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SHE STANDS TO HER FEET. the smell of blood lingers heavily in the air. Indeed, her father would always tell her to make sure she clean up after herself. And yes, she was getting there. “Yes, dad.” She murmured, head craning to the side. And, much like him, she raised a hand, snapping her fingers quickly. The bodies then vanish, but what does not vanish is the intense rush she feels. She wonders to herself if this is what her mother had felt. “How’d you know I was here?” Silly question, but she asked nonetheless.

𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐌𝐄𝐋𝐋 𝐎𝐅 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃, of death, permeates the air. Every fabric, every atom, that surrounds the two of them is seeped in it. What doesn’t vanish with the bodies still leaves him with that lingering sense. Even if they are just demons, and he cares little for them, too much attention draws focus where it need not be. 

And he’s doing everything he can to keep things quiet. 

𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐀𝐋𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐘, Lucifer sees his daughter stomping in. He’d known she was there, even before the heavy sounds of her feet against the gravel crunch and echo in his ears. But whatever greeting he might have given her vanishes, unspoken, as he eyes the blade in her hand. 

𝐈𝐓 𝐈𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐖𝐒 𝐇𝐈𝐌. He knows it in ways no one else does, and he can sense the destruction. It’s not surprising when he arrives to find his daughter, covered in blood and numerous corpses littering the ground. He doesn’t say anything at first. What can he say? He knows this power, even if it is altered. 

It’s Hell itself, mixing with humanity and heaven, in ways only his children can do. 

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       OH, WHAT CURSE SHOULD BEFALL UPON THE SOULS OF BABES;

                        What was completely unexpected, unplanned to occur by those who consorted together made far more complicated by a magical curse. The devil and a demonically cursed child grown into a prophesied queen of hellish proportions - destiny defied, God’s plans were ignored, thrown out the window. Was this a surprise, though? They were both rebels in their own right, how or why would this be different? 

                                                      It would not. 

                             Taken in the wee hours of the night, the following day of their union, the full moon lingering high in the sky. Blood red. The cuffs were tight as the chains rattled, demons dragging her before the witch who would exact her revenge - on her, on Lucifer, on the entire Earth, for she felt betrayed. 

                   The Winchester girl felt weak, confusion echoing through her impaired senses. 

                                                     She was unable to fight.                                                              Unable to resist.                                                       Almost unable to breathe. 

                                  Prayers would be put into the universe, but oh, too late. 

                                         They sprawled her on the table, meek and shaken. 

                                    Words of an incantation reverberate off the cavernous walls, a dungeon like building. 

                       A hand resting on Sam’s lower-most abdomen. A satisfied hum as she senses the Devil’s specimens inside the huntress. And though this was neither God nor the Devil’s plan, the witch and her demon accomplices would set the stage for history to be rewritten. 

                                   Sam would not be Lucifer’s vessel.                                            Rather, she would be an incubator for destruction, death, despair. 

                                                        The Alpha,                                                                     and The Omega …. 

                                                So to speak. 

                                 It would come to pass that Sam would carry not one, but two satanic spawn. 

                                                    Part Angel, Part Demon, Part Human. 

                                                        Fated to the Gemini Curse. 

              Her mouth is forced open, forced to drink a potion as the incantation continued.                The sinister cocktail would force the already combining cells; sperm permeating                egg, to do twice the work, wreak twice the havoc. 

                                                             Wasn’t being a Winchester enough of a curse?                                                    Wasn’t the devilish inheritance enough torment?