ABOMINATION .

❝     ——   it’s  up  for  debate  if  i  ever  had  one .    ❞           the  answer  sounds  like  just  banter  bounced  into  her  court  but  it  actually  was  more  true  than  not .    demons  were  made  from  human  souls  twisted  in  hell .    if  he  was  half  human ,  half  demon    ——    what  would  that  make  his  soul ?     if  he  did  have  one ,  though ,  he  imagined  it  wasn’t  a  pretty  sight ,  if  anything .          ❝     but  probably  around  age  twelve ,  if  i  did .    ❞

❝    what ?   i  can’t  make  a  friend ?    ❞           the  two  of  them ,  he   &   jack ,  got  enough  about  this  from  dean .    jack  was   —   amusing .    innocent .    kind .   all  things  jesse  was  often  not .   jesse  didn’t  mind  having  him  around  by  any  means  either .   but   it’s  not  like  that  made  anything  going  on  between  them .           ❝    we’re  just  friends .    beyond  that   …   he’s   —   he’s  cute .   being  around  him  makes  me  feel  less  like  hell  spawn  which  is  impressive  considering  who  his  father  is .    but   …   right  now  there’s  nothing  going  on .    just  friends .    ❞ 

❪    message  status   :   sent      ⤻      jesse .    ❫            i  don’t  sleep  much ❪    message  status   :   sent      ⤻      jesse .    ❫            ramen ?     what’s  that ?

❝    do  you  know  who  i  am ?    ❞            or ,  rather ,  what  he  was .   since  gaining  his  full  power ,  since  lucifer ,  he  hasn’t  remained  concealed  as  usual .    he  must  seem  ugly ,  festering  with  hell   &   demonic .    being  a  cambion  alone  would  be  one  thing ,  being  a  virgin  born  one  made  him  even  more  terrifying .    would  she  even  recognize  the  antichrist ?

(¸.• ♛ → In one of her many hunting trips she met Jesse and actually she didn’t dislike him, it was just a good guy or that’s what she thought, even if she didn’t like to make some friends, well, she spoke to him twice and they got along just well but that was all and she hasn’t seen him again, until now of course “Oh so you were defending yourself? I’ve heard that people here went crazy, I’m glad you are okay though. And yeah, it’s been really a while, I thought I wasn’t going to see you again”

(¸.• ♛ → She was walking now down the streets, trying to see if maybe she could help some people, that was something she feels like she needed to do because maybe she ended up here when the inffection was almost over, but still, it seems horrible how everything was at this moment, the girl just wanted to see how she can useful but when she saw a very familiar face, Claire approached to him “Jesse? I can’t believe you are here” No, she couldn’t but then again, she also showed up here out of nowhere “Are you okay? Are you…hurt?” Concern in her voice, after all, he seems to have blood there

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Whatever had been going on in the city had been over again, and, Pinkie would not be Pinkie if she would not help to cheer up the people suffering from the consequences.

“Hey!” She showed up in the front of the other basically without warning, holding up a plate with freshly baked treats and grinning from ear to ear, literally. “Would you like a cupcake, maybe? Or a doube-chocolate-chip cookie? Because something sweet like this always can help you to smile again if you feel down!”

 jesse  kept  to  himself .    shoulders  drawn  up  close   &   closed  off .    after  everything  that  had  happened  he  didn’t  want  to  socialize ,  with  good  reasoning  behind  that ,   &   only  focused  on  reeling  in  his  anger  to  a  tame  state  again .    at  least ,  this  time ,  it  was  more  anger  at  himself  than  at  the  world .

he  sits  on  the  ledge  of  a  fountain  &  he  looks  like  he  stepped  out  from  a  horror  movie .   blood  has  soaked  through  his  clothes  to  his  skin  in  some  places   &   at  this  point  the  only  reason  it’s  all  still  there  is  simply  because  he’s  too  irritated   (  irritated ,  not  angry ,  he  had  to  reel  that  again .  )   at  himself  to  give  him  the  satisfaction  of  clean  clothes .    it’s  not  like  he  seems  out of  the  ordinary ,  anyhow .    anyone  out  in  the  streets  last  week  was  bound  to  have  blood  on  them .   maybe  not  as  much  as  he  did ,   &  maybe  less  of  other’s ,  but  some  blood  at  least .     he  fiddles  with  the  hem  of  his  shirt  as  he  takes  a  drag  from  a  cigarette .          ❝     this  is  gonna  take  one  hell  of  a  tide - to - go  pen .    ❞

the  city  turned  upside  down  overnight.        there  was  chaos  everywhere.     the  hospitals  have  been  overrun  with  new  patients  from  being  hurt.    streets  were  littered  with  fallen  debris.    all  the  unaffected  were  bunking  down  to  hopefully  make  it  through.     was  this  how  the  apocalypse  started  ?      he  shuddered  at  that  thought.     he's  seen  the  apocalypse  world   &     it  wasn't  pretty .     all  around  was  just  death  with  a  handful  of  beings  left.     &   with  the  itch  at  his  hands ,   he  wasn't  sure  how  long  he  was  going  to  last  fighting  whatever  was  happening  to  him.     he  was  strong  but  there's  always  a  breaking  point.     that  one  thin  line  that  could  easily  be  passed  if  pushed  enough.     most  of  the  time ,   he  spent  cooped  up  in  his  bedroom ,   lights  off ,   door  locked ,   blinds  drawn.     he  didn't  want     any  contact     with  the  outside  world  as  he  fought  against  the  black  in  his  veins   &   the  thoughts  of  how  with  a  snap  of  his  fingers  he  could  silence  those  sirens  that  rang  nonstop.     with  arms  wrapped  around  himself   &   fingers  clutching  at  the  denim  of  his  jacket ,   he  walked  to  clear  his  head.     he  prayed  that  he  didn't  run  into  anyone   &   kept  his  head  down  most  of  the  time ,   moving  at  a  brisk  pace.     a  scream  caught  his  attention     &   his  head  shot  up ,   his  instincts  screaming  at  him  to  go  help  because  that's  what  sam   &   dean  would  do.     they'd  go  help.     jack  followed  the  scream   &   came  to  the  spot  where  it  originated.     he  didn't  know  which  to  be  more  upset  about.     the  fact  that  an  innocent  women  was  dying  or  that  it  was  at  the  hands  of  jesse.                    “      jesse  !      ”                    he  yelled ,   mouth  falling  down  in  shock.                    “      jesse ,   stop  !      please  !      ”                    he  felt  time  slow  down  as  he  continued  to  stare ,   still  completely  in  disbelief.     he  forced  himself  to  move.     forced  himself  to  move  in  between  the  lady   &   jesse ,   hoping  that  it  would  break  the  connection.                    “      she's  INNOCENT.     please ,   just  stop.      ”

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free  to  do  what  he  wanted .      he  held  himself  back  before ,  held  back  from  it  all ,  out  of  fear .    the  want  to  be  left  alone ,  to  stay  out  of  this  life .   but  now    . . .    who  cares ?    what  was  the  point  in  hiding  all  that  long ,  he  wonders ,  of  denying  himself  the  strength  he  could  have   &   pretending  to  be  something  so  little  in  this  world ?     he  wasn’t  small ,   &   he  didn’t  have  to  be .     he  could  be  feared .     part  of  him  wanted  to  be .    adoration  wasn’t  his  goal ,  not  like  lucifer .    he  wanted  a  hush  to  follow  him  in  the  rooms .   he  wanted  people  to  avert  their  gaze  when  he  looked  at  them .    not  like  this  woman ,   this  woman ,   who  had  the  nerve  to  meet  his  eyes  with  a  look  he’d  call  disgust .    that ,  he  had  decided ,  wasn’t  allowed  anymore .

Frown, and Lucifer looks at the angel. “What do you mean we will talk about that LATER? I told you, I help you kill Raphael if I get his grace and you let me kill the Winchesters.” The archangel wasn’t agreeing about talking later. It wasn’t something he appreciated, being lied to, even less when a promise had been made. “And you PROMISED you were talking care of Dean, so did you KILL him or not?” A question, and a roll of his eyes. “Whatever you say, CASSANDRA.” A look at the other archangel, and finally the king of Hell decided he was bored and sat on the floor, because he could do so. “He is in love? NO? You think? What a SCOOP, we didn’t see it coming!” Sarcasm was dripping of his words, and he could see it. “Cassandra didn’t call my queen a whore nor a lapdog.” Statement, as he observed Lilith punching Raphael with a bright smile on his lips. “Don’t kill him, LOVE, I promised Castiel he could do it, because I keep my promises unlike some people here!”

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 the  torture  itself  didn’t  feel  satisfying ,  but  knowing  he  had  the  ability  to  do  it  was  something  to  take  away  from  it .    he  had  the  ability  to  cripple  an  archangel ,  to  burn  it’s  wings  off  it’s  back .    the  flare  of  power  that  he  had  was  cut  short  by  castiel’s  order  but  the  rush  getting  to  use  it  lingered  even  as  he  stepped  back .    then  it  was  back  to  squabble .    hadn’t  they  come  here  for  a  job ?     maybe ,  he  thinks ,  this  is  why  he’d  been  living   &   acting  alone  for  so  many  years .    teamwork  was  all  fun   &   games  until  someone  decides  against  the  game  plan .

❝     can  we  kill  him ,  then  argue ?     ❞             it  was  the  first  thing  jesse  truly  said  in  the  group .    he  wasn’t  talkative ,  he  preferred  to  watch  &  listen  over  participate ,  but  he  hadn’t  come  to  watch  a  bunch  of  ancient ,  powerful  beings  bicker .    his  gaze  makes  it’s  way  around  the  group ,  lingering  on  each  person  before  finally  stopping  on  cass .           ❝     castiel ?    ❞           his  look  turns  expectant .    if  it  was  the  angel’s  kill  then  he’d  let  it  be ,  but  it  was  up  to  the  angel  to  take  initiative .     as  for  the  winchester  brother ,  he  could  care  less .    if  they  wanted  him  dead  then ,  hell ,  jesse  would  see  to  it  personally  if  he  had  to ,  but  right  now  he  didn’t  care  to  focus  on  it .

It felt amazing. It felt CORRECT. As if he was doing what he should’ve done years ago, as if he had found his purpose. His knight, his queen, his pawn. He thought it was quite a team, and a good one. Eventually, Raphael showed, and so did a smile on Lucifer’s lips. “Hiya’ brother,” the king of Hell started as he waved at the other archangel. Oh, NO, he had not wanted to kill him. However, he needed Castiel. He knew he needed him, for as long as he was here, the Winchesters would be handled. He needed him also for he needed angel’s grace, to bring his own powers back, a lot more than it already was here. He needed Raphael’s grace, and Castiel had accepted to give it to him. So there they were. “Did we? I don’t remember telling you that was a deal. You threatened me.” Statement, and a laugh got out of his mouth at the mention of Castiel’s human. “Dean? Come on! He’s dead!” Lucifer was certain of what he was saying, for he knew the angel had gone after him. A look at him, and a frown. “Wait, Cassandra, he IS dead, right?” Turn to Lilith, the king of Hell placed his arm around his queen’s shoulders, a smile on his lips and a tilt of his head. “Make it quick? Oh no. He called my queen a whore.” His voice was calm, his smile didn’t move away from his lips. “He wants a whore, I’ll turn him into a whore.” A look at his new knight, at his little prince, and Lucifer smiles like a proud father. “Now baby boy, get him. Don’t kill him yet, we’re leaving that honor to Cas over there.”

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 it  felt  like  being  an  onlooker .     on  the  outside ,  simply  watching .     everyone  seemed  to  have  beef ,  something  personal .    family .    past  battles .    defending  loved  ones .     the  king ,  the  queen ,  the  bishop ,  all  their  reasons  to  hate  their  enemy .     the  knight  had  nothing  more  than  duty .     jesse  had  no  reason  to  be  here  save  for  maybe  his  recent  taste  for  destruction ,  but  he  was  a  soldier  now   &   soldiers  seldom  had  reason .    they  had  orders .     it  was  being  a  part  of  something ,  though .    he  made  his  place  as  a  piece  on  the  board ,  earned  it ,  too ,  with  the  blood  on  his  hands .     it’d  been  a  long  time  since  he  was  a  part  of  something .

 order  given ,  his  gaze  smoothly  drifts  to  raphael .     he  could  turn  angels  into  nothing  more  than  play  things  with  barely  half  of  the  access  to  his  powers  that  he  had  now   ;   he  wondered  what  he  could  do  to  an  archangel  with  all  the  malice  of  hell  at  his  fingertips .     skies  darken ,  thunder  claps   &   lightening  strikes  down  like  rain  around  the  group  just  as  jesse  lifts  up  a  hand  to  the  archangel  to  send  him  flying  back  to  meet  the  bolts .     expressionless ,  jesse  steps  forward  after  that .    theres  a  saying ,  someone’s  stare  burning  holes  into  something ,   &   jesse  turns  it  literal .    it’s  not  a  quick  burn ,  it’s  a  roast .    he  has  the  archangel’s  flesh  begin  to  slowly  suffer ,  cells  of  his  vessel  slowly  boiling   &   bursting  as  they  break  into  growing  burns .

Rose didn’t feel well.

She was shaking, breathing hard, and so terribly confused. Rose was not from Washington, D.C. Of course, she wasn’t. How had she ever convinced herself she was? What was happening? She had never, in all her life, felt like this. It was like her cells were throbbing and tearing, and she didn’t understand. That was the worst part: the lack of understanding.

She didn’t know it, but her eyes were flecked with red now. She had noticed the darkness on her wrist, and thought it symptomatic of what she could only assume was … a flu?  With a groan, she curled into the fetal position.

 he’d  gone  from  a  boy  to  a  god .      lowly  demon  spawn  to  the  antichrist .     power  from  lucifer  still  surged  in  him ,   &   the  veil  that  once  hid  him  from  the  world  was  torn  away .     but  he  still  had  his  heart ,  his  humanity ,  somewhere  under  the  demon  somewhere .    it  was  that  which  recognized  the  girl ,  his  friend ,   crumpled  on  the  ground .

He had not paid attention at his sight at first, a look away and a deep sigh. But the words made him look again. And it made all sense. The tickles in his veins, pumping power screaming to get out. IT WAS HIS. This boy belonged to him, it was how it had always been written. “Oh, YOU. I almost waited for you.” Voice dripping with sass, as he stared at him. THE ANTICHRIST. How beautiful was it? He was brighter, prettier than he woud’ve ever thought he would be. A sight of his powers, and Lucifer understood. He was the one he needed. The one who would destroy heaven for him, the one who would help him bring the APOCALYPSE. 

Getting up, the archangel got closer. Hell of an aura all around him, all around them, it was as if two comets collided, it felt like it. His antichrist presence made him feel much more powerful, and for his lack of powers lately, it was feeling amazing. He was feeling EPIC. A look at the young man, and the angel placed his hands on his face. A bright light showed from the inside of Lucifer’s chest, grace, powers. It was getting it all out. “You are on my side. OR, I kill you, which I do not want to. I’m not that BAD of a partner, you’ll see.”

 power  poured  onto  jesse ,    his  own  only  drinking  it  in  more   &   more .      it  felt  like  standing  in  a  supernova ,  one  that  he  controlled .      he  could  do  anything  he  wanted  right  now ,  have  anything  he  wanted .      he  could  level  cities ,  he  could  bring  heaven  to  it’s  knees .      he’d  be  lying  if  he  didn’t  say  he  loved  it  somewhat .      it  felt  . . .   good .    right .    this  is  what  he  was  supposed  to  be .    he  thought  himself  strong  before ,  but  now  he  knew  how  starving  his  power  was .

A smile on the archangel’s lips, sitting on the edge of the sidewalk. Finally he had it. Hatred, rage, power running through his obsidian black veins, as his eyes glowed in the color of blood, a light. Pride. He had it. THE APOCALYPSE. It had took time, a lot of time, but it had been worth it. He could hear prayers done to him, he could hear the screams, smell the blood, feel the pain. Oh so relieving. 

His hands covered in a crimson liquid, his own finger brushing his lips and covering it in blood, he turned his face at the corpse next to him. A sigh of contentment. As he got up, the archangel, KING OF HELL, felt observed, turned around. “What?” He asked, an annoyed tone. “You want to get your skull crushed too, darling??”

irritation  had  been  pumping  in  his  blood .    his  veins  was  getting  darker .     he  wasn’t  taken  over ,  not  yet ,  but  it  was  a  storm  he  could  see  coming .     maybe  he  was  out  in  hopes  something  would  kill  him ,  maybe  he  was  out  in  hopes  something  would  save  him .      maybe      . . .      he  had  found  someone  who  could  do  both .

“What do you mean we are stuck here?” Cheryl asked the man before raising her eyebrow. She didn’t know she was stuck in this town. “Yeah, don’t ask. The town is psychotic and so was the man behind it. A friend of mine’s dad, apparently.”