Petty Dabbler

Luci sat down next to John, "Do you think...if I leant her some of my strength, she might be able to spar her own energy and...be with you?"

“No. The binding makes us inseparable. Her body died a long time ago. I’m a lot older than I look.”

Luci gave a nod, looking across the dilapidated building. He sat in silence for a while.

“Anyway, the binding is simple enough. It’s a spell I cast an then then we lock it with the sigil. My friend Robert makes holy water markers for spells.”

"Just tell me what you need me to do and I can help," Luci offered out his help.

With the last stroke of the pen, astra faded into him again and his blue eyes were back, though they bore brimstone flecks. He dumped the pen in the bowl and upended it to quench the fire, collapsing into a sobbing heap on the floor.

Luci sat down, letting out a long breath. He felt...drained...somehow. Tired and worn out. But he pushed it aside, watching John.

Luci jerked awake, blinking his eyes, "We got to break into a museum?" he stretched, popping some things back into place from his rough sleeping position. He hadn't meant to fall asleep...

“Yeah, I saw his bottle in the display. I got some tricks to get us in an then I gotta figure out how to bind him back to it.”

Luci sat down next to John, "Do you think...if I leant her some of my strength, she might be able to spar her own energy and...be with you?"

“No. The binding makes us inseparable. Her body died a long time ago. I’m a lot older than I look.”

Luci gave a nod, looking across the dilapidated building. He sat in silence for a while.

“Anyway, the binding is simple enough. It’s a spell I cast an then then we lock it with the sigil. My friend Robert makes holy water markers for spells.”

"Just tell me what you need me to do and I can help," Luci offered out his help.

With the last stroke of the pen, astra faded into him again and his blue eyes were back, though they bore brimstone flecks. He dumped the pen in the bowl and upended it to quench the fire, collapsing into a sobbing heap on the floor.

Luci sat down, letting out a long breath. He felt...drained...somehow. Tired and worn out. But he pushed it aside, watching John.

Luci sat down next to John, "Do you think...if I leant her some of my strength, she might be able to spar her own energy and...be with you?"

“No. The binding makes us inseparable. Her body died a long time ago. I’m a lot older than I look.”

Luci gave a nod, looking across the dilapidated building. He sat in silence for a while.

“Anyway, the binding is simple enough. It’s a spell I cast an then then we lock it with the sigil. My friend Robert makes holy water markers for spells.”

"Just tell me what you need me to do and I can help," Luci offered out his help.

With the last stroke of the pen, astra faded into him again and his blue eyes were back, though they bore brimstone flecks. He dumped the pen in the bowl and upended it to quench the fire, collapsing into a sobbing heap on the floor.

Luci sat down next to John, "Do you think...if I leant her some of my strength, she might be able to spar her own energy and...be with you?"

“No. The binding makes us inseparable. Her body died a long time ago. I’m a lot older than I look.”

Luci gave a nod, looking across the dilapidated building. He sat in silence for a while.

“Anyway, the binding is simple enough. It’s a spell I cast an then then we lock it with the sigil. My friend Robert makes holy water markers for spells.”

"Just tell me what you need me to do and I can help," Luci offered out his help.

Luci sat down next to John, "Do you think...if I leant her some of my strength, she might be able to spar her own energy and...be with you?"

“No. The binding makes us inseparable. Her body died a long time ago. I’m a lot older than I look.”

Luci gave a nod, looking across the dilapidated building. He sat in silence for a while.

“Anyway, the binding is simple enough. It’s a spell I cast an then then we lock it with the sigil. My friend Robert makes holy water markers for spells.”

Sunday update: we moved in our first boxes a week ago today and today we walk down the hall to find the carpet squishy. Our upstairs neighbors flooded the apartment and here we are waiting for maintenance.

Luci sat down next to John, "Do you think...if I leant her some of my strength, she might be able to spar her own energy and...be with you?"

“No. The binding makes us inseparable. Her body died a long time ago. I’m a lot older than I look.”

“Hey luv,” his eyes narrowed a little as he tried to read the man before him. The lighter came out of seeming nowhere and the little bit of brimstone in the air made him wary. He lit the smoke trying to decide how to respond.

“Ah,” he let out a puff of smoke, leaning casually against the wall, “So what brings such a charming fellow such as yourself to this...charming...town?”

“Trying to keep things to a dull roar.” Constance said putting the lighter away. “Yourself?” He took a long drag. “An tryin to get a decent meal. These wankers wouldn’t know a steak if it bit him.”

“Trying to clear my head,” he let out a long sigh. There were a thousand things left unsaid in that sigh. He tapped a bit of ash from his roll, looking thoughtful, “Fredricks makes a mean steak. And he does owe me a favor...”

“That expand to me too? Cause I don’ get a real meal soon I’m gonna be on some trouble Luv.” The sigil on his arm was throbbing, he was tired. So tired, and the infernal in this joker was starting to set his teeth on edge.

“I could extend it to you...then you would owe me a favor in turn,” he drew in the last of his roll and then tossed it, smiling, “Come on, then, before you pass out here on the street. I can almost here that stomach of yours calling out.”

“Luv, I ain’t sure I wanna be owin you,” he carefully picked up his bag with the whispered “toredzou” (come) and followed. The brimstone flecks in his eyes were starting to merge so that it was becoming a ring. The infernal tried to come to the surface and right now he was too ragged to stop it.

“Well meet, Constance...and Constance...I am Lucifer Morningstar,” he took a breath, calming himself, “What in Hell’s name are you doing on Earth? Do you not know the rules?”

“I ain’ ‘llowed downstairs. Not after I sprung the elder Winchester. Showed him the back door an led six hundred souls in an uprising to try an cover his escape.” He shrugged. “That was my second escort. Sides, mom used unbreakable on me as a young man. An usually I spend my days giving sulphur breathers what for. I try an keep the older infernals, the kind John’s boys don’ deal with in check an whatever other evil thing tries to ruin humanity.”

“I really have been topside way too long...” he muttered, shaking his head, “Well, at least you are doing some good up here. Humans don’t know that you are a demon, or a host to a demon?” 

“A change of scenery, mostly. I needed to...get away. Clear my head,” Luci looked away, his drink in hand as he sipped it. He was still and quiet for some time.

“Yeah,” he followed him out. It wasn’t long before he knew he was in danger. He could see astra out of the corner of his eye. That meant that the sigil keeping the infernal at bay was starting to fade. “We need to get some place safe. And I mean infernal proof.”

“Don’t know about infernal proof, but I know of a place outside town. Locals seemed to have forgotten about it and don’t go near it.”

“Good.” The red sigil on his arm was cooling. The mark usually reflected brimstone but now it just looked like dried blood. “Look, I go infernal you have to keep me penned, kill me, don’t let me out till he wears himself out cause if he gets loose it’s gonna be bad.”

“Understood. This way,” he moved quickly to a dark convertible, “Hop in. Its a small bit of a drive,” he started up the car and waited for John to get comfortable before peeling out. The car thrummed and moved at absurd speeds out of town and into the countryside.

Constance nodded, not sparing any words. The air around him was cold with the ghost who was now visible. A pretty young woman was holding on to him, her hands trying to hold him together. She was in her mid twenties and her energy blended into him. Every bit of her energy was trying to hold Constance together, a battle she and Constance both knew they were losing.

The slits of his eyes revealed no more blue just swirling brimstone. He was still fighting using enochian wards and bindings to try and shore up the rapidly fading binding.

Luci set him down, picking up on the Enochian. He began to recite the phrases, hoping that would lend some weight and power to the bindings. It usually did in those rituals he had heard so much about.

“Too late.” The sigil on his arm faded to just old blood and the infernal binding snapping was nearly audible. He was standing now, the infernal coming off him like smoke off dry ice.

Luci backed away, feeling it vibrating deep in his being. It was...not a good feeling.

For a moment both Constance and the ghost stood there as if nothing had happened but the infernal began drawing in around him and in a matter of a few moments constance was barely recognizable. The cackle the evil creature let loose was pure evil and as it swirled around him constance fell to the floor the ghost clinging to him keeping his body alive as the infernal creature took off. Constance was not conscious and the infernal could look like him. But astra was the only thing keeping his body alive. She looked at the archangel. “The destroyer will kill as many as it can until you can stop it. I have to stay with him to keep the door open.”

“Quite understood,” he spread out his wings, taking off after the demonic creature. He could feel it, using its infernal signature to track it down.

“And where do you think you are going?” Lucifer landed in front of him, wings folding, “I didn’t give you permission to leave,” he adjusted the cuffs of his suit, eyeing the demon.

He grabbed him by the arm, “I didn’t say you could go,” his eyes glowed red once more, “You’re run already ended. Time to back home like a good little demon.”

The creature channeled it’s energy into a huge blast intended to send the angel flying. “You used to be so much fun luci. When did you become reformed?”

“I fell in love with a detective of the L.A.P.D. Sort of puts you on the straight and narrow,” he managed to pick himself up, dusting off his suit a bit, “Okay, sweetheart, you’re going to have to do a bit better than that to shake me,” he darted forward.

It laughed. The hellfire made him grow again causing the soul to be clear to see. “You and what army are taking me back?” It took a hundred souls to corral me last time.

He merely smiled, batting him back. He no longer wasted energy on speaking. No more bantering.

He batted the rock aside and grabbed the demon by the throat, “Now, I will be a benevolent king and give you one more chance.”

“You can’t kill me, the soul I’m bound to is stuck here. You can’t kill me.” He smiled twisting loose and rocketing off

He let out a deep roar before following. He roared out threats in the guttural language of the Lillum. Promises of fates worse than death.

“Even you can’t stop unbreakable.” The infernal taunted slamming to earth in a brimstone cloud that possessed any human it touched till he had an army.

He tried to backpedal, getting a hit of that brimstone cloud. Luci went back to the ground, coughing heavily

“Now, let’s see, where we’re we?” The army of souls lurched for the king of hell. The destroyer was practically giddy, he hadn’t had this much fun in ages. And of course he knew if he could get any of the possessed to kill their souls were damned. “Too Smokey for you?”

He had fought humans before, but never this many all at once. He managed to keep several at bay until they all converged, bearing him to the ground.

He struggled and fought, pushing several away. He would get up only to be borne back down to the ground. He knew that he was tiring. The humans couldn’t do more than tire him out. No threat of cuts or broken bones here, but he was still restricted to the rule of ‘No Killing Humans’.

“Oh how low we have come, the creature said leering down at him. Lookit this mate, the almighty king of hell stuck cause he can’t kill a human. They won’t eat, won’t sleep, just keep you down.”

“I’ve...broken a lot of rules...in my time. But this one...if I break....it, then...I’m no better...than a beast...” he huffed and struggled desperately. He sneezed as the brimstone got a bit strong again.

“It’s what we are luci, brimstone and ash. Evil and intent. When did you become so soft?” He stepped closer when he reached back to slam on Lucifer he once again left his weak spot open.

Luci’s hand snapped out and grasped at that weakened spot. He grabbed it and held on to it. “Gotcha.”

He bucked and screamed pulling back and attempting to pull the soul out of the devil’s grasp. The army of humans still tried to drag him down. The soul was pulsing the human struggling to overcome the infernal trying to drag him down. Muttering in enochian and English trying to strengthen the devil’s grip on it.

He got both hands on the soul, holding tight. He chanted in Enochian, helping the soul regain its body.

“Anything I can do to help with that seal?” Luci asked, having watched John go through his small ritual. It was painful to see. Those souls ate at him.

“A lot of people have seen my bad side. It is something we all wish to avoid,” he watched John, “Who is she? Your ghost? She seems very important to you.”

“Bound together but unable to actually be together,” Luci looked sad, shaking his head, “That feels like an awful fate.”

“Hey luv,” his eyes narrowed a little as he tried to read the man before him. The lighter came out of seeming nowhere and the little bit of brimstone in the air made him wary. He lit the smoke trying to decide how to respond.

“Ah,” he let out a puff of smoke, leaning casually against the wall, “So what brings such a charming fellow such as yourself to this...charming...town?”

“Trying to keep things to a dull roar.” Constance said putting the lighter away. “Yourself?” He took a long drag. “An tryin to get a decent meal. These wankers wouldn’t know a steak if it bit him.”

“Trying to clear my head,” he let out a long sigh. There were a thousand things left unsaid in that sigh. He tapped a bit of ash from his roll, looking thoughtful, “Fredricks makes a mean steak. And he does owe me a favor...”

“That expand to me too? Cause I don’ get a real meal soon I’m gonna be on some trouble Luv.” The sigil on his arm was throbbing, he was tired. So tired, and the infernal in this joker was starting to set his teeth on edge.

“I could extend it to you...then you would owe me a favor in turn,” he drew in the last of his roll and then tossed it, smiling, “Come on, then, before you pass out here on the street. I can almost here that stomach of yours calling out.”

“Luv, I ain’t sure I wanna be owin you,” he carefully picked up his bag with the whispered “toredzou” (come) and followed. The brimstone flecks in his eyes were starting to merge so that it was becoming a ring. The infernal tried to come to the surface and right now he was too ragged to stop it.

“Well meet, Constance...and Constance...I am Lucifer Morningstar,” he took a breath, calming himself, “What in Hell’s name are you doing on Earth? Do you not know the rules?”

“I ain’ ‘llowed downstairs. Not after I sprung the elder Winchester. Showed him the back door an led six hundred souls in an uprising to try an cover his escape.” He shrugged. “That was my second escort. Sides, mom used unbreakable on me as a young man. An usually I spend my days giving sulphur breathers what for. I try an keep the older infernals, the kind John’s boys don’ deal with in check an whatever other evil thing tries to ruin humanity.”

“I really have been topside way too long...” he muttered, shaking his head, “Well, at least you are doing some good up here. Humans don’t know that you are a demon, or a host to a demon?” 

“A change of scenery, mostly. I needed to...get away. Clear my head,” Luci looked away, his drink in hand as he sipped it. He was still and quiet for some time.

“Yeah,” he followed him out. It wasn’t long before he knew he was in danger. He could see astra out of the corner of his eye. That meant that the sigil keeping the infernal at bay was starting to fade. “We need to get some place safe. And I mean infernal proof.”

“Don’t know about infernal proof, but I know of a place outside town. Locals seemed to have forgotten about it and don’t go near it.”

“Good.” The red sigil on his arm was cooling. The mark usually reflected brimstone but now it just looked like dried blood. “Look, I go infernal you have to keep me penned, kill me, don’t let me out till he wears himself out cause if he gets loose it’s gonna be bad.”

“Understood. This way,” he moved quickly to a dark convertible, “Hop in. Its a small bit of a drive,” he started up the car and waited for John to get comfortable before peeling out. The car thrummed and moved at absurd speeds out of town and into the countryside.

Constance nodded, not sparing any words. The air around him was cold with the ghost who was now visible. A pretty young woman was holding on to him, her hands trying to hold him together. She was in her mid twenties and her energy blended into him. Every bit of her energy was trying to hold Constance together, a battle she and Constance both knew they were losing.

The slits of his eyes revealed no more blue just swirling brimstone. He was still fighting using enochian wards and bindings to try and shore up the rapidly fading binding.

Luci set him down, picking up on the Enochian. He began to recite the phrases, hoping that would lend some weight and power to the bindings. It usually did in those rituals he had heard so much about.

“Too late.” The sigil on his arm faded to just old blood and the infernal binding snapping was nearly audible. He was standing now, the infernal coming off him like smoke off dry ice.

Luci backed away, feeling it vibrating deep in his being. It was...not a good feeling.

For a moment both Constance and the ghost stood there as if nothing had happened but the infernal began drawing in around him and in a matter of a few moments constance was barely recognizable. The cackle the evil creature let loose was pure evil and as it swirled around him constance fell to the floor the ghost clinging to him keeping his body alive as the infernal creature took off. Constance was not conscious and the infernal could look like him. But astra was the only thing keeping his body alive. She looked at the archangel. “The destroyer will kill as many as it can until you can stop it. I have to stay with him to keep the door open.”

“Quite understood,” he spread out his wings, taking off after the demonic creature. He could feel it, using its infernal signature to track it down.

“And where do you think you are going?” Lucifer landed in front of him, wings folding, “I didn’t give you permission to leave,” he adjusted the cuffs of his suit, eyeing the demon.

He grabbed him by the arm, “I didn’t say you could go,” his eyes glowed red once more, “You’re run already ended. Time to back home like a good little demon.”

The creature channeled it’s energy into a huge blast intended to send the angel flying. “You used to be so much fun luci. When did you become reformed?”

“I fell in love with a detective of the L.A.P.D. Sort of puts you on the straight and narrow,” he managed to pick himself up, dusting off his suit a bit, “Okay, sweetheart, you’re going to have to do a bit better than that to shake me,” he darted forward.

It laughed. The hellfire made him grow again causing the soul to be clear to see. “You and what army are taking me back?” It took a hundred souls to corral me last time.

He merely smiled, batting him back. He no longer wasted energy on speaking. No more bantering.

He batted the rock aside and grabbed the demon by the throat, “Now, I will be a benevolent king and give you one more chance.”

“You can’t kill me, the soul I’m bound to is stuck here. You can’t kill me.” He smiled twisting loose and rocketing off

He let out a deep roar before following. He roared out threats in the guttural language of the Lillum. Promises of fates worse than death.

“Even you can’t stop unbreakable.” The infernal taunted slamming to earth in a brimstone cloud that possessed any human it touched till he had an army.

He tried to backpedal, getting a hit of that brimstone cloud. Luci went back to the ground, coughing heavily

“Now, let’s see, where we’re we?” The army of souls lurched for the king of hell. The destroyer was practically giddy, he hadn’t had this much fun in ages. And of course he knew if he could get any of the possessed to kill their souls were damned. “Too Smokey for you?”

He had fought humans before, but never this many all at once. He managed to keep several at bay until they all converged, bearing him to the ground.

He struggled and fought, pushing several away. He would get up only to be borne back down to the ground. He knew that he was tiring. The humans couldn’t do more than tire him out. No threat of cuts or broken bones here, but he was still restricted to the rule of ‘No Killing Humans’.

“Oh how low we have come, the creature said leering down at him. Lookit this mate, the almighty king of hell stuck cause he can’t kill a human. They won’t eat, won’t sleep, just keep you down.”

“I’ve...broken a lot of rules...in my time. But this one...if I break....it, then...I’m no better...than a beast...” he huffed and struggled desperately. He sneezed as the brimstone got a bit strong again.

“It’s what we are luci, brimstone and ash. Evil and intent. When did you become so soft?” He stepped closer when he reached back to slam on Lucifer he once again left his weak spot open.

Luci’s hand snapped out and grasped at that weakened spot. He grabbed it and held on to it. “Gotcha.”

He bucked and screamed pulling back and attempting to pull the soul out of the devil’s grasp. The army of humans still tried to drag him down. The soul was pulsing the human struggling to overcome the infernal trying to drag him down. Muttering in enochian and English trying to strengthen the devil’s grip on it.

He got both hands on the soul, holding tight. He chanted in Enochian, helping the soul regain its body.

“Anything I can do to help with that seal?” Luci asked, having watched John go through his small ritual. It was painful to see. Those souls ate at him.

“A lot of people have seen my bad side. It is something we all wish to avoid,” he watched John, “Who is she? Your ghost? She seems very important to you.”

“Hey luv,” his eyes narrowed a little as he tried to read the man before him. The lighter came out of seeming nowhere and the little bit of brimstone in the air made him wary. He lit the smoke trying to decide how to respond.

“Ah,” he let out a puff of smoke, leaning casually against the wall, “So what brings such a charming fellow such as yourself to this...charming...town?”

“Trying to keep things to a dull roar.” Constance said putting the lighter away. “Yourself?” He took a long drag. “An tryin to get a decent meal. These wankers wouldn’t know a steak if it bit him.”

“Trying to clear my head,” he let out a long sigh. There were a thousand things left unsaid in that sigh. He tapped a bit of ash from his roll, looking thoughtful, “Fredricks makes a mean steak. And he does owe me a favor...”

“That expand to me too? Cause I don’ get a real meal soon I’m gonna be on some trouble Luv.” The sigil on his arm was throbbing, he was tired. So tired, and the infernal in this joker was starting to set his teeth on edge.

“I could extend it to you...then you would owe me a favor in turn,” he drew in the last of his roll and then tossed it, smiling, “Come on, then, before you pass out here on the street. I can almost here that stomach of yours calling out.”

“Luv, I ain’t sure I wanna be owin you,” he carefully picked up his bag with the whispered “toredzou” (come) and followed. The brimstone flecks in his eyes were starting to merge so that it was becoming a ring. The infernal tried to come to the surface and right now he was too ragged to stop it.

“Well meet, Constance...and Constance...I am Lucifer Morningstar,” he took a breath, calming himself, “What in Hell’s name are you doing on Earth? Do you not know the rules?”

“I ain’ ‘llowed downstairs. Not after I sprung the elder Winchester. Showed him the back door an led six hundred souls in an uprising to try an cover his escape.” He shrugged. “That was my second escort. Sides, mom used unbreakable on me as a young man. An usually I spend my days giving sulphur breathers what for. I try an keep the older infernals, the kind John’s boys don’ deal with in check an whatever other evil thing tries to ruin humanity.”

“I really have been topside way too long...” he muttered, shaking his head, “Well, at least you are doing some good up here. Humans don’t know that you are a demon, or a host to a demon?” 

“A change of scenery, mostly. I needed to...get away. Clear my head,” Luci looked away, his drink in hand as he sipped it. He was still and quiet for some time.

“Yeah,” he followed him out. It wasn’t long before he knew he was in danger. He could see astra out of the corner of his eye. That meant that the sigil keeping the infernal at bay was starting to fade. “We need to get some place safe. And I mean infernal proof.”

“Don’t know about infernal proof, but I know of a place outside town. Locals seemed to have forgotten about it and don’t go near it.”

“Good.” The red sigil on his arm was cooling. The mark usually reflected brimstone but now it just looked like dried blood. “Look, I go infernal you have to keep me penned, kill me, don’t let me out till he wears himself out cause if he gets loose it’s gonna be bad.”

“Understood. This way,” he moved quickly to a dark convertible, “Hop in. Its a small bit of a drive,” he started up the car and waited for John to get comfortable before peeling out. The car thrummed and moved at absurd speeds out of town and into the countryside.

Constance nodded, not sparing any words. The air around him was cold with the ghost who was now visible. A pretty young woman was holding on to him, her hands trying to hold him together. She was in her mid twenties and her energy blended into him. Every bit of her energy was trying to hold Constance together, a battle she and Constance both knew they were losing.

The slits of his eyes revealed no more blue just swirling brimstone. He was still fighting using enochian wards and bindings to try and shore up the rapidly fading binding.

Luci set him down, picking up on the Enochian. He began to recite the phrases, hoping that would lend some weight and power to the bindings. It usually did in those rituals he had heard so much about.

“Too late.” The sigil on his arm faded to just old blood and the infernal binding snapping was nearly audible. He was standing now, the infernal coming off him like smoke off dry ice.

Luci backed away, feeling it vibrating deep in his being. It was...not a good feeling.

For a moment both Constance and the ghost stood there as if nothing had happened but the infernal began drawing in around him and in a matter of a few moments constance was barely recognizable. The cackle the evil creature let loose was pure evil and as it swirled around him constance fell to the floor the ghost clinging to him keeping his body alive as the infernal creature took off. Constance was not conscious and the infernal could look like him. But astra was the only thing keeping his body alive. She looked at the archangel. “The destroyer will kill as many as it can until you can stop it. I have to stay with him to keep the door open.”

“Quite understood,” he spread out his wings, taking off after the demonic creature. He could feel it, using its infernal signature to track it down.

“And where do you think you are going?” Lucifer landed in front of him, wings folding, “I didn’t give you permission to leave,” he adjusted the cuffs of his suit, eyeing the demon.

He grabbed him by the arm, “I didn’t say you could go,” his eyes glowed red once more, “You’re run already ended. Time to back home like a good little demon.”

The creature channeled it’s energy into a huge blast intended to send the angel flying. “You used to be so much fun luci. When did you become reformed?”

“I fell in love with a detective of the L.A.P.D. Sort of puts you on the straight and narrow,” he managed to pick himself up, dusting off his suit a bit, “Okay, sweetheart, you’re going to have to do a bit better than that to shake me,” he darted forward.

It laughed. The hellfire made him grow again causing the soul to be clear to see. “You and what army are taking me back?” It took a hundred souls to corral me last time.

He merely smiled, batting him back. He no longer wasted energy on speaking. No more bantering.

He batted the rock aside and grabbed the demon by the throat, “Now, I will be a benevolent king and give you one more chance.”

“You can’t kill me, the soul I’m bound to is stuck here. You can’t kill me.” He smiled twisting loose and rocketing off

He let out a deep roar before following. He roared out threats in the guttural language of the Lillum. Promises of fates worse than death.

“Even you can’t stop unbreakable.” The infernal taunted slamming to earth in a brimstone cloud that possessed any human it touched till he had an army.

He tried to backpedal, getting a hit of that brimstone cloud. Luci went back to the ground, coughing heavily

“Now, let’s see, where we’re we?” The army of souls lurched for the king of hell. The destroyer was practically giddy, he hadn’t had this much fun in ages. And of course he knew if he could get any of the possessed to kill their souls were damned. “Too Smokey for you?”

He had fought humans before, but never this many all at once. He managed to keep several at bay until they all converged, bearing him to the ground.

He struggled and fought, pushing several away. He would get up only to be borne back down to the ground. He knew that he was tiring. The humans couldn’t do more than tire him out. No threat of cuts or broken bones here, but he was still restricted to the rule of ‘No Killing Humans’.

“Oh how low we have come, the creature said leering down at him. Lookit this mate, the almighty king of hell stuck cause he can’t kill a human. They won’t eat, won’t sleep, just keep you down.”

“I’ve...broken a lot of rules...in my time. But this one...if I break....it, then...I’m no better...than a beast...” he huffed and struggled desperately. He sneezed as the brimstone got a bit strong again.

“It’s what we are luci, brimstone and ash. Evil and intent. When did you become so soft?” He stepped closer when he reached back to slam on Lucifer he once again left his weak spot open.

Luci’s hand snapped out and grasped at that weakened spot. He grabbed it and held on to it. “Gotcha.”

He bucked and screamed pulling back and attempting to pull the soul out of the devil’s grasp. The army of humans still tried to drag him down. The soul was pulsing the human struggling to overcome the infernal trying to drag him down. Muttering in enochian and English trying to strengthen the devil’s grip on it.

He got both hands on the soul, holding tight. He chanted in Enochian, helping the soul regain its body.

“Anything I can do to help with that seal?” Luci asked, having watched John go through his small ritual. It was painful to see. Those souls ate at him.

“Hey luv,” his eyes narrowed a little as he tried to read the man before him. The lighter came out of seeming nowhere and the little bit of brimstone in the air made him wary. He lit the smoke trying to decide how to respond.

“Ah,” he let out a puff of smoke, leaning casually against the wall, “So what brings such a charming fellow such as yourself to this...charming...town?”

“Trying to keep things to a dull roar.” Constance said putting the lighter away. “Yourself?” He took a long drag. “An tryin to get a decent meal. These wankers wouldn’t know a steak if it bit him.”

“Trying to clear my head,” he let out a long sigh. There were a thousand things left unsaid in that sigh. He tapped a bit of ash from his roll, looking thoughtful, “Fredricks makes a mean steak. And he does owe me a favor...”

“That expand to me too? Cause I don’ get a real meal soon I’m gonna be on some trouble Luv.” The sigil on his arm was throbbing, he was tired. So tired, and the infernal in this joker was starting to set his teeth on edge.

“I could extend it to you...then you would owe me a favor in turn,” he drew in the last of his roll and then tossed it, smiling, “Come on, then, before you pass out here on the street. I can almost here that stomach of yours calling out.”

“Luv, I ain’t sure I wanna be owin you,” he carefully picked up his bag with the whispered “toredzou” (come) and followed. The brimstone flecks in his eyes were starting to merge so that it was becoming a ring. The infernal tried to come to the surface and right now he was too ragged to stop it.

“Well meet, Constance...and Constance...I am Lucifer Morningstar,” he took a breath, calming himself, “What in Hell’s name are you doing on Earth? Do you not know the rules?”

“I ain’ ‘llowed downstairs. Not after I sprung the elder Winchester. Showed him the back door an led six hundred souls in an uprising to try an cover his escape.” He shrugged. “That was my second escort. Sides, mom used unbreakable on me as a young man. An usually I spend my days giving sulphur breathers what for. I try an keep the older infernals, the kind John’s boys don’ deal with in check an whatever other evil thing tries to ruin humanity.”

“I really have been topside way too long...” he muttered, shaking his head, “Well, at least you are doing some good up here. Humans don’t know that you are a demon, or a host to a demon?” 

“A change of scenery, mostly. I needed to...get away. Clear my head,” Luci looked away, his drink in hand as he sipped it. He was still and quiet for some time.

“Yeah,” he followed him out. It wasn’t long before he knew he was in danger. He could see astra out of the corner of his eye. That meant that the sigil keeping the infernal at bay was starting to fade. “We need to get some place safe. And I mean infernal proof.”

“Don’t know about infernal proof, but I know of a place outside town. Locals seemed to have forgotten about it and don’t go near it.”

“Good.” The red sigil on his arm was cooling. The mark usually reflected brimstone but now it just looked like dried blood. “Look, I go infernal you have to keep me penned, kill me, don’t let me out till he wears himself out cause if he gets loose it’s gonna be bad.”

“Understood. This way,” he moved quickly to a dark convertible, “Hop in. Its a small bit of a drive,” he started up the car and waited for John to get comfortable before peeling out. The car thrummed and moved at absurd speeds out of town and into the countryside.

Constance nodded, not sparing any words. The air around him was cold with the ghost who was now visible. A pretty young woman was holding on to him, her hands trying to hold him together. She was in her mid twenties and her energy blended into him. Every bit of her energy was trying to hold Constance together, a battle she and Constance both knew they were losing.

The slits of his eyes revealed no more blue just swirling brimstone. He was still fighting using enochian wards and bindings to try and shore up the rapidly fading binding.

Luci set him down, picking up on the Enochian. He began to recite the phrases, hoping that would lend some weight and power to the bindings. It usually did in those rituals he had heard so much about.

“Too late.” The sigil on his arm faded to just old blood and the infernal binding snapping was nearly audible. He was standing now, the infernal coming off him like smoke off dry ice.

Luci backed away, feeling it vibrating deep in his being. It was...not a good feeling.

For a moment both Constance and the ghost stood there as if nothing had happened but the infernal began drawing in around him and in a matter of a few moments constance was barely recognizable. The cackle the evil creature let loose was pure evil and as it swirled around him constance fell to the floor the ghost clinging to him keeping his body alive as the infernal creature took off. Constance was not conscious and the infernal could look like him. But astra was the only thing keeping his body alive. She looked at the archangel. “The destroyer will kill as many as it can until you can stop it. I have to stay with him to keep the door open.”

“Quite understood,” he spread out his wings, taking off after the demonic creature. He could feel it, using its infernal signature to track it down.

“And where do you think you are going?” Lucifer landed in front of him, wings folding, “I didn’t give you permission to leave,” he adjusted the cuffs of his suit, eyeing the demon.

He grabbed him by the arm, “I didn’t say you could go,” his eyes glowed red once more, “You’re run already ended. Time to back home like a good little demon.”

The creature channeled it’s energy into a huge blast intended to send the angel flying. “You used to be so much fun luci. When did you become reformed?”

“I fell in love with a detective of the L.A.P.D. Sort of puts you on the straight and narrow,” he managed to pick himself up, dusting off his suit a bit, “Okay, sweetheart, you’re going to have to do a bit better than that to shake me,” he darted forward.

It laughed. The hellfire made him grow again causing the soul to be clear to see. “You and what army are taking me back?” It took a hundred souls to corral me last time.

He merely smiled, batting him back. He no longer wasted energy on speaking. No more bantering.

He batted the rock aside and grabbed the demon by the throat, “Now, I will be a benevolent king and give you one more chance.”

“You can’t kill me, the soul I’m bound to is stuck here. You can’t kill me.” He smiled twisting loose and rocketing off

He let out a deep roar before following. He roared out threats in the guttural language of the Lillum. Promises of fates worse than death.

“Even you can’t stop unbreakable.” The infernal taunted slamming to earth in a brimstone cloud that possessed any human it touched till he had an army.

He tried to backpedal, getting a hit of that brimstone cloud. Luci went back to the ground, coughing heavily

“Now, let’s see, where we’re we?” The army of souls lurched for the king of hell. The destroyer was practically giddy, he hadn’t had this much fun in ages. And of course he knew if he could get any of the possessed to kill their souls were damned. “Too Smokey for you?”

He had fought humans before, but never this many all at once. He managed to keep several at bay until they all converged, bearing him to the ground.

He struggled and fought, pushing several away. He would get up only to be borne back down to the ground. He knew that he was tiring. The humans couldn’t do more than tire him out. No threat of cuts or broken bones here, but he was still restricted to the rule of ‘No Killing Humans’.

“Oh how low we have come, the creature said leering down at him. Lookit this mate, the almighty king of hell stuck cause he can’t kill a human. They won’t eat, won’t sleep, just keep you down.”

“I’ve...broken a lot of rules...in my time. But this one...if I break....it, then...I’m no better...than a beast...” he huffed and struggled desperately. He sneezed as the brimstone got a bit strong again.

“It’s what we are luci, brimstone and ash. Evil and intent. When did you become so soft?” He stepped closer when he reached back to slam on Lucifer he once again left his weak spot open.

Luci’s hand snapped out and grasped at that weakened spot. He grabbed it and held on to it. “Gotcha.”

He bucked and screamed pulling back and attempting to pull the soul out of the devil’s grasp. The army of humans still tried to drag him down. The soul was pulsing the human struggling to overcome the infernal trying to drag him down. Muttering in enochian and English trying to strengthen the devil’s grip on it.

He got both hands on the soul, holding tight. He chanted in Enochian, helping the soul regain its body.

“Hey luv,” his eyes narrowed a little as he tried to read the man before him. The lighter came out of seeming nowhere and the little bit of brimstone in the air made him wary. He lit the smoke trying to decide how to respond.

“Ah,” he let out a puff of smoke, leaning casually against the wall, “So what brings such a charming fellow such as yourself to this...charming...town?”

“Trying to keep things to a dull roar.” Constance said putting the lighter away. “Yourself?” He took a long drag. “An tryin to get a decent meal. These wankers wouldn’t know a steak if it bit him.”

“Trying to clear my head,” he let out a long sigh. There were a thousand things left unsaid in that sigh. He tapped a bit of ash from his roll, looking thoughtful, “Fredricks makes a mean steak. And he does owe me a favor...”

“That expand to me too? Cause I don’ get a real meal soon I’m gonna be on some trouble Luv.” The sigil on his arm was throbbing, he was tired. So tired, and the infernal in this joker was starting to set his teeth on edge.

“I could extend it to you...then you would owe me a favor in turn,” he drew in the last of his roll and then tossed it, smiling, “Come on, then, before you pass out here on the street. I can almost here that stomach of yours calling out.”

“Luv, I ain’t sure I wanna be owin you,” he carefully picked up his bag with the whispered “toredzou” (come) and followed. The brimstone flecks in his eyes were starting to merge so that it was becoming a ring. The infernal tried to come to the surface and right now he was too ragged to stop it.

“Well meet, Constance...and Constance...I am Lucifer Morningstar,” he took a breath, calming himself, “What in Hell’s name are you doing on Earth? Do you not know the rules?”

“I ain’ ‘llowed downstairs. Not after I sprung the elder Winchester. Showed him the back door an led six hundred souls in an uprising to try an cover his escape.” He shrugged. “That was my second escort. Sides, mom used unbreakable on me as a young man. An usually I spend my days giving sulphur breathers what for. I try an keep the older infernals, the kind John’s boys don’ deal with in check an whatever other evil thing tries to ruin humanity.”

“I really have been topside way too long...” he muttered, shaking his head, “Well, at least you are doing some good up here. Humans don’t know that you are a demon, or a host to a demon?” 

“A change of scenery, mostly. I needed to...get away. Clear my head,” Luci looked away, his drink in hand as he sipped it. He was still and quiet for some time.

“Yeah,” he followed him out. It wasn’t long before he knew he was in danger. He could see astra out of the corner of his eye. That meant that the sigil keeping the infernal at bay was starting to fade. “We need to get some place safe. And I mean infernal proof.”

“Don’t know about infernal proof, but I know of a place outside town. Locals seemed to have forgotten about it and don’t go near it.”

“Good.” The red sigil on his arm was cooling. The mark usually reflected brimstone but now it just looked like dried blood. “Look, I go infernal you have to keep me penned, kill me, don’t let me out till he wears himself out cause if he gets loose it’s gonna be bad.”

“Understood. This way,” he moved quickly to a dark convertible, “Hop in. Its a small bit of a drive,” he started up the car and waited for John to get comfortable before peeling out. The car thrummed and moved at absurd speeds out of town and into the countryside.

Constance nodded, not sparing any words. The air around him was cold with the ghost who was now visible. A pretty young woman was holding on to him, her hands trying to hold him together. She was in her mid twenties and her energy blended into him. Every bit of her energy was trying to hold Constance together, a battle she and Constance both knew they were losing.

The slits of his eyes revealed no more blue just swirling brimstone. He was still fighting using enochian wards and bindings to try and shore up the rapidly fading binding.

Luci set him down, picking up on the Enochian. He began to recite the phrases, hoping that would lend some weight and power to the bindings. It usually did in those rituals he had heard so much about.

“Too late.” The sigil on his arm faded to just old blood and the infernal binding snapping was nearly audible. He was standing now, the infernal coming off him like smoke off dry ice.

Luci backed away, feeling it vibrating deep in his being. It was...not a good feeling.

For a moment both Constance and the ghost stood there as if nothing had happened but the infernal began drawing in around him and in a matter of a few moments constance was barely recognizable. The cackle the evil creature let loose was pure evil and as it swirled around him constance fell to the floor the ghost clinging to him keeping his body alive as the infernal creature took off. Constance was not conscious and the infernal could look like him. But astra was the only thing keeping his body alive. She looked at the archangel. “The destroyer will kill as many as it can until you can stop it. I have to stay with him to keep the door open.”

“Quite understood,” he spread out his wings, taking off after the demonic creature. He could feel it, using its infernal signature to track it down.

“And where do you think you are going?” Lucifer landed in front of him, wings folding, “I didn’t give you permission to leave,” he adjusted the cuffs of his suit, eyeing the demon.

He grabbed him by the arm, “I didn’t say you could go,” his eyes glowed red once more, “You’re run already ended. Time to back home like a good little demon.”

The creature channeled it’s energy into a huge blast intended to send the angel flying. “You used to be so much fun luci. When did you become reformed?”

“I fell in love with a detective of the L.A.P.D. Sort of puts you on the straight and narrow,” he managed to pick himself up, dusting off his suit a bit, “Okay, sweetheart, you’re going to have to do a bit better than that to shake me,” he darted forward.

It laughed. The hellfire made him grow again causing the soul to be clear to see. “You and what army are taking me back?” It took a hundred souls to corral me last time.

He merely smiled, batting him back. He no longer wasted energy on speaking. No more bantering.

He batted the rock aside and grabbed the demon by the throat, “Now, I will be a benevolent king and give you one more chance.”

“You can’t kill me, the soul I’m bound to is stuck here. You can’t kill me.” He smiled twisting loose and rocketing off

He let out a deep roar before following. He roared out threats in the guttural language of the Lillum. Promises of fates worse than death.

“Even you can’t stop unbreakable.” The infernal taunted slamming to earth in a brimstone cloud that possessed any human it touched till he had an army.

He tried to backpedal, getting a hit of that brimstone cloud. Luci went back to the ground, coughing heavily

“Now, let’s see, where we’re we?” The army of souls lurched for the king of hell. The destroyer was practically giddy, he hadn’t had this much fun in ages. And of course he knew if he could get any of the possessed to kill their souls were damned. “Too Smokey for you?”

He had fought humans before, but never this many all at once. He managed to keep several at bay until they all converged, bearing him to the ground.

He struggled and fought, pushing several away. He would get up only to be borne back down to the ground. He knew that he was tiring. The humans couldn’t do more than tire him out. No threat of cuts or broken bones here, but he was still restricted to the rule of ‘No Killing Humans’.

“Oh how low we have come, the creature said leering down at him. Lookit this mate, the almighty king of hell stuck cause he can’t kill a human. They won’t eat, won’t sleep, just keep you down.”

“I’ve...broken a lot of rules...in my time. But this one...if I break....it, then...I’m no better...than a beast...” he huffed and struggled desperately. He sneezed as the brimstone got a bit strong again.

“It’s what we are luci, brimstone and ash. Evil and intent. When did you become so soft?” He stepped closer when he reached back to slam on Lucifer he once again left his weak spot open.

Luci’s hand snapped out and grasped at that weakened spot. He grabbed it and held on to it. “Gotcha.”

He bucked and screamed pulling back and attempting to pull the soul out of the devil’s grasp. The army of humans still tried to drag him down. The soul was pulsing the human struggling to overcome the infernal trying to drag him down. Muttering in enochian and English trying to strengthen the devil’s grip on it.

He got both hands on the soul, holding tight. He chanted in Enochian, helping the soul regain its body.

“Hey luv,” his eyes narrowed a little as he tried to read the man before him. The lighter came out of seeming nowhere and the little bit of brimstone in the air made him wary. He lit the smoke trying to decide how to respond.

“Ah,” he let out a puff of smoke, leaning casually against the wall, “So what brings such a charming fellow such as yourself to this...charming...town?”

“Trying to keep things to a dull roar.” Constance said putting the lighter away. “Yourself?” He took a long drag. “An tryin to get a decent meal. These wankers wouldn’t know a steak if it bit him.”

“Trying to clear my head,” he let out a long sigh. There were a thousand things left unsaid in that sigh. He tapped a bit of ash from his roll, looking thoughtful, “Fredricks makes a mean steak. And he does owe me a favor...”

“That expand to me too? Cause I don’ get a real meal soon I’m gonna be on some trouble Luv.” The sigil on his arm was throbbing, he was tired. So tired, and the infernal in this joker was starting to set his teeth on edge.

“I could extend it to you...then you would owe me a favor in turn,” he drew in the last of his roll and then tossed it, smiling, “Come on, then, before you pass out here on the street. I can almost here that stomach of yours calling out.”

“Luv, I ain’t sure I wanna be owin you,” he carefully picked up his bag with the whispered “toredzou” (come) and followed. The brimstone flecks in his eyes were starting to merge so that it was becoming a ring. The infernal tried to come to the surface and right now he was too ragged to stop it.

“Well meet, Constance...and Constance...I am Lucifer Morningstar,” he took a breath, calming himself, “What in Hell’s name are you doing on Earth? Do you not know the rules?”

“I ain’ ‘llowed downstairs. Not after I sprung the elder Winchester. Showed him the back door an led six hundred souls in an uprising to try an cover his escape.” He shrugged. “That was my second escort. Sides, mom used unbreakable on me as a young man. An usually I spend my days giving sulphur breathers what for. I try an keep the older infernals, the kind John’s boys don’ deal with in check an whatever other evil thing tries to ruin humanity.”

“I really have been topside way too long...” he muttered, shaking his head, “Well, at least you are doing some good up here. Humans don’t know that you are a demon, or a host to a demon?”