASONS 1-5: THE KRIPKE ERA

Now, we all know that Kripke was always set in wrapping up Sam and Dean’s story in 5 seasons, and he did just that.

So, in this era, Supernatural is about two brothers who set out on a journey to fulfill “the family business”. They hunt mythical monsters that terrorize the world, while battling the monsters within themselves. Their ultimate “big bad” is an apocalypse.

Towards the end of this era, we find out that Sam and Dean are actually a parallel to Biblical characters who are brothers turned rivals. And that Sam and Dean’s destiny is to go up against each other.

However, as a dynamic, they have always been about making their own choices, choosing free will, and having a brotherly bond that can power through against any obstacle at any given day.

So, this era is neatly wrapped up with its finale. The characters grow, and get justified endings.

Dean, a man who thinks of himself as two things: 1. Sam’s older brother and protector; and 2. Daddy’s blunt little instrument.

He’s spent his whole life believing that that was his only purpose, and he knew that the only ending he’ll get would either be a bloody death fulfilling his duty to the family business; or laying his life on the line to save his brother.

Dean gets the ending he thought was never possible for him, something he thought he could never deserve. After years of living and dying for his family, he gets a shot at having an apple pie life--to settle down with a nice girl, raise a kid in a house with a white picket fence. With Sam gone, Dean’s responsibility now is to himself.

Sam, on the other hand, never wanted any part of it, because he wasn’t groomed the way Dean was, and because thanks to Dean, Sam wasn’t traumatized or forced into growing up too quickly the way Dean was.

So Sam aspires for a normal life, and works the cases with Dean so he can maybe get some semblance of it, when everything they set out to kill are laid to rest.

Ultimately, Sam performs a selfless act for his brother, who has given up everything for him, and for their cause--to save the world.

The journey is this: Dean sacrifices everything to save Sam, and Sam sacrifices himself so Dean could live.

Apart from being Dean’s “savior” and guardian angel, Castiel’s role in this era is to serve as a mirror to Dean’s journey. Castiel goes from being heaven’s foot soldier, following “God’s orders”; to an angel who learns to choose and feel for the first time in his existence.

After they realize that they’re both daddy’s blunt instruments, Dean starts choosing his own path for himself, and convinces Castiel to join him. Castiel stops following heaven, and starts following Dean.

In the end, with his newfound understanding of the world thanks to Dean, Castiel goes back to heaven to reform it.

We’ve resolved the biblical arc, and the character journeys.

SEASONS 6-10: THE SPIN-OFF ERA

So this is where the show realizes how vast its universe can be, so it tries to expand it by tapping into uncharted lands and experimenting with it.

They take on heaven, reform hell, explore purgatory, have the angels fall, turn Dean into a demon, and kill Death.

Dean and Sam recognize their codependency, and try to rise above it.

They go back and forth between which brother will risk it all for the greater good every other season.

Dean and Cas strengthen their relationship by recognizing the impact they have on each other’s lives.

Cas structures his life and decisions around Dean (Seasons 6-7), and Dean learns to trust and fight for Cas (Seasons 8-9).

Sam and Cas bond (mostly over Dean) because of their shared rationales in decision-making.

Dean, Sam, and even Cas also forge relationships with the people they work with. The concept of “found family” is introduced here.

This era was heavy on the plot while establishing, reinforcing, and solidifying relationships and dynamics.

At this point, it wasn’t just about the brothers anymore.

If Supernatural had ended in Season 10, the logical finale would’ve been Team Free Will, along with the family that they’ve found, going up against the latest big bad (Death or whoever). Maybe they lose them along the way, maybe they all make it out alive, or maybe they go down swinging, but at least the show recognizes and supports the message they keep saying, “Family don’t end with blood”

SEASONS 11-15: THE REWRITE ERA

This is where the show runs out of ideas and decides to invalidate the seasons that came before it.

From bringing Mary back (basically rendering their whole journey pointless because they’ve literally started hunting because of her death), to changing the stipulations in being Michael and Lucifer’s vessels (another character struggle rendered useless), to God himself breaking the fourth wall by saying that the Winchesters get away with everything because “they’re the main characters in his story and everything they’ve been through was just part of a badly written narrative”.

But what we’re getting from this era is that Sam and Dean, along with Cas (who has also deviated from the story) ARE trying to escape a badly written narrative.

That’s the “big bad” in this era. The writer.

At this point, the characters have picked up so many strays (including those from alternate universes), and have settled into their roles in their “found family”. Dean, Sam, and Cas all become surrogate dads and uncles.

They’ve also graduated from the whole “we’re on different sides” and “going behind each other’s backs” drama. And they just want the whole family together.

They’ve all resigned themselves to the cause, but they’re also tired. Dean allows himself to contemplate about wanting more out of life or at least getting a vacation. Sam, on the other hand, realizes his capabilities as an effective leader. Castiel learns to love another being that isn’t Dean (spoiler: it’s Jack).

However, they also realize that they’ve just been puppets on a string all this time.

So what they want now, is to write their own story, and make their own choices knowing that God/the writer isn’t the one fueling their narrative.

So here’s why the finale sucks:

Andrew Dabb, the current showrunner, said that there would be two finales.

15x19 - The finale to wrap up Season 15, and 15x20 - The finale to wrap up the series by “resolving the characters’ journey”

In 15x19 the boys find a way to de-power God/the writer. For the first time in their whole lives, they are free from the story. Their lives are completely theirs now. They can make their own decisions. There are no more “big bads” to fight

And here’s what happens in 15x20:

Immediately after being freed from their story arc, Dean and Sam go back to hunting the monster of the week.

Dean eats pie, gets nailed (literally), makes a 10-minute speech to Sam because he knows he’s dying, then he goes to heaven.

Dean is greeted by Bobby, his surrogate Dad who he hasn’t seen (fully alive) since Season 7. Bobby’s expository dialogue comprises of him explaining that he got out of heaven’s jail, that John and Mary are next door, and that Jack and Cas fixed the dynamics of heaven off-screen.

The first thing Dean decides to do is go for a long drive in his Impala (as if he hasn’t done enough of that already).

Meanwhile, Sam decides to stop hunting after Dean dies, he gets the apple pie life he hadn’t wanted since Season 8 (while Dean was in Purgatory), and names his kid “Dean” for effect. He grows old and dies.

Dean drove around in heaven for so long that Sam catches up to him.

They hug. The end.

Great, right?

After 15 years of struggling to battle their own respective destinies, going up against big bads and even bigger bads, then finally being able to take charge of their own stories, Dean and Sam regress to hunting the monster of the week, and get killed off by a nail and old age. Okay.

Sam gets to retire and have a family, sure, but they still focus on him and the kid he named after his dead brother. Still just “Sam and Dean” through and through. Nothing to do with found family. Just lineage. Just blood. And it ends there.

See, the problem here is that this ending would’ve been passable in The Kripke Era. But we’re 10 years down the road since, and while Sam and Dean are the original main characters, the show isn’t just about them and their codependent relationship anymore.

So you see, even if you take out the whole “Castiel deserves to be in the finale because he’s also a main character with an unfinished story arc” argument, the finale still does no justice to the series it tried to “wrap up”.

But anyway, now I’ll make the case for the problem with Castiel not being in the finale:

In 15x18, we get a 5-minute rushed confession from Castiel to Dean. The context of which are as follows:

1. Earlier in the episode, Dean had wounded Death with her scythe. We later find out that this wound is fatal.

2. Their friends start to “blip out” in a Thanos-like snap, and Dean thinks that Death is causing it, so Dean seeks her out, and Cas goes with him.

3. Dean and Cas anger Death, apparently for no reason because she didn’t even do the thing they thought she did. She chases them to try to kill them

4. Dean and Cas lock themselves in a room. Dean starts a pity party.

5. As Dean goes through hating himself out loud, Cas decides to inform Dean of the deal he made with The Empty. He then proceeds to explain the stipulation of the deal (that he would get taken once he experiences a moment of true happiness), then discusses his newfound happiness philosophy. Dean is getting whiplash.

6. Cas goes on to imply that the one thing that he wanted that he knew he couldn’t have is Dean Winchester reciprocating his romantic feelings for him. (Don’t even try to fight me on this because Cas already has Dean’s platonic love, and he knows that Dean thinks of him as a brother, so if he really meant this in a “familial” way, then why would he think that he couldn’t have the thing that would make him happy?) So Cas’ realization is that telling Dean about his feelings is enough to make him happy.

7. Cas tells Dean all the reasons why he loves him (thereby combating Dean’s self-deprecation tirade), and all the reasons why he’s worthy of his love. Meanwhile, Dean is still winded from the fact that Cas is about to sacrifice himself for him again.

8. Dean never gets to process anything, because Cas is shoving him out of the way, as he and Death (who busts through the door) get taken by The Empty.

After this episode, Dean never speaks of it. Misha Collins supposes that Dean doesn’t reciprocate. Jensen Ackles says that Dean didn’t really get to process it because it was too much, too fast, and that Dean, still dense as ever, thinks that Cas, a celestial being, doesn’t interpret human feelings the same way.

So what was the point of this confession?

Politics and sensitivities of a 2005 network television aside, what does this do for the story?

Cas proclaims his romantic feelings to Dean, but Dean never acknowledges it, doesn’t even give it a passing thought afterwards. So Cas’ big declaration goes unheard.

Cas cashes in on his Empty deal to kill Death (who was dying anyway), in order to save Dean who dies two episodes after.

Dean makes no effort to save Cas (despite being really broken up about his previous deaths, or even spending a whole year in Purgatory looking for him), even after they’ve beaten God, not even asking Jack (who has all the power in the universe) to bring him back (when Jack has already done it before, with less mojo).

Dean moves on to fight the monster of the week. Somewhere off-screen, Jack rescues Cas from The Empty, but Cas uncharacteristically doesn’t even bother to go to Dean? (Every single time he comes back, Dean’s always the first person he goes to)

And Cas, who apparently helped craft and reform the new heaven, isn’t the one who welcomes Dean and explains the new dynamics of it?

Sure, Jan.

Supernatural, you’ve created a finale that only your casual viewers and people who dipped out after Season 5 can appreciate.

Just goes to show how much you actually valued the people who actually invested in your story and characters, and consistently helped keep your show on the air.

[RT this on Twitter]

#SUPERNATURAL #DESTIEL #15X20 #I KNOW I SAID THAT MY LAST LONG POST WAS MY LAST ON EVER BUT I REALLY DIDN'T THINK THE FINALE WOULD BE WORSE THAN I THOUGHT IT WOULD BE #INSIGHTFUL INSIGHTS #UNTAGGED #PERSONAL

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orange-plum · 3 years

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So I was commissioned by @andrastesassets to write about the scene in “Satan and Me” where Satan gives his wings away for Natalie, but from his POV. This was kinda a big turning point as a wake-up call in the series for him, as you’re probably aware if you’ve read past that point and seen him be more open with his feelings and such. Anyway, it was a fun little thing to explore (yes, this is canon thoughts of his). I never expected to be commissioned to explore deeper into a canon of my stories that hasn’t been put into words before with the images alone of the updates, but I’m def open to that in the future!

Without further ado, here you go.

The looming presence behind him paled in comparison to the disorienting lurch his stomach gave as he kneeled on the unwelcoming cement floor. Keeping his gaze down, concentrating on the little tremors of his arms holding him upright, Satan struggled to properly see through the fog of stress clouding his mind. Clouding his judgement.

Fuck, this wasn’t the right thing to do, was it? Was he being too hasty? Should he spring up and sprint out the door before he followed through with something he couldn’t come back from? This was definitely one of his more impulsive and reckless decisions he’d ever committed to. Nothing could truly be worth this kind of –

Satan’s hand twitched, starting to rise as nerves got the best of him, when a blur of orange and maroon hovered on the edge of his peripheral. For a brief moment, he found himself vaguely wondering what the smudge of color was in the expanse of drab brown walls and muted trim.

Reality came crashing against him like an unforgiving tide for what seemed like the tenth time this morning. Sweat gathered at the base of his neck and he swallowed.

Satan returned his palm flat against the cement, locking his joints and muscles into place so that he would not stand up. His stomach did another discombobulated lurch.

Right. This was for Natalie. Natalie, who had no right looking so gray, Father, she was like a corpse.

She is a corpse! His mind howled the confirmation at him, leaving his breaths shallow in his welling panic.

Yes, that was true. It had been true for hours now, yet, somehow, the complete depth of what that really entailed eluded him in his denial. How could she be dead when she had talked to him only moments ago? Human’s lives had always felt fleeting, but had any ever felt quite this temporary before?

Less than a year they had been together . . . How had she burrowed this deeply under his skin? When? Satan tried to conjure a memory to pinpoint the exact moment Natalie had become a constant in his life as he bore his back to Death and Pestilence. In the end, it was fruitless. Between his ears remained endless static.

The tension in the air was suffocating. His arms trembled, but he kept his jaw clenched.

He would give them no further satisfaction when taking the last bit of value he still possessed of his former self. They would not see him fall apart at their feet. That could come later, when left in the privacy of this cold, dreary room, where he could lick his wounds and recover in peace.

He was still Lucifer, the Morning Star and omen of destruction to all who opposed him, wings or not.

But, fuck . . . Father, he would prefer to keep his wings.

Somehow, boneless and lightheaded from the trauma of the morning, Satan noticed, with a small sense of intrigue, that his back actually felt heavier now that it was empty. How was that possible?

The long gashes where the trunks had been swiftly carved open spewed boiling trails of lava down his skin, soaking into the hem of his robe and pooling Great Lakes onto the floor. Energy had left in his limbs the moment the numbing kiss of Death’s blade breached his muscles.

On wobbling legs, Satan rose in his shock and joined Natalie at her side. He carefully reached toward her, gliding the tips of his fingers against her ashen cheek, almost afraid to touch, because she looked exactly the same. What the hell? She looked no different than when she had been splayed out like a weathered ragdoll amongst her bedsheets at sunrise, goddamnit.

Before he could garner enough strength to turn on his company and spew venom and vitriol from his lips, Satan froze. Warmth wafted over his fingers under her nose as he lowered his hand. Closer inspection revealed the gentle rise and fall of her chest. The nauseating cramping in his stomach abated so suddenly, he almost keeled over right then and there.

“Give it a few minutes,” Death commented over his shoulder, as if reading his mind. There was no longer a smile in his voice, his face a neutral mask as Satan glanced at him with gritted teeth, the sight of his former pride being folded up and collected like loose laundry too much to bear. “It takes a little while for a soul to acclimate into their body after death. I assure you, her color and liveliness will rekindle when she wakes up.”

Through the haze, Satan vaguely realized he must’ve been making some type of suspicious face when Death suddenly snorted and shook his head, his eyes gleaming. “For all we’ve been acquainted, Lucifer, you should know I’m not one to break my word. Give my regards to little Natalie when she rejoins the land of the living, won’t you. As always, it’s been a pleasure. I look forward to seeing you and your brother again when the time comes for your big day.”

With the room empty, peppered only with the soft sounds of Natalie’s breaths and the distant echoes of Death’s laughter down the desolate hallway, the elephant in the room was no longer avoidable. Satan slumped against a wall, transfixed by the rise and fall of the chest beside him. Even more so as the rosiness began to fill Natalie’s cheeks the longer she breathed life into her form.

His previous adrenaline had left him a hollow puppet, now that there was no longer the turbulent cocktail of anxiety and doubt weighing on his shoulders. Satan allowed himself to drift to the floor, lying beside the only person he had ever met who had compelled him to do something so utterly foolish. Jesus, her daredevil stunts to ground him at his lowest points seemed to have rubbed off on him, and likely not for the better.

Satan’s wounds throbbed at the edges, a constant reminder of the magnitude of what he had just done.

Don’t think about it, his mind lethargically reminded. What’s done is done, so don’t start regretting it now.

“Prophecy child, huh . . . ” Satan muttered, his arm leveraged under his head like a makeshift pillow. The light cascading through the windows almost seemed to light up Natalie’s hair in its luminescence. Amongst the carnage splattered around them from his sacrifice, she was ethereal and without blemish.

He had found out about the Child of Prophecy by chance, becoming enraged at the notion of being kept in the dark so late in the game. Natalie’s existence had changed from an everyday annoyance to one of unbearable burden.

She had the power to sway him? To sway his empire and everything he worked for? A being like that, who would steal his autonomy or cast him spellbound, was too dangerous to fraternize with. There was just too much on the line to risk throwing away for some goofy, loud-mouthed human without an ounce of self-preservation.

And so Satan had done the only logical thing he could think of at the time: He ran away, leaving her with that pitiful, crumpled face as he rejected her in that inconsequential Oregon town. The less time he spent with her, the better off he’d be.

Only . . . That had not played out as he’d hoped. Watching Natalie disappear over the side of a bridge had been like a bolt of electricity coursing through his body. That she would see him as the monster that he was, a grotesque monstrosity that even Michael had recoiled from, and attempt to help him, regardless? Well . . . Perhaps there was more to Natalie McAllister than he had originally considered. He’d cradled her close and winced while he repaid her kindness by accidentally boiling her alive.

Oregon was a wake-up call.

Natalie had piqued his curiosity, her smiling reassurance that she didn’t befriend monsters jumpstarting the heart in his chest that he had presumed stopped functioning centuries ago. Not only that, but he had no way of knowing he would soon find out that running toward the very man attacking her and her cowardly little friend, despite the blatant terror in her eyes, was only the tip of the iceberg.

“Oh,” Satan muttered, something foreign flooding into his chest, emotion catching in his throat as he stared at Natalie’s slumbering form.

Silencing Hell for him at the cost of her soul . . .

Calling him her guardian angel. Crying, not for fear of Hell, but for fear of being separated from his company . . .

As much as he wanted to deny it, the fondness in Natalie’s eyes as she smiled at him was undoubtedly genuine. She really did seem to look at him like he hung the stars above her head.

“I love you, Lucifer. I’m glad I got to meet someone like you.”

Satan trembled, unable to properly sort through the sensations overflowing from his chest as Natalie’s eyelashes began to flutter. Champagne bubbles tickled his stomach, and though not required to breathe to live, he felt so remarkably breathless at once.

So that’s what this is, Satan distantly thought, watching pale eyelashes finally parting to reveal a cognizant gaze, blinking against the trickle of sunlight warming her cheeks. When meeting Natalie’s eyes, he couldn’t keep the smile of relief from his face.

Satan understood that he had never experienced this before, but he somehow knew what to latch onto in his jumbled mind with unquestionable conviction.

I love her.

#satan and me #writing #its not technically but im going to tag it #fanfiction #writing commission #commission #andrastesassets

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serial killer tomarry fic recs please? 🥺

[Evil laughter] I got you, Amanda...

Of Shadow and Blood by Wolf_of_Lilacs

Even serial killers should exercise caution when picking up hitchhikers. Who knew? (Certainly not Tommie Riddle, with a pathological fear of death and a taste for the macabre.)

I love this one to pieces. Femslash, vampire Harry... glorious.

The Matchmaker by TanninTele

'The Matchmaker' is a serial abductor whose modus operandi consists of pairing two same-sex individuals together in a coffin, six feet underground - buried alive. He isn't a killer. He's a kidnapper with morals, and Detective Chief Inspector Tom Riddle finds himself obsessed with solving the case.

Unfortunately for Tom, the Matchmaker is just as intent on knowing him.

This one is a personal favourite. I don’t want to spoil anything, but let’s just say Tom is the detective here.

Mania by Angel_of_Mysteries

Harry and Tom have been together for two years, and Harry’s finally ready to take their relationship to the next level. Little does he know, so is Tom.

Hm, yes, this one is pain. My own notes on the bookmark are spoilers, so I won’t post these here, but let’s just say there’s no happy ending for Harry here.

City Lights by tarouhi

The Puppeteer has made a name for himself in London. The infamous serial killer's eccentric methods of killing brings havoc for the authorities. It escalates until one Tom Riddle and his team are assigned to the case.

It's a good thing that Harry always comforted him when he's home.

This one is quite sweet, actually! Tom is the detective once again, and Harry is his boyfriend. It’s a WIP at the moment, with four chapters, but a definite favourite.

In Essence, Divided by Wolf_of_Lilacs

Her phone read 2:13 a.m.

Super spooky. Femslash. Would recommend, 10/10.

Through A Glass Darkly by Wolf_of_Lilacs

The night is dark and full of terrors. Look away. There is naught but disquiet here. (Always femslash.)

Who am I kidding, have the whole series. Delicious.

You’re bleeding because you don’t floss by Arualiaa

Doctor Riddle harbours a dark secret. With an artist's soul and a steady hand, he cleanses the world of imperfection, one careless patient at a time. When Harry Potter shows up at his clinic, he finally finds the perfection he'd been looking for.

It is right then and there when Tom Riddle, odontologist and serial killer, decides that he must protect that smile at all costs.

This one is so weird. And so sweet.

Murder Husbands by Prince_of_Pharaohs

Tom Riddle is the infamous, well-known serial killer: Lord Voldemort. A terrifying killer who has never been seen, not even a silhouette or anything. Harry Potter, on the other hand, is the notorious murderer edgily named: Master of Death. An alpha-hating serial killer, who, as you expected, only targeted alphas.

They were two rival serial killers whose motives are completely unknown. Disturbingly, sometimes they even used their murders to communicate with each other, challenging the other.

Both of them are married to each other, not knowing the other was their rival. Then one thing led to another, and Harry is straddling his husband with a knife in hand.

Now, I’m not usually one for ABO, but this is good. Very good. Featuring rival serial killers, married. WIP, two chapers.

Depraved by IvoryRaven

Harry meets a stranger at his favorite cafe and they fall in love almost instantly, bonding over mutual interest in Harry's writing and murder.

Harry is a murder mystery writer. Little does he know that his new boyfriend is the notorious serial killer Voldemort.

This one is good, very good. No angst.

Ashes to Ashes by watchingvfall_n_drown

Tom's hands were made for destroying. He should never have tried to hold on to something so beautiful in the first place. He couldn't go on denying his nature for long, could he? And now, the only thing he had ever treasured in the whole world was turned to ash by his own hand.

Short, but incredibly painful.

Light House by teecup_angel

Hermione is a new recruit of Scotland Yard. A week after her placement in Remus Lupin’s team, they get a case of highest priority: the abduction of Harry Potter.

This one is pretty good. It is a WIP, though, with two chapters remaining, and was last updated in 2016. Be warned.

And now, hijacking fic recs to rec my own fics...

darling, i’ll dream of you when you’re gone by goldenzingy46

Tom Riddle is a perfectionist serial killer, looking for ways to murder his next victim - the optimistic, dreadfully pretty Harry Potter.

But wait, something else happens too.

(For the Distractions' Halloween Big Bang.)

No happy ending for Tom in this one.

My Heart Beats Against Your Silver Knife by goldenzingy46

Harry Potter was never the kind of man to care about his life, eating cheap food in a cheap flat and never bothering to futher himself - why should he?

He cared, however, when it came to solving crime - and the latest murder mystery was no exception, sending him all over London in hopes of solving it and many crimes associated with the help of the charming Tom Riddle from Riddle Manor, just up the hill.

But there was something slightly off about Tom Riddle...

(Still not happy with the summary.) WIP, not abandoned, involving detective Harry and serial killer Tom, who ‘helps out’ as a profiler.

long fingers for a woman by goldenzingy46

Tommie Riddle is a serial killer who likes to choke the life out of men.

Harriet Potter likes to wear drag.

Mistakes are made, but all in all, the ending came out fine.

Femslash, crossdressing, serial killers, happy ending.

Send in asks for any fic recs you’d like!

Fandoms can be found in the previous message, but a quick reiteration: Lucifer, Good Omens, Sherlock, Marvel, Harry Potter - if you’re interested in fic recs for these fandoms, check out the last fic rec post for what I can offer.

#fic rec #fic rec list #harry potter #tomarry #serial killers

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Demon species that exist in this multiverse's version of Hell

As I stated before, we might not get to see all of these types (we might get to meet a mime soon, but other than that, I'm not sure yet), but I figured this might be neat to share anyway :P

Glitch: The umbrella term which usually includes Pure Glitches, Lens Flares, and Clickbaits

Pure Glitch: Typically humanoid, but can come in any shape or size. Can be identified by the effect they have on technology, causing every device around them to glitch, freeze up, and/or short out. The hardest type to catch or document or catch on video. Can also unintentionally cause electrical fires. They crave violence and chaos, appearing to thrive off of it, and they almost always appear mentally unstable. A common, infamous trait is also their short temper, which seems to go hand in hand with their unpredictable mood swings

Lens Flare: Also typically humanoid, but like Pure Glitches, they can vary in appearance. Are also easy to identify by the effect they have on any and all nearby technology, although unlike Pure Glitches, they don’t cause devices to short out, and they don’t cause electrical fires. When a Lens Flare demon is present, a device’s audio quality drops and the colors on the screen appear to shift between different colors, most notably red, blue, pink, yellow, and green. They still have an underlying craving for violence and chaos, but they usually appear more collected and stoic. They also have short tempers and may lash out from time to time, but they’re somewhat easier to predict. Known to be manipulative and cunning, and will do just about anything to get what they want, regardless of the risk

Clickbait: Humanoid, but noticeably smaller; The shortest on record was only about 1’3, while the tallest was about 3’9. Their skin tones come in a variety of colors, although the most common ones are blue, green, and pink. They can only exist in the cyber world, infecting pop-up ads and clickbait on websites. When an ad or scam they’ve taken over has been clicked on and/or downloaded, they then travel into the device and make it their new host. Once they’ve taken control of their new host body, they prefer to stay as long as possible. If their host is damaged, they’re capable of repairing it, but they’ll die within minutes if they’re pulled out of it and into the physical world. They don’t crave violence as much as other types of demons, and instead, preoccupy themselves with simply trying to survive, due to being so weak. Their favorite kind of host bodies seem to be robots and animatronics. If a device is suspected to have a Clickbait demon living inside it, check the files for anything suspicious and then proceed to open up the device. If one is present, it’ll fall out once the device is opened. You may choose to move it to a new device if you wish to keep it around, but otherwise, leave them be. If provoked, they have the ability to pull someone into the cyber world with them (but only if the ad or scam they took over had been clicked on first)

Clown: Can appear humanoid or more like something from a horror movie, depending on how many lives they’ve taken and/or how many souls they’ve consumed. Some subtypes would include standard Circus/Carnival Clowns, Jesters, Mimes, and Harlequins. As children, they feed on only candy and sweets, and they crave sugar, but as they mature, they develop a taste for blood and human flesh, and it becomes their biggest source of nutrients. They appear unusually flexible, as if they have no bones, and their skin sometimes appears as though it’s made of plastic. They’re great at contorting themselves and doing anything based around gymnastics, acrobatics, and aerial arts. If their attire doesn’t give away their subtype, note their primary territory type, since Circus/Carnival Clowns prefer areas with tents and wagons and Mimes prefer alleyways and streets, while Jesters and Harlequins seem to gravitate more toward castles and historic locations. A common trait they share is giggling and laughing, even in completely inappropriate situations. Something to note: they are completely capable of detaching and reattaching their limbs, so it’s not uncommon to see them detaching their own heads to perform odd and potentially disturbing acts and stunts

Incubus/Succubus: Most often appears humanoid. They’re similar to a vampire, except they prefer to feed off of sexual energy. If no sexual energy is available or they cannot gain access to it, they will resort to feeding off of human blood. Their primary targets are sleeping humans, the gender of which depends (at least partially) on the gender of the demon itself. ‘Incubus/incubi’ refers to males, who prey on sleeping women, while ‘succubus/succubi’ refers to females who prey on sleeping men. Because of the changing times, however, Incubi and Succubi have become interchangeable terms, and individual demons may refer to themselves as whatever they prefer. While their targets are commonly of the opposite gender and they're typically represented as being almost always heterosexual, this is not always the case. In some scenarios, they've also been documented selecting targets and mates that are of the same gender as themselves

Vampire: Mostly humanoid, depending on their age and how much blood they’ve consumed over the years. They feed exclusively on blood, although some prefer the blood of animals over that of humans. Cannot go into direct sunlight, and doing so will result in being burnt

Mara: Also known as a “Nightmare demon”. Mostly humanoid, but typically lack any distinguishing features. Usually appear as nothing more than the completely black silhouette of a person, although some have been documented to have white or silver eyes, which lack a pupil or iris. It’s believed that many appear to be feminine, and either young women or old hags, but some do carry the preference of presenting themselves as being male or androgynous, as well. It is similar to Incubi/Succubi, but rather than feeding on sexual energy, it sits on the chest of a sleeping victim and brings nightmares. In some cases, they’re also known to suffocate their sleeping victim, as well as bring night terrors and sleep paralysis. After Pure Glitches, they’re the second hardest type of demon to catch on video or in photos, as their bodies tend to blend in with the surrounding shadows. They cannot exist in the light, and require some level of darkness to move about. Victims report feeling a heavy weight starting at their feet that very gradually spreads up their body and settles on their chest, before they became completely paralyzed. They retained the ability to see and hear, but along with their movement, they also lost the ability to speak, as well. They also report having vivid hallucinations and feeling a dark presence in the room with them

Imp: Can be humanoid, but like with other demon species, they can come in a variety of different shapes and sizes. They’re smaller than most demons, often ranging from 3’5 to 4’5, and they’re known for their short stature and red skin. Their eyes often appear yellow, and while males have angular horns that have black and white stripes around them, females have smaller horns that are mostly black with thin white stripes. They also have tails, the tips of which can either be shaped as an arrow or as a heart. They have a love for violence, and many base their careers on it. If their horns are curved and less angular, that would be the demon equivalent of balding

Inanimate: Almost always humanoid, but varies in appearance. They usually come in subtypes, such as mannequins, scarecrows, statues, dolls, animatronics, puppets, wax figures, dummies, etc. While they can move around normally in hell, they can only move if no one is looking, when they go to the human world. Like most demons, they enjoy scaring people, and they seem to prefer targeting anyone with automatonophobia (the fear of human-like figures)

Ink: Sometimes humanoid, sometimes not. They frequently resemble either a mostly humanoid figure or the upper half of a person (consisting of the head and neck, arms, chest, and upper half of the torso). They’re almost always entirely black and covered in sludge, and they lack any real distinguishing features, such as a face or clothing. It’s very rare to see any that appear in any other color or without the sludge. They’re supposedly made entirely of ink, hence their name. They’ve been seen coming out of ink puddles and “melting” back into them, and it’s thought that they use ink puddles to move from place to place. If one is strong enough, it may possess the ability to capture humans with its sludge, the substance becoming thicker and harder to pull oneself out of. If an Ink demon has built up enough strength and intelligence, they may even seek to convert humans into their personal servants. This could be achieved by first capturing and weakening a human, and then bleeding them out and replacing their blood with sludge. After the human completely heals and regains consciousness, they’re subjected to brainwashing and various forms of abuse, and this will continue until their spirit has been entirely broken and they’ve lost hope of escaping. Only once they lose hope and become entirely compliant, can the transformation into a servant be completed

Hellhound: There are two types that have been documented: Anthropomorphic and Feral. Anthropomorphic hellhounds typically have traits that are based off of canines (like dogs, wolves, coyotes, foxes, jackals, etc.) and walk upright on two legs like a human, while Feral hellhounds more closely resemble normal canines

Fallen Angels: Refers to angels who committed a crime and were cast down to hell from heaven. A prime example of this is Lucifer, who was once God’s favorite, and also known as the most beautiful angel in heaven

Sinner: Refers to any demon who was once human. When one becomes a demon, they usually develop the traits of whatever ties in with their personality, the kind of life that they lived, or their cause of death. They start off humanoid, but their appearance changes over time, depending on the number of lives they’ve taken and the number of people/creatures they’ve consumed. It’s not uncommon for them to cannibalize other demons. In death, they may choose to keep their human name or go by something new. Sinner demons may become any of the previously listed types, excluding imps, hellhounds, incubi/succubi, and inanimates

Hellborn: Refers to any demon who was born in hell, such as imps, hellhounds, incubi/succubi, and inanimates. While Sinner demons may occasionally grow to resemble any of these types, there will always be a way to distinguish them and spot the fakes

Hellborn demons don’t always fall into one specific category or type, much like Sinner demons

Hybrid demon species do exist, but are not common and are typically outcasted from the rest of society. Usually, they like to stick to their own general races, such as any glitch variant pairing with another (‘glitch’ is more of an umbrella term that refers to Pure Glitches, Lens Flares, and Clickbaits) while any clown variants (meaning standard Circus/Carnival Clowns, Jesters, Mimes, and Harlequins) may pair off with another clown variant. The different races do sometimes reproduce and create offspring with humans, but the half human-half demon mixes are often outcasted, since most others feel like they don’t belong in hell, but they don’t belong in the human world, either

Harlequins and Incubi/Succubi are known to be more promiscuous in nature, so hybrids that are part clown or incubi/succubi are fairly common

Devils and demons are extremely similar, though devils are almost always stronger, more violent, and more aggressive

It’s rare for demons to mate for life, but the bonded pairs that do usually end up moving out of the city. They relocate and choose to settle down somewhere away from most other demons, where they’re free to start a relatively peaceful life together

Because clown type demons are so similar, it’s common for two variants of one type to produce offspring that is another (ex: two standard Circus/Carnival Clowns may produce offspring that is a mime, or two Mimes may produce offspring that is a Jester)

If a Glitch variant reproduces with another Glitch variant, there’s a 50/50 chance that the offspring would be one type or the other (ex: a Pure Glitch and a Lens Flare may produce offspring that is either a Pure Glitch or a Lens Flare)

If two Sinner demons that don’t fall into any specific type produce offspring, the offspring would likely be another demon that shares their traits, similar to the outcomes whenever humans reproduce. The only thing to note would be that while Sinner demons aren’t native to hell, any children they have would technically be Hellborns

Hellhounds, Inks, and Imps are at the bottom of the food chain, so to speak. Maras, Vampires, and Incubi/Succubi are only slightly above them. Fallen Angels and Devils are at the very top, with Glitches right beneath them. Beneath Glitches would be Clowns, and then beneath Clowns would be Inanimates

From the bottom of the societal ladder to the top, the order would be: Hellhounds, Inks, Imps, Incubi/Succubi, Vampires, Maras, Inanimates, Clowns, Glitches, Devils, and Fallen Angels

Hellborn demons will almost always be stronger than Sinner demons. Sinners do have the potential to become stronger though, if the right conditions are met

There are other subspecies that exist as well, like Spiders, Moths, Cyclops, Snakes, Technology, Plants, etc.

#rambles #info #riderverse #riderverse au #undertale #undertale au #four horsemen of the apocalypse #riders of the apocalypse

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[Incorrect Quotes with CTCD OCs]

[NOTE: I made a new CTCD OC in this, his name is Saint. He is said to be everyone's guardian angel, protecting them]

[Barry is seen sitting in a circle out of salt along with Saint]

Courage: Uhh, why are you sitting in a circle of salt?

Saint: Oh, one of his "friends" is a demon and I'm mad at them

Courage: [worried] Oh no!

[Lucifer is seen in his full demon form]

Lucifer: [growls at the two] YOU CANNOT SIT INSIDE THAT BARRIER FOREVER BARRY!!!

Saint: YOU SHOULD STOP YOUR TORTURES AND THEN WE WILL DISCUSS ABOUT IT!!!

#source: chikn nuggit #incorrect quotes #ctcd ocs #ctcd oc #ctcd #courage the cowardly dog #barry #lucifer the puppeteer of terrors #saint the guardian angel #cat oc #demon oc #angel oc

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Occult Symbolism

The Illuminati are said to be a group of globalist elite who secretly worship Lucifer, which is revealed in the highest degrees of Freemasonry, and rule the world systems using money. From Biblical scripture, we can see Satan offered the worldly kingdoms to Christ Jesus if He would bow down to him:

On our United States money, there is a pyramid with the eye of Lucifer on the captstone, showing Lucifers' rule and dominion over the world systems. Under it reads Novus Ordo Seclorum. The motto Novus ordo seclorum can be translated as "A new order of the ages." It was proposed by Charles Thomson, the Latin expert who was involved in the design of the Great Seal of the United States. We also see the words "Annuit Coeptis" which translates to "announcing the birth of." It seems this alludes to the Annoucing the Birth of the New World Order once the Capstone is in place, which I theorize represents the One World Leader - the AntiChrist who will soon appear as a false savior.

The Latin 'E Pluribus Unum' means 'One out of many' and probably refers to the AntiChrist rising out of many nations and people. According to Manly P. Hall, a known 33° Freemason and member of the Illuminati indicated that this Eagle is rather a conventional Phoenix, which is known as the firebird of ancient pagan religions that causes destruction of itself in order to bring about a stronger self. This seems to coincide with the Freemason motto "Ordo Ab Chao" which means "Order out of Chaos." https://www.watchmanalexander.com/blog/the-occult-symbolism-of-the-phoenix-part-1 According to Watchman Alex, Manly P Hall had a book titled Phoenix and revealed the following: The legend of the phoenix got its start in ancient Egypt, where the bird was known as the bennu. As with many Egyptian ideas, the tale of the bennu passed into Greece and was restyled. As the Greeks tell it, the phoenix is a striking, eagle-like bird with brilliant purple feathers, and plumes of alternating red and blue in its tail. It is extremely long-lived and essentially immortal because it can resurrect itself at its time of death. Some say that the bird's former body opens up to reveal its new form, whereas others say that the bird consumes itself with fire before its new body can rise from the ashes. After recreating itself, the phoenix takes its nest, still filled with its own remains, and transports it to the city of Heliopolis to be burnt on an altar to the sun god, Helios/Ra. These Luciferian puppets of the Illuminati and secret orders do the work of Satan for their own gain, and believe that through the ashes of destruction, the Antichrist will rise into power with the Final Beast System (Daniel 7). According to Bible prophecy, this will be the 7 years before Jesus returns to establish His Kingdom (Jude 1:14-15). This rise out of ashes is symbolized as the Rise of the Phoenix in the occult.

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Lucifer - Fire and Ashes In the below Old Testament passage, we see that the LORD used Ezekiel to send a message to the King of Tyrus, yet there is more to the story, a lot more. We can observe that the below passage is really a message to Lucifer, who was working through the King of Tyrus. We can say that because there is no way that the King of Tyrus was in the Garden of Eden, nor was he the most anointed Cherub who was banished from Heaven, that alone speaks of Lucifer:

Ezekiel 28:11-19 KJV - Moreover the word of the Lord came unto me, saying, [12] Son of man, take up a lamentation upon the king of Tyrus, and say unto him, Thus saith the Lord God ; Thou sealest up the sum, full of wisdom, and perfect in beauty. [13] Thou hast been in Eden the garden of God; every precious stone was thy covering, the sardius, topaz, and the diamond, the beryl, the onyx, and the jasper, the sapphire, the emerald, and the carbuncle, and gold: the workmanship of thy tabrets and of thy pipes was prepared in thee in the day that thou wast created. [14] Thou art the anointed cherub that covereth; and I have set thee so : thou wast upon the holy mountain of God; thou hast walked up and down in the midst of the stones of fire. [15] Thou wast perfect in thy ways from the day that thou wast created, till iniquity was found in thee. [16] By the multitude of thy merchandise they have filled the midst of thee with violence, and thou hast sinned: therefore I will cast thee as profane out of the mountain of God: and I will destroy thee, O covering cherub, from the midst of the stones of fire. [17] Thine heart was lifted up because of thy beauty, thou hast corrupted thy wisdom by reason of thy brightness: I will cast thee to the ground, I will lay thee before kings, that they may behold thee. [18] Thou hast defiled thy sanctuaries by the multitude of thine iniquities, by the iniquity of thy traffick; therefore will I bring forth a fire from the midst of thee, it shall devour thee, and I will bring thee to ashes upon the earth in the sight of all them that behold thee. [19] All they that know thee among the people shall be astonished at thee: thou shalt be a terror, and never shalt thou be any more. In verses 18 and 19 of Ezekiel 28, we clearly see that YHVH God is telling Lucifer, the fallen angel and god of this world, that YHVH will send a fire to destroy him and all of his work will be ashes. We also know that at the end of the dispensation of the ages to come, the LORD will cast Lucifer into the fire for ever and ever: Revelation 20:10 KJV - And the devil that deceived them was cast into the lake of fire and brimstone, where the beast and the false prophet are, and shall be tormented day and night for ever and ever.

I assume that Lucifer bitterly took this message from the LORD YHVH and made it into a prideful and rebellious religion of rebuilding kingdoms and nations after God sends judgment and justice by fire and ashes. In some cases, I believe Satan creates the chaos and fire himself to persuade the people into a new agenda or deception via Ordo Ab Chao, and God will allow it because the sins of the people. This has happened throughout the ages of the earth since the first sin by Adam and Eve in the Garden of Eden. Satan also uses this Firebird motif to represent his spirit being reincarnated into the wicked rulers of the world, yet I believe those rulers and kings were just normal people who were fooled and possessed by Lucifer. Yet, it appears this is the Religious narrative of the Luciferians. The False Messiah, Pagan Sun God, Phoenix An article by the Gnostic Warrior purports the following information concerning the Pheonix or Bennu bird in relation to the Sun god Ra and his son. • Gnostic Warrior Article The Phoenix is one of the most sacred symbols to the brotherhood we know of as the Order of the Quest. It symbolizes the morning star who is the son of the sun, the father in which we celebrate through the rising of this most glorious fire-bird from the flames into immortality and reincarnation. The phoenix is the son and the messiah that has risen to become the soul of the Sun-God Ra. This is represented today with the obelisk of the Porta del Popolo in Rome pictured to the right where we can find near the top an adoration of Ra with the words, ‘Rameses II, son of Ra, who rilled the temple of the Phoenix [ha-t-bennu] with his splendors.’ There is also seen in the Vatican on the wooden coffin of Hetepher-t-s a picture where it seen a hawk and a Phoenix with the words, ‘Glory be to Ra in the underworld!’ ‘Glory be to Ra when he rises!’ As Manly P. Hall said in his book, The Lost Keys of Freemasonry – “These were the immortals to whom the term ‘phoenix’ was applied, and their symbol was the mysterious two-headed bird, now called an eagle, a familiar and little understood Masonic emblem .” It is in City of the Sun or in Greek, Heliopolis where the first written records were given to us by Herodotus in his work titled Euterpe had written how the Phoenix was first seen in Heliopolis during the reign of Sesostris and then in the reign of Amasis shortly after the days of Ptolemy. The most important temple in the City of the Sun at this time was the “Mansion of the Phoenix” or “Mansion of the Benben.” It has also been called the temple of the sun. In Utterance 600 of the Pyramid Texts speaks of Atum as you rose up, as the benben, in the Mansion of the Benu in Heliopolis (Hart, p.16). In Heliopolis there in the middle of the Temple of the Sun stood an Obelisk with a capstone resting on top that was symbolic of the sun (son), the “Benben Stone” (pictured to the left). A stone obelisk is the material embodiment of the divinity of the Sun Ra, the Father, Zeu pater (“O, father Zeus”) or Saint Peter from the Greeks and Romans, because he was the father of gods and men. The holy of holies in his temple was called ” the house of the benben.” The cap stone is the son, or Ben. The name Ben signifies “son.”

This is why many persons in both in the Old and New Testaments, are distinguished by the addition of the name “Ben” to that of their father in ancient times because they were the sons, AKA bright morning star of Venus and of the father, the Sun.

The Egyptian name of the Phoenix is bennu, from a root meaning ‘to turn/ so that the bennu signifies, as it were, the returning traveler. The Bennu bird serves as the Egyptian correspondence to the phoenix, and is said to be the soul of the Sun-God Ra. The Book of the Dead says, “I am the Bennu bird, the Heart-Soul of Ra, the Guide of the Gods to the Tuat” and other refrences to the Bennu bird such as “He Who Came Into Being by Himself,” “Ascending One,” and “Lord of Jubilees.” So according to this article the Phoenix represents: 1. The son and the messiah that has risen to become the soul of the Sun-God Ra. 2. Immortals represented as two headed eagles which became the Freemason emblem. 3. The Sun Ra, the Father, Zeu pater (“O, father Zeus”) or Saint Peter from the Greeks and Romans, because he was the father of gods and men. 4. “He Who Came Into Being by Himself,” “Ascending One,” and “Lord of Jubilees.” It seems all of these definitions could allude to the coming AntiChrist who I believe the Luciferians consider to be Tammuz, the son of Nimrod the Babylonian Sun god who impregnated Semiramis (Isis/Ishtar).

The AntiChrist I believe similar to the Phoenix will be birthed out of orchestrated death and destruction by the Globist Elite Luciferians and hence the Freemason Motto "Ordo Ab Chao". The tip of the obelisk of Ra, known as the Capstone called "Benben Stone" is said to embody the blasphemous "divinity" of the sun god Ra and Zeus which is the false light of Lucifer. This Capstone is probably referenced on the US Dollar as you see the Eye of Horus or Eye of Lucifer shining upon his pyramid which is symbolic of his decieved kingdom on earth. When the Capstone sets on the Egyptian Pyramid, it probably alludes to the soon to appear AntiChrist, the reincarnated Sun god Ra (Tammuz, Zeus, Apollo, Nimrod, Etc.) who will be crowned and sit on his throne of deception as the New World Leader (Daniel 7 - Little Horn).

It also appears as though the Children of Israel at one point fell away from the Most High God of the Bible and began sacrificing their sons and daughters to the Pagan sun gods Baal/Moloch. Likewise, it seems Americans and lukewarm Christians do the same today without knowing it in the name of freedom (Lady Liberty/Ishtar): Baal Canaanite Pagan Sun Diety https://www.newworldencyclopedia.org/entry/baal

It seems that the blood of the innocent is a form of spiritual currency which advances Satan's Kingdom on earth and greatly grieves the LORD YHVH. Modern Day Molech By Charles Patrick on Jul 14, 2015 https://swbts.edu/news/releases/modern-day-molech/ "With the release of an undercover video today, the world learned, I hope, that a modern day Molech exists. Molech, as described in the Old Testament of the Bible, was an Ammonite god who required propitiatory child sacrifice. A couple sacrificed their firstborn by burning the child on a metal idol of Molech, believing that Molech would ensure financial prosperity for the family and future children. The Israelites were strictly forbidden to practice this form of worship (Leviticus 18:21, 20:2-5; 2 Kings 223:10; and Jeremiah 32:35) as it is in stark contradiction to the sanctity of life espoused throughout the Bible. Today’s Molech is the abortion industry, sacrificing babies for the idol of financial greed, veiled in the hopes of the development of new cures through biomedical research. Biomedical research, like all the sciences, is ethically and morally neutral. The application of biomedical research, however, can be right or wrong. I have no problem with biomedical research in general. In fact, I had a previous 18-year career in biomedical research and can attest that the majority of biomedical research is ethically sound. However, basing bioethics on the truths of the Bible, abortion and the associated harvesting and selling of body parts from aborted babies is ethically, morally, and biblically wrong." Osiris, Horus, and the Phoenix It seems the Phoenix bird was also a motif in the ancient Egyptian culture although with small variations. The most prominent Sun god figure in Egypt was Osiris, who was said to be the incarnate form of the sun god. In the same manner as Nimrod and Tammuz, the spirit of Osiris was said to have been reincarnated or resurrected through his son Horus. This is a classic story of the pagan Father Sun god, Mother Moon god, and Son Sun god as the reincarnated form of the Father sun god. This is the pagan Trinity of the occult and pagan religions which is essentially Lucifer worship, the false sun god and false light (2 Corinthians 4:4) of the world.

Horus is connected to the Egyptian sun God and the colorful falcon which is a symbol of ressurection and reincarnation of the pagan sun diety. It seems this colorful Horus falcon is likened to the Occult Phoenix or Bennu Bird. https://www.ask-aladdin.com/egypt-gods/horus/ "Every pharaoh of Egypt is said to be an incarnation of Horus who as per legends is said to have conquered the evil god Seth in Upper Egypt. Seth is said to be the god of confusion and turmoil who killed Osiris who was the father of Horus. Horus in order to take revenge for his father’s death then became the god of justice and order. Thus the pharaoh Horus in ancient Egypt became Horus on earth who was the ruler of both upper and Lower Egypt. Horus is represented by the Hawk as the god of the sky. It’s a symbol of divine kingship and the protector of the one who is ruling." It seems the famous "star" and now Luciferian songstress "Katie Perry" glorifies her father Lucifer by dressing as this colorful Horus Falcon which is a symbol of the pagan Sun god of Egypt. This appears to be analogous to the Phoenix or Bennu bird, and is a representation of the coming AntiChrist figure who the Luciferians believe was reincarnated and brought forth through the ashes of death and destruction.

The Crown - The AntiChrist The word "Corona" in Latin means a Crown, or a wreath-crown or garland. The interesting thing is that in the Book of Revelation the AntiChrist will recieve a Crown at his appearing, and will deceive the nations as a false Savior with a false peace covenant (a bow): Revelation 6:2 KJV - And I saw, and behold a white horse: and he that sat on him had a bow; and a crown was given unto him: and he went forth conquering, and to conquer.

One fascinating historical fact is that many if not all of the major pagan leaders and Kings of ancient times, and perhaps even of recent times, have equated themselves with being an incarnation of a god if not the so called all powerful pagan sun god. We see in the below article from the encyclopedia that the Crown was associated with the pagan sun god: https://www.encyclopedia.com/humanities/culture-magazines/crowns "Along with height, some accessories on crowns also linked the wearer with the divine. The solar disk, for example, was often a central element of a crown and associated the wearer with the sun god, Re. The Uraeus-snake (cobra) was also often part of the crown and symbolized the sun god's eye. The god's eye represented the fire and radiance of the sun that consumed potential enemies. The Uraeus thus represented divine protection for the wearer." The Crown is actually a physical representation of the shining light that emits from the face of the literal Sun in the heavens, as we observe the below pictures.

We also see a Center for Disease Control article also gives insight as to the link between the pagan sun gods and the deification of pagan kings and emperors, in relation to the Coronavirus appearance:

https://wwwnc.cdc.gov/eid/article/26/9/ac-2609_article

Our modern-day corona conceptualization of club-shaped spikes on the coronavirus surface comes from traditional representations of crowns as radiate headbands, worn as symbols of sovereign power, to liken that power to that of the sun. Solar deities have been integral in the development of cultures across the world. In predynastic Egypt, Atum was a solar deity associated with the sun god Ra, and Horus was the god of the sky and sun. In Buddhist cosmology, the bodhisattva (one who is on the path toward Buddhahood) of the sun, SūryaprabhaExternal Link, and the bodhisattva of the moon, Candraprabha, are both classically represented as human figures with a background of radiate halos. In traditional Western art, such a solar crown is often represented as a curved band of points representing rays. Representations with radiate crowns date from the 4th century BCE onward, beginning with their frequent inclusion in representations of Alexander III of Macedon (commonly referred to as Alexander the Great), who was likened to the sun deity, Helios (Figure 1)." Furthermore, it is my understanding that the Luciferian Elite, perhaps since the ancient of days, have believed their rulers to be the physical incarnation of their pagan sun Diety. Therefore, it would only prove logical to assume they believe the final AntiChrist and One World Leader Revelation 13, is their pagan sun god reincarnated. We see this idea of the pagan sun god being reincarnated in the story of Nimrod and his son Tammuz as well as the Egyptian story of Osiris and his son Horus.

This idea of pagan rulers thinking they are the pagan sun god would fall in line with Bible prophesy as we see the AntiChrist who will soon appear will call himself the Most High God - which Christians know to be false because Jesus Christ is the Most High God and the only manifestation of God on the earth (John 1, Colossians 1, 2 Corinthians 5:19). 2 Thessalonians 2:3-4 KJV - Let no man deceive you by any means: for that day shall not come, except there come a falling away first, and that man of sin be revealed, the son of perdition; [4] Who opposeth and exalteth himself above all that is called God, or that is worshipped; so that he as God sitteth in the temple of God, shewing himself that he is God. Therefore it seems the AntiChrist, as the false pagan sun Diety which I believe to be Lucifer himself, will rule the New World Order for the final 7 year period before Jesus returns to the earth to establish His Millennial Kingdom (Revelation 19-20). Corona (Crown) Virushttps://docs.google.com/document/d/1sR-CEGtNG0q9a1waN2gZD8I23hfK3g9md2kPALuRl8A/edit?usp=drivesdk

Phoenix Mural - United Nations According to Wikipedia (Article Here), the United Nations Security Council features a huge Phoenix Mural. The United Nations is AntiChrist in nature and is seeking global unity for the One World Order. It is interesting to note, the same symbolism of rising into a new age is presented in the Mural:

The artwork was commissioned by the Norwegian government as a gift from Norway to the United Nations. The mural is a 16 x 26 foot long canvas located on the Security Council's east wall and displays a central image of a rising phoenix. The phoenix is surrounded by images of war and disharmony near the bottom of the mural, and more tranquil images at the top. In 2013, Norway's Foreign Minister Espen Barth Eide, stated that Krohg's ambition "was to give the United Nations a chamber that could inspire those working in it to carry out the core of the United Nations mandate".

Through a vaginal shaped canal it seems we can see a peek at their "New Age of Luciferianism" that will be birthed by the coming of the AntiChrist and One World Order. It is a symbolic gesture of a golden age being birthed from chaos and death. It also seems to hint at the Nimord, Semiramis, and Tammuz pagan story, whereas, it seems the AntiChrist will be a sort of Nimrod reincarnated, the Tammuz which is the false light of the world (Revelation 6:1-2). It could also allude to the AntiChrist figure proposing to his Bride, the decieved and unsuspecting world who will worship the Beast (AntiChrist) and his image (Revelation 13). A union of deception and death in which will carry over to the Lake of Fire for eternity (Revelation 19-20). This luciferian globalist's New World Order agenda is reiterated in another discription or commentary on the UN Security Council Phoenix Mural. Full article can be found here: • Michael More Jones Commentary Per Krohg’s painting is some five by nine metres, and is divided horizontally; the lower-third is executed in dark colours, the upper two-thirds much lighter with UN-white and blue motifs. Colour alone gives much of the work’s message: the lighter colours suggest peace, progress and truth, while the darker colours depict a hellish landscape. “Symbolising”, the UNSC tells us, “the promise of future peace and individual freedom”, the work shows a phoenix rising from a dark landscape into a light-filled world of progress. Though complex, with many panels depicting separate scenes, the painting’s overall message is simple: technology, justice and truth, united by the nuclear family and the UN-led world order, are forces that progress humanity. The Bennu Bird (Phoenix) http://m.landofpyramids.org/bennu.htm Name: Bennu is the Egyptian word for Phoenix. The name 'bennu' derives from the Egyptian word “weben,” meaning “to rise brilliantly” or “to shine.”

Description: The Bennu bird is described as resembling an eagle with beautiful red and gold feathers Representation in art: The sacred Bennu bird is often represented in ancient Egyptian art as a heron, that is characterized by two long feathers streaming from the back of the head Symbol: The Bennu (Phoenix) was was one of the most potent symbols of ancient Egypt symbolizing resurrection and the rising sun. It was also associated with the rising of the Nile

Significance: The sacred Bennu bird (Phoenix) destroys itself in flames and then rises from the ashes. Sanctuary of the Bennu: The Bennu was located in the Sun Temple of Atum Ra at Heliopolis. Phoenix Symbolism - Genki Sudo We also see the former MMA fighter Genki Sudo who became the lead band member for the Japanese Band named "New World Order" came out with hits such as "Let's Start WW3" and has his part in the Occult symbolism of the Pheonix:

#pheonix #bennu #nwo #jesus christ #devil #fallen angels #occult

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Man or Monster [commission for samwinchesterlesbian]

This was the first of four commissions from @samwinchesterlesbian, who wanted some introspective Sam and trauma thoughts. This one was pertaining to Sam and Nick (and by extension, Lucifer), so I went with a primary focus on 14.17, but other encounters sprinkled throughout.

Even with as much as Sam hates Lucifer -- and he’s pretty sure that he hates him more than anything or anyone he’s ever known -- he thinks that he might actually, in retrospect, hate Nick more. Or perhaps they were just on the same level, the same wavelength, and Sam can’t exactly differentiate between them; it’s difficult to really say. After all, how did you separate the entity that had tortured you for eternity from the human vessel that he’d worn to commit those acts? How did you look at them and not see the monster beneath the surface? Where did one end and the other begin? Initially, Sam swears he’d been able to see the difference. Where Lucifer was loud and brash, Nick was meek and reserved. Lucifer was pure unadulterated evil, and Nick was a tortured, lost soul, whose only crime was to unwillfully carry out the monster’s bidding.

Lucifer had been in the driver’s seat, leaving Nick trapped in his own head, using his body to hurt and kill. Sam hadn’t been possessed by Lucifer for nearly as long as Nick had been, but he remembered how the Devil had used him to do atrocious things, too. Nick, in all fairness, had to be pretty messed up after all of that, traumatized in his own way.

Or at least, that’d been the impression that Sam had, when he’d first talked to the man. Nick had seemed to have some baggage, a lasting imprint of the possession that left a significant effect on his psyche. It took him many days to even remember who he was, or that he’d ever been a vessel at all. That was how possession worked. It broke a person down into shattered pieces, and it was a struggle to rebuild those pieces back into something resembling the original design. But once again, perhaps that had instead been Sam’s misguided perception, the hope that the man could never be as bad. He’d clung to the belief that it’d been the monster and the monster alone who’d hurt his mind and body. It was all just the Devil.

He can still remember the fear that had crawled up out of his stomach and into his throat when he saw Lucifer’s prone form reopen its eyes again on the floor of the church. Jack had pointed it out first, and Sam had shoved the boy protectively behind him, terrified, thinking that Lucifer had somehow managed to survive the encounter with Michael -- with Dean. And when the vessel sat up, looking up at Sam, confused and weak, everything in the hunter had fought against the desire to impale him again with the Archangel blade.

But Sam had pushed his anger, and his hatred, down.

It would’ve been too easy, to project his disdain of Lucifer onto Nick, to hold him accountable for things that he was relatively blameless. To look at the man and see the monster, and view them as one being. He easily could’ve decided to end it all before it even started and stabbed Nick in the neck before he’d even finished opening his eyes.

But he didn’t, because Sam believed that the easy choice wasn’t always the right one. And everyone, no matter who they were or what they’d done, deserved a second chance. Nick had survived the fatal wound, and at the end of the day, he was a human. He was a victim in all of this, too. He wasn’t to blame for what Lucifer had done, or had made him do. It was hard, but Sam made the decision then and there to try and save Nick, to try and help him reclaim his life, to find some measure of stability. Chances were that he had a family somewhere, had someone to get back to who didn’t know where he was or what had happened to him. Someone who missed him. Sam puts himself in Nick’s shoes, thinks of Dean, and his heart clenches in empathy. Sam knew firsthand what it was like to be possessed by Lucifer, to be chained to him, struggling to fight back. If anyone could help Nick, he knew it was him. It had to be him.

It always had to be you, Sam.

Wasn’t it always?

And Sam…. Sam really had tried so hard to give Nick a chance, to save him, to extend a hand of support, simply because he understood. He thought he and Nick could… well, bond, or connect in some way, over a shared trauma, of being a puppet to the Devil. Every single encounter with the man from the moment in the church was exhaustive and difficult. More than once, Sam almost backed out from going into the room containing Nick. It was almost impossible to look at him and not see Lucifer. Over the course of many days, it became easier, but not by much. Sam’s body still reacts very physically whenever he’s around Nick, with all the tale-tale signs of C-PTSD: the shaking, the hyper-arousal, the nervous ticks. Nick remarks upon this once, how hard this must be for Sam, and Sam easily agrees with him, doesn’t dispute it. Nick got it. He understood Sam, too.

Sam sees now how stupid he’d been, not solely compassionate, as he’d believed. He knows that his tendency to see the best in people, even those that don’t always deserve it, has a habit of getting the best of him sometimes. But the other choice was giving up on people, and that’s not what he did. Saving people, even those that didn’t deserve it ... that was the right thing to do, wasn’t it? That’s who he was. He couldn’t just shut that off.

Now to Sam, Lucifer and Nick were no longer separate beings, but had instead melded into a blended storm of trauma that made them relatively one. And God, how he hates them both.

The rage is absolutely carnic when Dean brings Nick in, and instantaneous. The sight of Nick’s cold smirk makes his blood boil. Before he’s even aware of it, Sam is shoving Lucifer -- no, no, Nick, only Nick -- into the wall. He longs to kill him, to end him, to finally close the cold eyes of the being that had tortured him for an eternity. It didn’t matter that Nick himself hadn’t tortured Sam anymore. He’d been awake, he’d taken on Lucifer’s traits and become as bad as the Devil himself. He emulated the Devil, and worshiped him, and killed for him. There was not a speck of difference between them, not anymore.

Dean hauls Sam off of Nick, and it takes everything that Sam has not to just jump the bastard again. Instead, he scoffs, and retreats into the other room, feeling his mother’s and Jack’s gazes on his back. He’s vibrating in anger, and has to breathe through his nose to calm down. It reminds him too much of his demon blood days, and how quick he’d been to anger, and how overpowering that rage could be.

Sam had given Nick a chance, and instead he’d been stabbed in the back. Nick had taken advantage of his kindness, his empathy and compassion.

Sam would not make that mistake again.

He knows that Dean is right when his brother doesn’t allow him to go interrogate Nick. If he did, Sam couldn’t exactly promise that he wouldn’t kill him. And unfortunately, like almost every other person who’s hurt Sam in his life, they needed him. So Sam stifles down his hate again, and tolerates it.

“It’s nice that we’re finally alone,” Nick says conversationally, once Dean exits the car. “I feel like I never get a chance to talk to you anymore.”

Sam closes his eyes, fighting against the nausea, chills running up his spine. It’s way too reminiscent of Lucifer, and the hallucinations of him. Sam just wants to get out of the car and puke until he can’t anymore. How was it that even with his abuser dead and gone, Lucifer could still find a way to get under his skin and haunt him from beyond the grave? Still, Sam ignores it. He won’t rise to Nick’s bait. When his phone rings, it’s a welcome distraction, until Nick breaks out in song, just like Lucifer used to do. He knows exactly how to push Sam’s button, to play on his emotions. Sam quickly escapes the confines of the car, and for the moment, his torturer.

The distance never feels like it’s enough.

He’s trying to bring Lucifer back. Sam is not as successful as hiding his contempt now, at reigning it in. Nor the fear. The terror seizes at him, threatening to smother him. The thought of Lucifer returning to this world, returning to him, scares him on a cosmic scale. He thinks he can feel even his soul quaking.

When Nick attacks him, Sam doesn’t see the man, only the monster. Everything, from Nick’s murderous expressions to the way he grips Sam with his hands, every move feels like Lucifer. Nick’s flesh is cold, more than likely from the weather, but to Sam there’s no difference. Sam tries to fight him off, and manages to get the upper hand. When he does, he takes advantage, and crawls on top of Nick, and delivers punch after punch, leveling him with an assault that’s been budding under his skin for hours now. Sam still doesn’t see Nick. He sees Lucifer, only Lucifer. He wraps both hands around Nick’s throat and viciously squeezes.

It feels better than he knows it ought to, and he relishes in it. He watches the way Nick’s face goes from red to purple from the lack of oxygen, and it only inspires him to squeeze harder. Ending Nick right here and now… it ends Lucifer, too. As he feels the life start to leave the man, though, Sam hesitates. He’s not a murderer. Killing Nick right now ...did that make him any better than him? Than Lucifer? It would be just one more smear of taint that the Devil could imprint on him, and knowledge pulls Sam’s hands away from Nick’s throat.

Nick takes advantage of Sam’s inner battle and clocks him once, twice, over the side of the head with a rock. Sam’s not a doctor, but he knows that where Nick got him, it was bad. He can tell by the immediate effects, the way he sways upon his feet, hardly able to focus, to think. He needs to get Dean’s attention somehow, before he dies out here, at Nick’s -- Lucifer’s -- hand.

It takes everything that he has, but Sam is finally able to aim a punch with enough strength to push Nick back, and he rushes into the safety of Baby, keeping a titanium and glass barrier between him and his attacker. Nick pounds against the window, wanting another go at him, so Sam does the only thing he can think of and honks the horn, loudly, to let his brother know that he needs his help. He can feel his consciousness starting to slip, and knows that if he falls asleep, he won’t wake up this time.

He barely notices it when Nick bolts and hijacks some poor passerby driving down the road. He can still feel Lucifer all around him, even as he fights against the pull of sleep.

Wakey, wakey, Sam, a voice says, feeling like it’s directly near his ear, and Sam knows that voice. And instead of pushing it down, instead of fighting it, this time Sam clings to it with everything he has.

#sam winchester #nick #lucifer #sam and trauma #spn #supernatural #*mine #sam and ptsd

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Ficlet: Fall on your knees (oh hear the angel voices)

I don’t have a Christmas fic to share, but I do have an old fic that gets its title from my favorite carol; does that count?

Episode coda for 11.09, “O Brother Where Art Thou.” Sam is in Cage 2.0 with Lucifer.

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He doesn’t hurt him at first. Doesn’t even want to hurt him, really. Sam Winchester is an errant child, a hapless puppet caught in the middle of a scenario he can’t possibly comprehend. So he maintains Nick’s familiar form (a troublesome task, twisting his true form into this tiny, plebeian shape), contemplates whether he’ll punish or reward that little red-haired witch when he gets out, and pries into the chinks in Sam’s armor, the ones he’s already so well acquainted with. He knows emotional torture will break him before physical torture, and he’s got the tools for that.

But his logic, flattery, persuasion, and threats have no impact. The fool stubbornly stands in the corner of their tiny cage, repeating the same insufferable no, and finally Lucifer’s control shatters. He explodes into his true form and howls his rage. There is an answering shriek of agony and terror, and when he folds himself into Nick’s form again, he sees Sam crumpled on the floor, eyes and ears bleeding, every bone in his body snapped in two.

“Oh, Sam,” he says. “I’m sorry. I lost control there for a minute. I didn’t mean for that to happen.” He kneels next to the broken man. “Don’t worry, I can fix this.” He starts with the tiny bones in his foot, slowly and painstakingly repairing each one. Slowly, slowly. “Of course, it would be faster from the inside. It’s going to take hours this way. Maybe days.” As he listens to Sam Winchester whimper in fear and pain, he thinks on the little witch again and decides, yes, it will be a reward.

#spn #sam winchester #lucifer #hurt sam #my fic #11.09

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might fool around and make me mad (don’t make me mad) Chapter 3

(I’m baaaack! First of two parts to finish off this fic!)

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“There’s nothing that you can do right now!”

“That’s not an answer, Johnny!”

“It’s the only one I’ve got right now, Des!”

Ava froze at her spot by the library door, deciding to wait the argument out between them before going back to Sara’s room.

“Come on, there has to be something.”

“You can’t help, Des! And no, I don’t want to talk about it!”

“So you’re fine leaving me to hell, but now you’re willing to run across the country to save someone else after Neron body-hops into him?”

A pause. “Neron got in your head again, Des. That’s still affecting you.”

“Maybe it is,” Des’s reply was colder than ice. “But I came here to help, not to be ignored and pushed aside by my ex.”

Ava stepped back a little further into the library as Des strode past the room. She was glad things between her and Sara weren’t complicated like that. Gary had taken on a demon that had possessed John’s last boyfriend and now Des had joined the crusade to save Gary when none had been given for him. With the events that had transpired mere hours ago in the fight club, she wasn’t surprised to hear John shutting down and trying to distance himself. He was back in that mindset that everyone he touched got hurt. Then again, had he ever left it?

The fading stomps and slamming of doors signified the end of the argument. Ava sighed and went to looking through the book she’d found on demonic possession. No doubt one of the ones John had left lying around in the library. Her eyes drifted over the words of the exorcism, trying to take them in and distance herself from the previous night’s events. After a while, she sighed and set the book down, grabbing a bottle of vodka on the way out of the library.

Five minutes later, she was pounding on the door to John’s quarters.

“Go away!”

“Open up first!”

A muffled curse, then the doors slid open to reveal a miserable looking John. “Whatever you’ve come to tell me, I ain’t in the mood, Sharpie.”

Ava raised the bottle. “Not here to talk, just to drink in the library.”

The exorcist sighed and pushed himself off the door. “Fine. Misery and company and all that.”

Time passed differently once they started drinking. John Constantine was not her first choice as a drinking buddy, but the night’s events had pushed her to this. She’d gone on a chase through Los Angeles and nearly been sliced to pieces while Neron had gotten away from them again. That wasn’t counting seeing Gary surface from being a prisoner in his own body and how tormented he’d sounded.

“We have to get Neron out of Gary,” Ava mumbled before throwing back another shot.

John refilled their glasses. “Already tried that. Thought I could pull the bastard out and I was wrong. He’s gotten too powerful, and now the world might go to hell because of it. Because I didn’t get to him in time.”

“Well, you were the only one who realized something was wrong when you heard he was back at the Bureau,” she threw back. “I didn’t realize for a whole week that he was possessed.”

She drank again, grimacing at the alcoholic sting of the next drink. “It was right in front of me, and I never thought to look. You told us what happened and I should have known better when he came back. Guess that means I’ve contributed to whatever Neron’s planning too.”

“No, it’s on me. I should have sent Neron to hell for good and found a way to save Des. And I pulled away from Gary because he was so good, and where did that get him?”

He sighed and buried his head in his hands. Ava reached out awkwardly to pat John’s shoulder.

“Gary told Neron he’d be an easier ride than me,” he told her shakily. “Said no one noticed him or cared enough. All the things he told Neron, but that one was the worst. It was the truth. I gave him the shittiest excuse of a break-up…it just hurt him more.”

Ava swallowed. “When he came back to the Bureau, I never asked if he was okay. I told him to get back to work. Even when I heard Neron call me a bitch, I thought I was just hearing things. After Neron reminded me of how I acted, I can’t stop thinking about that. I should have at least been more professional all those times I snapped at him.”

“We all could have been better,” John’s muffled voice came from his hands. “The Legends and I used him as unicorn bait, and then I broke his heart again.”

Ava contemplated taking another drink but decided against it. Instead, she pulled her phone out and tossed it on the desk. The sound made John raise his head up finally to look at it.

“I was supposed to call Gary’s family by now,” she told him. “And I haven’t. They’ve been trying to put up a missing person’s report for him that the Bureau keeps taking down. I tried to call, but I can’t leave the message. It’s policy to report him dead by now and I can’t follow through.”

John nodded, reaching for the bottle until Ava moved it away. More drinking wasn’t going to help them.

“I wish I couldn’t care. I wish I could just be like you and stop caring for five minutes.”

He shook his head. “If you think I never care, you’ve got it all wrong, especially now.”

“Because he took your place as Neron’s puppet?”

John’s eyes were cloudy as he shook his head slowly. Being half drunk made it take a little longer to click for Ava.

“Oh…you really do care about Gary. Like…like him?”

A nod was the given response.

“And I know he likes you,” she sighed. “That’s part of why he gave himself up to Neron. So he wouldn’t take you. Gary couldn’t let it happen to you not just so we wouldn’t fight a possessed exorcist. He did it because he likes you.”

“And he’s getting hurt because of me,” John leaned back in the chair solemnly. “He offered himself to save me and because he felt expendable. You heard him earlier- only one me but dozens of time agents.”

“We gotta rescue him…in the morning,” Ava stood up too fast and cringed. “This was a bad idea. I’m going to bed.”

“Probably a good idea.”

“So do it,” Ava muttered as she made for the door. “Night, John.”

“Sharpie?”

“Yeah?”

“Thanks for this.”

She nodded. “Sure.

The director of the Time Bureau left the library and walked back to the room she was sharing with Sara. It took a little longer in her inebriated state, but she did make it there in the end. Stripping down into a night shirt, she cuddled close to Sara. Her girlfriend was barely awake, only just enough so to notice her presence.

“I love you,” Ava whispered to Sara. “Sara, I love you.”

“I love you too,” murmured Sara. “What’s going on?”

“Nothing. I just needed to say it out loud to you. Because I do love you.”

Sara’s hand cupped her cheek. “Sleep now. Tell me again in the morning.”

~~~

Finding a demon in a city as massive as Los Angeles wasn’t so hard as it sounded given that there were only two of them. Even with that, the tracker that Maze had put on Neron’s phone aided in Lucifer’s search. It was around mid-morning when he finally located Neron sitting alone on the patio of a café. If he noticed that Lucifer was approaching him, he gave no indication of it whatsoever. His focus was on a bus that had broken down on the side of the road. No doubt that it was his doing.

Lucifer sat down across from the demon. “Hello, Neron.”

Neron looked over at him lazily, a smile plastered on his face that was more sinister than sincere. “Lucifer. What a surprise.”

“Isn’t it?” he responded, hoping he was oozing as much false cheeriness as he could. “It’s not that to follow demonic energy when it reeks as strongly yours. You know, it’s stronger than the last time I saw you.”

“Los Angeles suits me, I guess,” Neron chuckled, lifting the cup in front of him. “Would you like an expresso? I’m happy to order you one. They’re absolutely sinful.”

“Maybe another time with better company,” Lucifer leaned in closer. “There’s been a lot happening here lately, Neron. I know you’ve been stocking up on souls. News from the last night has your influence written all over it.”

“Maze and I were just living the old days to the fullest.”

“And here I thought she’d upgraded from the likes of you,” the devil sneered. “You’ve caused too much noise in such little time. I wouldn’t have minded your chaos once, but you’ve overstepped.”

Neron smirked. “One little meddle with the detective and now I’m in trouble? Oh dear.”

“You got into her head,” Lucifer snarled, hand drifting towards the knife on the table. “You set her on the path to believing John Constantine, who you also dragged into town, killed that clerk! You manipulated her emotions to take power from them. She was just energy for you!”

Silence fell over them. Neron was emotionless.

“She’s just a human. One of millions, actually billions of energy sources. The pet project that Daddy loved more than you.”

Behind him, a waiter tripped and spilled the contents of his tray onto a woman, whose fingers were flying across her laptop. Lucifer watched as she began to berate the poor boy, who was shaking in terror. Neron waved his fingers and the boy straightened up before hurling vitriolic words right back at the woman. Other people were starting to notice them and smaller arguments began breaking out at tables.

“You’re here to gloat, aren’t you?” Lucifer realized. “Power up on some more negativity while you’re at it too. You wanted me to find you for attention.”

“Oh dear, you figured out my evil plan,” Neron drawled sarcastically. “Whatever shall I do now?”

Lucifer picked up the knife. “I have a suggestion. Leave town, Neron. Take your shenanigans somewhere else and don’t forget to bring Constantine and the rest of his gang.”

“Or what?”

Lucifer tilted his head to the side and stared at Neron’s vessel. Two days earlier, it had been a breeze to pull the soul trapped inside to the surface and push Neron down for a moment. This wasn’t happening so easily now. More resistance met him as he pulled the soul to the forefront. Tears were blooming in the vessel’s eyes as Lucifer pressed Neron down.

“S-s-stop h-h-him,” the vessel whimpered.

He let go and let Neron snap back up in control. The demon looked at him murderously, a sharp contrast from the previous helplessness of his host.

“Leave town,” Lucifer ordered. “If you are not gone by the end of the day or even think about touching Detective Decker ever again, I will strip you from that vessel and send you to hell to be tortured. And that’s if I don’t decide between now and then to obliterate you from the universe. Understand?”

Neron glared at him.

Lucifer drove the knife down into the already scarred and burned hand of the host, making him flinch slightly. “I asked if you understood?”

“Clear,” Neron scowled. “Maybe it is time to scram anyways.”

Yanking the knife out and wrapping his hand in the napkin, the demon stood up and stalked out of the café. Lucifer watched him amble down the street, spreading bits of chaos here and there with the impatient bus travelers. While Neron’s arrival had already raised red flags, the displays he’d been putting on since his time in LA had shown he was becoming something of a threat. Not so much to him, but to the rest of Earth. He needed to be dealt with once and for all.

Perhaps he’d have to cash in that favor with John Constantine sooner than he expected.

~~~

No one slept very well after returning from their fight with Neron. Even though Sara had ordered them all to rest up for whatever came their way the next day, it was hard to get rest after what they had seen. The sounds of Gary’s pained screams were too haunting to forget, but no one was sure how to talk about it. When morning came and they all slowly came into the galley to prepare their respective breakfasts, the air was heavy and somber.

Sara looked over at Ava, who was nursing a cup of coffee between bites of yogurt. Her girlfriend had remembered to tell her that she loved her in the morning when Sara felt more able to appreciate it. She had a feeling that it might have had something to do with the drinking session she and John had last night in the library. Even in the trouble they currently faced, it had been something really nice to hear.

Everyone had been hit in some way during their encounter with Neron, from John and his desolate mood to Ray, whose shoulder had been bandaged up by Nora. Now they were back to square one with no knowledge of where Neron or his new ally were currently. The hours between their return and now had been time to lick wounds and rest. They had to pull themselves back together and go after Neron once more, although there might be a different outcome this time.

“So…we got our asses handed to us last night,” Sara finally began.

“By the dweeb,” Mick grumbled, earning him a glare from some crew members.

“That was Neron, and he found a way to get some souls added to his collection,” John grumbled. “His powers increased and he made use of them. Showed that when he made you think you were back in hell, Des.”

The man in question grimaced as he scraped up a spoonful of granola. “He manipulated my reality, which took a lot of power. It’ll only get worse if he collects more souls. Then he can hit multiple people at once.”

“And he’s got that lady from Lux with him,” Charlie reminded everyone. “She’s probably a demon too.”

“Yeah, but anyways,” Sara steered the conversation back on track. “Those two couldn’t have made it far last night. We have the chance to track them down today.”

“And then what?”

“And then we kill him,” she answered Ava’s question. “We couldn’t hold Neron back last night or get him out of Gary. To be honest, I’m not sure if we’ll be able to. We still don’t even know what he’s planning, but it can’t be good.”

John shook his head. “No. Out of the question.”

“John-”

“We’re not killing Gary,” he snapped.

“You couldn’t even exorcise Neron last night,” Zari reminded him. “You said it yourself, that he has too much power. If he keeps getting more powerful, you’re not getting another chance.”

“Didn’t think of you as a lot that gave up so easily,” John bit back.

“Dweeb knew what he was doing when he let the demon in him,” Mick muttered. “Basically killed himself right there.”

John whirled towards him, but it was Ava who spoke.

“If Gary hadn’t done what he did, you’d be fighting John right now,” she fired back. “As bad as Neron has been in Gary’s body, we would be worse off if it was John. Because it almost was.”

“And you can bring someone back from a possession like that,” Nora added. “If I got spared from death by demonic possession, then Gary should too. I’ve done way worse than anything he’s done.”

They made some pretty good points. Sara had to give them that. “Okay then. So how are we going to stop Neron if John couldn’t get exorcise him?”

“I’ll find a way,” John promised. “I’ll do whatever it takes to free Gary.”

Out of the corner of her eye, Sara saw Des purse his lips tightly.

“Me too,” Ava said next. “He’s my oldest friend and he’s still alive in there. If it was any one of us in his place, he’d be fighting for us too.”

“I’m with Johnny and Ava,” announced Charlie. “I’ve had it out for Neron since he set off those magical creatures on me before hopping into Gary. Plus, Ava’s right. If he’d hopped into any one of you, he’d be trying to stop it.”

“Charlie’s right,” Ray nodded. “We’re kinda responsible for him getting possessed. Neron did tell us that we pushed him to feel like nothing. He’s always been there to support us, even when we didn’t want it from him.”

“No one deserves to be possessed by Neron,” Des set his bowl in the sink. “Gary saved my life, I’ll do what I can to save his.”

John turned to Sara. “Guess there’s more of us who want to save him and not kill him.”

Sara looked out on those who had spoken up. “This isn’t going to be easy. You all do remember last night, don’t you?”

They nodded.

“Well, even if he’s a pain, he’s our pain,” Sara sighed, thinking about it. “Plus he did lose a nipple helping us. And…Ava, you are right. If it were any of us who was possessed, he’d fight for us.”

Zari heaved a sigh. “Well, when you put it that way…I guess I’m in too.”

Mick shrugged but gave a general grunt of agreement.

“I would like to add that I too support the rescue of Agent Green,” Gideon chimed in from above.

“Okay then,” the captain clapped her hands together. “So now we’re saving Gary, but we still need to find where Neron is again. He knows we’re here so we’ve lost some surprise. Since we’re not killing him, we need to think of containment first before pulling him out.”

“If I make some modifications to the brig, that should do the trick,” Ray suggested.

A glimmer of hope appeared in John’s eyes.

“But we still need to find Neron,” Zari said. “I’ve been checking that tracker, but it’s where we last cornered Neron. I’m betting he left it there on purpose, so I don’t know how else to find him.”

“Then we use CCTV,” Ava suggested. “Or, you know, just follow the chaos?”

Sara didn’t bother trying to hide the smile she gave her girlfriend. “Then let’s do that.”

~~~

“Oh good, you’re here.”

Quick as a shot, Maze whirled around and threw a knife in the direction of the voice. Neron dodged it easily as it embedded itself into the wall. She scowled at the missed shot and set the bag of groceries down on the floor. Now Chloe was going to ask her why there were knife marks in the walls again.

Neron gave her a look as he plucked the knife from the wall. “Touchy.”

“What are you doing here? We were supposed to meet later.”

“Yeah, but things changed and then I thought I’d come meet you at your place.”

Maze leaned against the counter. “Do I want to find out how you found where I lived?”

Neron flipped the knife in his hand. “Probably not. By the way, it’s a lovely home. Better than Hell. Hide a lot of weapons around?”

“You have to ask? And here I thought you knew me.”

“Well, I didn’t know you did birthday parties,” Neron held up a picture frame. Inside was her, Chloe, and Trixie at the amusement park for the kid’s birthday party. “And I didn’t know you lived with the detective and her daughter. Aww, this is so cute.”

Maze snatched the frame out of his hands and slammed it on the counter. “Stop playing around. Why are you here?”

“Ah, change of plans,” he sighed dramatically as he walked towards her. “I’m leaving town by the end of today.”

“Aw,” Maze began to unload the bag. “Did you get into trouble?”

“Well, the Legends know I’m in town now and they’re unfortunately persistent. So they’re probably going to come after me again soon.”

She smirked and pulled out Trixie’s cereal. “How tragic.”

Nero made a face at her. “Lucifer came by this morning and told me to get out by the end of today. Which is fine. I’m ready to move on. There’s plenty more stops for us to visit.”

“Us?”

“Why wouldn’t I take one of my oldest partners along for the ride after you agreed to join in the fun?”

Maze shoved the cereal into the cabinet to give herself time to think. Neron leaving town was good and bad news. Good because he wouldn’t be close enough to hurt any of her humans. Bad because he didn’t seem too upset about having to leave. Instead, he looked gleeful, which was never a good sign for innocents.

“So where to next?” she finally questioned.

“We go free Tabitha.”

“Free Tabitha?” Maze repeated. That couldn’t be possible. “You didn’t find her, did you?”

“I’ve known where she was for ages. The problem was time and power. I already had time figured out.”

He dangled the watch-like device that had he’d used last night to get them from an alleyway to his hotel room. “Did I mention it does time travel?”

Sirens went off in her head, but Maze didn’t let it register on her face. “So are we leaving now or later?”

“Lucifer gave me to the end of the day to leave town,” Neron reminded her. “I’m taking advantage of that to get the Legends off my ass. Just meet me tonight at Hotel Cortez and we’ll get out of here together.”

“So you’re going to waste a whole day playing with those heroes?”

“Well, even though I’ve been ordered hands off of Lucifer’s detective, I might bring the LAPD into this.”

“Why am I not surprised?”

“Just meet me at eight thirty tonight.”

He threw her knife back to her, which she caught with ease. Maze kept her eyes on Neron until he was all the way out of the house. Once he was gone, she relaxed slightly. She hadn’t counted on him leaving so soon. He was accelerating his plan, which meant that things were going to get bad a lot sooner than she expected.

There were two ways to stop it and they were hiding in her back pockets.

~~~

“Hello, Los Angeles Police Department.”

“Hi, um, I think I’m being stalked. And it’s more than one person. I was talking to one of your detectives yesterday but I didn’t get to finish giving him the information. Your power went out yesterday.”

“Yes, we did experience a brief outage, but we are back in full operation and are unlikely to experience it again. You said you spoke to a detective?”

“Detective Espinoza. And I need his help because they’re coming after me. I’ve been staying with the owner of Lux and they’ve been coming after me. Three of them were arrested two days ago, but they’re out now. And then more came looking for me during the day yesterday. I know there were two-”

“Sir, I need you to calm down and give me some information. What is your name?”

“Neron.”

~~~

“Anything get picked up yet, Gideon?”

“Afraid not, Captain Lance,” the AI answered. “There is no sign of Neron on CCTV footage yet, but I will update you once he appears.”

Sara nodded in response. “Then I hope he turns up soon.”

“Me too,” John agreed from where he was sitting in the parlor. “The sooner I get him out of Gary, the better for all of us.”

The Waverider’s captain glanced over at him. “You mentioned that he was getting more powerful. How much more powerful are we talking?”

John heaved a sigh and leaned back. “Well, you’ve seen him use telekinesis. That’s your standard demon power, but it can get stronger. In hell, souls are currency for power. The more souls you have-”

“The more power you get,” Ava entered the parlor behind them. “Which we’ve given Neron too much time to acquire. But there’s more than that, isn’t there?”

John stayed silent. Sara looked from Ava to him, wondering the same thing as her girlfriend.

“He spoke in Laurel’s voice,” she remembered. “And again, he used someone’s voice on you, John.”

John’s mouth made the barest twitch. “Mimicry. It’s an old but effective trick of manipulation. Neron called up voices of the dearly departed, like your sister.”

“He also made Des think he was back in Hell. What’s the deal with that?”

“Manipulated his personal reality,” John explained. “The second that charm was off his neck, Neron messed with Des’s mind to make him believe that he was there. Last night, it was just one person. I’ve read texts though saying that with enough power, demons can manipulate the reality of dozens.”

Ava shuddered. “Yeah, as much as this whole thing sucks, I don’t want my reality messed with. We have to stop him from getting any more power.”

“Which means we should get him away from people,” Sara stood up. “But that means we have to bring him in. How do we do that?”

~~~

Neron smiled as he approached Dan’s desk with the officer he’d spoken to. There was no sign of Detective Decker thankfully. It’d just be him and pretty, stupid Dan. Now that he had warmed up his old ability, Neron felt confident about using it more and more.

“This guy’s here to see you,” the officer, now radiating negative energy, barked at Dan. “And here. Do your own damn paperwork.”

She tossed a file onto his desk, nearly spilling hot coffee on him as she marched away. Neron pretended to look concerned about her before looking back at Dan.

“I hope I didn’t make her mad,” he lamented, looking back at Dan. “I don’t know if you remember me from yesterday or not. I was here before the power outage.”

“Yeah, you were,” Dan nodded. “And I remember your voice from the call. Neron, wasn’t it?”

“Good memory, Detective.”

“Eh, hard to forget an unusual name like that,” Dan shrugged, gesturing for him to take a seat. “So you called in because you said you being stalked?”

“Yes,” Neron did his best to look as pathetic as he could. “I was going to tell you yesterday but then that power outage happened and I panicked a little and ran out. And then...my stalkers came after me last night.”

Dan blinked. “I’m sorry, they came after you? You never mentioned this in the call.”

“They got close, but I had a friend come help me out and get me back to my hotel. I’m lucky to have her on my side.”

“Well, I’m glad you made it back safe,” Dan told him. “So those men in custody-- John Constantine, Ray Palmer, and Mick Rory-- all were coming after you and intending to hurt you in Lux the night of their arrest.”

Neron nodded, feeling Gary squirm inside him. Why had he stopped being so passive?

“And with the descriptions and time you gave us, I found a few possible people who could match it,” Dan motioned for him to scoot around to see his computer screen. “Just take your time and look through these.”

As tempting as it was to incriminate the innocent, Neron knew he had to look for the Legends. Setting the LAPD and the time travelers against each other would create just enough noise for him and Maze to escape. It might even work out better if Johnny got his sorry ass locked up for this, along with the rest of the Legends and Ava Sharpe. With them out of the way, his final triumph would be so much easier to reach.

When Ava Sharpe, Sara Lance, and Zari Tomaz were spotted with that shapeshifter (ugh, he should have just killed them that day he took this body), Neron gasped and pointed to the screen. “That’s them!”

“Are you certain?” Dan asked.

“Oh yes, I couldn’t forget their faces.”

Dan scribbled something down on a notepad. “I’ll start to see if I get any hits in the system from any of them. In the meantime, I can bring someone in to talk about keeping you safe until we get this sorted out.”

Suddenly, Gary broke through his grip. “Please help me!”

The detective gaped at him as Neron grimaced and pushed Gary back down. “Shut up! The grown-ups are talking.”

“I don’t care how many horrors you make me see. I’m done staying quiet while you do whatever the hell you want. I’ll keep fighting back!”

“Then I guess I’ll have to take more souls to shut you up. And since you seem to like the nice detective, I think I’ll take his next.”

“No! Don’t! Leave him alone, he’s got a kid!”

“Are you okay?” Dan asked.

“Just a headache, Dan,” Neron sighed, shoving Gary back out of control. “I...can call you, Dan, right?”

“That’s alright,” he agreed, setting his pen down on his desk. Behind the pen, just near the edge of the desk but not quite there, was a picture frame of Dan and a girl. The same little monster who’d been with him and Maze at the mall and was in the picture in her house. Pretty and stupid Dan here must be her father.

Lucifer had only said the Detective was off limits. He never mentioned the kid.

“This has just stressed me out so much, and you’ve been so kind to me,” Neron simpered, looking into Dan’s eyes. “I’m grateful for everything you’re doing for me. I’m pleased to know I’m in the hands of a capable detective.”

The detective’s cheeks were now flushed. “It’s just my job.”

“And you do so much,” purred Neron. “I hope you get the attention you deserve. I mean, who doesn’t want to be recognized.”

“It rarely happens,” Dan murmured slowly.

Neron could feel him falling under his spell. Slowly, he began to manipulate the reality around him. Everyone in the precinct needed to look away from them. They passed by without a glance, like the two of them were invisible. Now, he just needed to claim Daniel’s soul as his.

“You deserve the attention,” he whispered, putting his hand over Dan’s. “I can give it to you, but you have to give me yourself in return.”

His influence was wrapping around Dan like a snake, slowly crushing resistance out of him. “Wha?”

“It will be worth it,” Neron told him, tugging him closer. “Just say yes, and you will have attention.”

“No.”

“Y-yes,” Dan sighed.

“Good,” Neron traced his jaw. “Then we’ll seal it with a kiss.”

~~~

“Mr. Heywood, I will have him by the end of the day, that’s unnecessary to put out.”

Zari looked away from where Gideon was running scans on the cameras in Los Angeles towards Ava. The Bureau director was pacing back and forth, looking frustrated.

“No, we will contain Neron and return him to the Bureau. From there, we can figure out how to separate him from Agent Green.”

“Easier said than done,” Zari thought to herself as she eyed the screens. Gideon had been at this for nearly two hours. Ugh, she wished Neron could stick out like Gary would have by falling over something or tripping or anything that would have him show his face to the camera.

“I’m sorry, could you repeat that for me?” Ava asked before putting a finger to her lips and turning on speakerphone.

Hank Heywood’s voice filtered out instantly. “-reception isn’t that bad on the Waverider, Director. You are not to bring Neron back to D.C. If you see him, kill him on sight.”

Zari’s eyes widened and Ava put a finger to her lips before responding. “Mr. Heywood, with all due respect, Agent Green is still alive even if he isn’t in control.”

“But you aren’t going to get him back,” Hank scoffed. “I heard about what happened in Los Angeles last night. Riots, massacres, a man hanging by his ankles in the middle of the street! You said you would handle it, and you didn’t show you or the Legends could. This foolishness has gone on for long enough. I’m putting out an order to kill for all agents if they see him. Law enforcement in Los Angeles will be informed as well.”

Ava was speechless.

“Director Sharpe, I’m aware you and Agent Green have worked together often, but this is for the best. After all, his family believes him to be dead. You did report that to them, didn’t you?”

“I have, sir.”

“Well, if his family thinks that, then it’s for the best. I expect an update by the end of the day.”

“And I shall send this to you,” Ava replied. “I have to go. One of the Legends needs to discuss something to me.”

With that, she hung up quickly and shoved her phone in her pocket.

“So Nate’s dad wants to kill Neron and Gary,” Zari scooted over on the desk to make room for Ava to take a seat. “Delightful.”

“What’s delightful?” Sara asked as she entered the room. “Everything okay, Aves?”

“No, it’s not,” the director grumbled. “Hank called and he’s not happy that I’ve been avoiding him. He knows that Neron was the one causing all the chaos in LA last night and he’s going to put out a kill order on him. In his mind, everything works out because he thinks I told Gary’s family that he’s dead.”

Sara frowned. “You still haven’t made that call yet?”

“I don’t want to make the call,” Ava huffed. “I hate making them. And if I make this one, then I’ll feel like I’ve given up on Gary.”

“I know,” Sara wrapped an arm around her shoulders. “We’re looking. We’ll get him.”

“Actually, Captain Lance, I have located Neron,” Gideon announced proudly. “Although I’m not quite sure what he’s doing at a school.”

The three turned around towards the screen to see what Gideon had found. Indeed, at the front of a school, there was Neron speaking to some teacher with a child beside him. After a moment, they started walking away. Gideon switched to another camera that showed Neron letting the child into a police car, then getting in himself before driving away.

“That's kidnapping,” Zari pointed to the screen. “He definitely kidnapped that girl.”

“Gideon, do you happen to know the name of the kid?”

“School records show that her name is Beatrice Espinoza. Interestingly enough, her parents work for the Los Angeles Police Department. Neron’s going to be in quite a lot of trouble when they find out about this.”

“And that’s what he wants,” Sara groaned. “He wants more chaos, more negative energy. We gotta go help this kid.”

“Gideon, did you get that license plate number?” Zari asked, pulling out her computer.

“Already using traffic camera to follow him.”

“You’re beautiful,” Zari smiled before going serious. “We need to tell the rest of the team about this.”

“Coincidentally, Miss Espinoza’s mother arrested Mr. Constantine, Dr. Palmer, and Mr. Rory the other night,” added Gideon.

“Of course she did,” Sara muttered. “Okay, we need to go after Neron and the kid and not get on the bad side of the police while we’re at it.”

“And make sure no one kills Neron until we get Gary out of him,” Zari added. “So who wants to break this new update to John because I don’t want to.”

Sara looked at Ava hopefully until she sighed. “Fine, I’ll do it.”

Two minutes later, Zari heard the sound of swearing that confirmed John had been informed of the latest update.

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