#foreverfallen

Full of beautiful red roses.

Hazel green eyes looked around in awe and WONDER, a soft expression crossing the younger Winchester's features. Then he looked down and found himself suddenly was dressed in a beautiful dark green toga that matched the color of his eyes, with gorgeous emerald jewelry to match. What the HELL was going on here? He smiles, PLUCKING one of the beautiful roses and eyeing it. When he looks up he notices a very beautiful blonde boy looking at him, dressed similarly in white and red.

He suddenly feels his heart HAMMERING.

Death stood, tending to one of her favorite horses. A hobby she seemed to take up on upon her earthly descent. These days she is careful to who she let in her as she puts it a slice of her own heaven. It didn’t mean just anyone couldn’t find it, no.. There was a shift in balance. She could feel it. And the horses knew that too. The black beauty that she tended to tenses. A loud neigh escaping the gentle beast. 

A hand presses along it’s ribs to calm it’s fears before popping out of the gate herself. Her eyes shift around to see whom has entered. The sword of Hell was ready. Always. She relaxes her shoulders. But that doesn’t mean her defenses were down. 

Her heart beats rampantly within her chest, fear coursing throughout her entire body. Flames ignite, burning around her. The smell of smoke lingers in the air. The world was falling apart around them all, the entire human race, but a majority were completely oblivious - aside from the outright, zealous believers in the end of days dogma. Hunters abound, trying to do what they could to control the damage.

All the while, the Jacksonville Lab Escapee was making quite a spectacle of herself. In her time away from the lab, she had come to discover that her power only increased as time went on, and no matter how valiantly she tried to contain it, suppress it, it would find itself exploding from her in times of emotional turmoil.

Boot clad feet carry her running from the burning building as hunters and their soon to be corpses began to melt from their bones. This was getting serious, perhaps too serious for her to handle? A brief thought of returning to the lab crossed her mind, but immediately was halted. No. She could not go back there. She could never go back. And so, she ran, would continue to run, until she could not possibly take another step.

Panting heavily, her hands found themselves placed strategically on her knees. She grasps them with a vehement vigor that she could not describe in a manner to try and keep her from falling over. Audible breaths fill the otherwise silent space of the clearing. And then, she suddenly feels as though she is no longer alone. The presence near was incredible, the energy emanating from it powerful. So powerful in fact, that she was almost terrified. Terrified enough to run.

But something stills her, despite the unnerving urge to flee, to get away just as fast as she could. Slowly, she allows her trembling hands to push her up from her position. As she stands up straight, she gazes upon Lucifer --- jaw hanging open as she sees him. While she had seen too much to not believe in the supernatural, had done too much herself, this took things to a whole other level. Sure, she was not certain of what exactly he was, or who he was, but she had never been around such a powerful essence before. Slowly, she steps back from him.

Another step is taken, And another, And another,

But she does not leave. No matter how much her fear tells her to.

There is a great deal of purring as Lilith wraps him in her arms. “My darling” she says in the old words “my dearest my love. Heavy is your heart. Why do you hurt?” Incarnation that is accepting of her role in hell and her place at Lucifer’s side. Facet that is almost maternal in regards to demons and the like.