Mercy's Keeper

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“It’s hell, Gail. I’m sure it’s plenty bad if y’know where t’look.” He rubbed his face and tugged on his hair a little in agitation. “I couldn’t give a shite about yer new title, s’long as y’don’t let it get t’yer head. The only thing I’m mad about is if this is all we’re gonna do. Sit here every bleedin’ day and wait for the end o’ the world t’happen. It’s drivin’ me nuts.”

“It’s hell, Gail. I’m sure it’s plenty bad if y’know where t’look.” He rubbed his face and tugged on his hair a little in agitation. “I couldn’t give a shite about yer new title, s’long as y’don’t let it get t’yer head. The only thing I’m mad about is if this is all we’re gonna do. Sit here every bleedin’ day and wait for the end o’ the world t’happen. It’s drivin’ me nuts.”

 Aedan passed only a few demons on his stroll through hell - a thought which was still somewhat surreal to him - though the demons he did pass he shot a look or two at. He was getting better at calming his anger around them, but still took some satisfaction in the knowledge that with his grace gem around his neck he could not be touched. As much as he’d like to fight them. After a long walk of cooling his head, he finally made his way back to the room he shared with Gail, only to find the boy sat on the bed with a fat black creature at his feet, which Aedan could only guess was a hellhound. He stopped in the doorway and stared before simply saying, “Well. Y’work fast.”

“What makes y’say that?” he murmurs from his position at the table, feeling Gail wrap his arms around him and rest his head on his shoulder. He sighs and puts his book down, letting his hands run over Gail’s arms. “I s’pose– I just feel like he’s always on me back. Our backs. Sayin’ shite t’me that’s absolutely none o’ his feckin’ business.”

 “Yes he has, but I can get us in. I have my Grandfather’s second device. It can only be unwarded with it.” Gail explained, patting something under his collar with a faint smile before looking back up at Crowley. He watched the Demon King with a slight uncomfortable stance. What was with guys with British accents making him unereved? For goodness sake his Father was British….

 And then all the sounds. Gail didn’t move. Didn’t say anything. Just stood there, pale and fisting his hands at his sides. Those god awful sounds would disturb him long after all this was over. Those screams, that sorrow. It would make even Angels weak at the knees to hear. Even after Crowley spoke the Hybrid said nothing. It wasn’t but a few minutes later did he find his composure enough to say anything at all. “H-Horrible.” Gail whispered quietly. “…Which is why I won’t be joining my Father.” The brunette looked away, ignoring the turmoil in his heart now. “I will bring you to dad. Make sure he’s safe…but I’m staying topside. I-I don’t care what happens to me. Dad is the priority anyways. Besides with Gramps Grace, I should be able to distract that monster thing while you two get the hell out of there. I won’t take part in this place. Not ever. I don’t care if these souls deserve it…I just can’t stand it. No offence.”

“I prefer to be able to get in on my own, makes getting out a guarentee too.” He commented as he sipped his whiskey quite happily. “You having one of two devices suggests that if I want to leave, it will have to be on agreeable terms, rendering whatever my answer might be powerless.” And the King did not like to be powerless, not after the Winchesters, not after Sam tried to turn him human, not after they trapped him in a dark room on his own for months. He noticed the uncomfortable stance but made no move to make fun of it, but he was thinking of using it to his advantage.

“…C’mere t’me, Gail.”

“…C’mere t’me, Gail.”

“…C’mere t’me, Gail.”

 The King gave a small nod, not confirmation of agreement, more confirmation that he heard. “And has he warded his catacombs?” He asked, brow raised at the boy. “It would be the first thing I would do if I knew there was a soul eating monster coming after me.” He gave a smirk and ended up chuckling.

“You see, I am at odds.” He spread his arms wide to encourage Gail to look at him. “I have an agreement with your father not to harm any vampires or allow my kind to cause similar damage. And you’re right, Hell has a wealth of souls beyond your comprehension.” The demon lifted the muffling wards that he had set in his office, allowing the chorus of generations of souls being tortured to seep in around them, there were the loud huffs and groans of those stuck in the queue and the panicked calls of those in the cells in the third circle not to mention the almost unhuman noises (though faint) coming from the lower six circles that the King did not discuss with outsiders. Just a brief moment where he relished in the sounds and went to pour himself a glass of whiskey before replacing the wards with a wave of his hand.

“How do you feel after hearing those sounds?” He asked him as he took a sip, eyes raking over him.

 “Yes he has, but I can get us in. I have my Grandfather’s second device. It can only be unwarded with it.” Gail explained, patting something under his collar with a faint smile before looking back up at Crowley. He watched the Demon King with a slight uncomfortable stance. What was with guys with British accents making him unereved? For goodness sake his Father was British....

 “He says he’s willing to give you the only known spell that can protect a pocket realm from being found by the Darkness!” Gail said quickly as Crowley passed. “Without it sooner or later no matter what, the Darkness will still come for this place. It’s the only known spell to ward an entire realm from the Darkness, created by the Archangels themselves to protect Heaven from the ever assumed attack from the Darkness.” The brunette explained. “His source was from an Archangel itself. My Grandfather and his Father-In-Law Zadkiel the Archangel of Forgiveness.”

 “Sander told me not to tell you this unless no other means worked.” The boy pleaded. “If you let him stay here you have a chance of protecting your realm from this thing. Cause even you can’t stop this.” He said firmly. “Without the spell this place is a ticking time bomb. It eats souls man, and even though tainted you hold a whole lot here. It will come.” Gail advised. “But my dad has the only means of keeping it as protected as Heaven. Your choice.”

He raised his brow, turned and leaned towards him slightly, his jaw shifting in consideration as his mind was ticking and working things out. “It serves as some interest that your father is the only being that has this information with him.” Accusation and with no attempt to hide it either.

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