Post by Azazel on Jan 23, 2016 2:35:43 GMT 8
One of these vile humans had once managed one phrase that was wise even to the ears of the most indignant of the demons created by Lucifer. The definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over again, but expecting different results. Of course the human in question had been lauded as one of the greatest minds of this age, but not because he’d managed to peg the meaning of one tiny word, no, they’d praised him for his calculations about the earth, calculations that completely negated the idea of what his father’s father had gone and put together, the primordial ooze, the sanctimonious angels, the pestilent humans who had taken priority over his father. According to the ‘scientist’ none of that had happened, the ‘miracle’ of a world built in seven days nothing but mumbo jumbo. It was all complete bullshit of course, but Einstein wasn’t to know what waited beyond life, what blazing corners of hell held misery for those souls unlucky enough to go there. He’d escaped the reaches of Lucifer’s legacy but many didn’t. Not recruiting from within those ranks before had been a mistake. Azazel had seen it clearly the instant his last band of merry men had been destroyed by the Winchesters and their pet angel.
Those that were still human, or believed they were, were unreliable. He should’ve seen that after that little experiment had failed miserably but the yellow eyed demon, the deposed King of Hell hadn’t taken note. Instead of plucking those already twisted, already broken beyond piety and whinging heroism, he’d gone right back into that semi-human gene pool and had paid the price. The only one of his second army who had remained loyal was the one demon in their ranks, and the angel had targeted him in the battle. There hadn’t been enough fight in that one, not enough strength, but it didn’t mean that others wouldn’t. There were those who had once been a part of the supernatural world with enough insanity, enough strength, to make it through a fight. The hybrid who’d terrorised this region had sparked the idea in his mind, the creature evading the local law enforcers long enough to slaughter dozens, it had been glorious to watch from a distance. Unlike the angel’s vampire child bride and the fae girl he had tortured, there wasn’t an ounce of humanity, of conscience, left in the creature who had stalked the woods, rending flesh, listening to the voice of a dead sister. Azazel had watched some of the kills and had been there on the periphery as another vampire child, her fragile human mother and a valiant but foolish cop, had been saved at the last minute by the beast’s creator. And he had cheered as that soul hadn’t gone to the other side of the veil, but had instead been intercepted and taken to the one place it could truly do some good.
Standing in the field outside of Mystic Falls, the den the Winchesters had retreated to after their last little show down, Azazel waited for that soul to rise. The people of the town would regret tossing such a creature away, the seemingly untouchable ‘Original family’, that term made him nauseous, would regret tossing such a creature away. Soon the world would ring with the lilting voice of the twisted beast who’d wrought such havoc without the aid of a tortured soul inside of him. Azazel chuckled as life seemed to breathe its way into the shattered body once more, one he’d healed with his own little hands before he’d called the soul back to it. The yellow eyed demon saw one of the runes he’d used for his little ritual shudder on the chest that had been still only moments before and grinned proudly. He crouched beside the body, boots scuffing deep into the dirt, elbows planted on the denim clad knees as he cocked his head faintly. ”Time to wake up son. Your proud new papa’s got some work for his boy to do. That’s it now, shake it off, shake it off and get yourself moving. We’ve got angels to deal with.” That would, of course, be after he let the boy have some fun. You couldn’t let those who’d wronged you get away with it all so easily, after all.
Tags: Axel Elliott Slaughter
Notes: Apologies if this is awful, I'm totally out of practice.