[BCM] Heaven and Hell

[A very, very late response to THIS. Ruby = ourslutty_yoda, Sam = notantichrist.]

He could sense the old magic—black magic. Magic that he hadn’t felt in such concentration in centuries, and it’s right after the thick sulfur cloud of the magic that he smells the blood. Not only black magic, but blood magic, and heavy magic at that. Someone was summoning something big, and they left behind such a mess for him to find.

He’d been tracking her for months now, following her scent over the back roads, and waiting for the opportune moment. He knew in the back of his mind that as soon as his job was completed, he was going back in the box again, but he also knew that he wasn’t going to be able to drag this out forever. But he would take his time with this one, savor the thrill of the chase and the power that he could now hold in his hands.

He moved over the blood and the mess, recognizing the symbols and positions, and knowing instantly what was being summoned. He couldn’t help but smile, wondering what kind of riddle the sphinx had given him. What kind of complicated phrases come to mind? How frustrated did he get with her when she didn’t tell him exactly what he wanted to hear?

How far was Sam Winchester really gone?

Not that those were things he should be thinking of at this particular moment in time—his focus was supposed to be Ruby—but he had to admit that the idea intrigued him. After all, such delicious clues were being left behind.

It was a little taste of how quickly his perception of the prey could change. And he could already see the bits of heavenly virtues, now drowning in the blood and magic of hell.

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[MS] "Talula" - Tori Amos

[Amy = firesfallnangel, Eve = mother_ofall. Follows THIS.]

don’t want to lose it // it must be worth losing // if it is worth something

“We had a deal.”

Caim stared Alloces down, seemingly unphased buy the very angry demon, standing covered in blood and gunpowder, and almost amused by the stack of bodies that had landed behind him. He’d come upon a caravan of hunters that were tracking down a vampire nest in upper Montana. Considering the circumstances of the past week, and the information he had just received, he wasn’t so pleased with hunters at the moment.

The vampires? Well, they were just canon fodder.

He felt the blood run between his fingers and off the edge of his hands as he watched the Caim survey the damage he had caused. All with his bare hands, bodies being torn to pieces and faces mangled so that they weren’t even recognizable anymore. Whatever law enforcement bureau that could have assigned to this case would probably have lost their lunch several times over before even imagining a way of solving this case. He clasped his hands behind his back before glancing back over his shoulder towards the direction of the demon who was clearly very angry.

“We did, Alloces, I assure you. But I don’t have any control over hunters and what they do.”

That answer wasn’t good enough. His prize had been taken from him, and he wanted it back. And if the council hadn’t put her on their radar in order to keep him in line, she wouldn’t have been stuck in that situation to begin with. She would have been safe in her own place, away from the hunters, and not vulnerable and alone. He had wanted her all in one piece, and now he was never going to get her. And that was only making him more angry. He needed to lay the blame somewhere, and Caim happened to be the nearest available target.

“You could have kept her safe.”

Caim turned at this point, placing a cigarette between his lips and lighting it. It took a long exhale before turning back to the demon in question. “I know you wand your revenge, Alloces, but this isn’t the way to go about it.”

“And how would you suggest I change that?” An eyebrow arched slightly, indicating that his emotion had changed from full on rage to curiosity, but Caim wasn’t gaining much ground. The simplest solution to the problem that had caused Avans’ death was to irradicate hunters completely. Which was what he was intending to do.

Caim, however, simply rolled his eyes and ashed his cigarette before moving closer to him. “You’re trying to fight the problem on the fringes of the flow. What you need to do is go to the source, and finish the assignment.”

Alloces eyes only narrowed at that, sensing some not-quite-truths in what the man was saying. There were inconsistencies. False promises. And he didn’t like it when what he was promised wasn’t going to come through for him. But he couldn’t find fault with the logic, and that, in and of itself, didn’t give him anything to challenge. His shoulders relaxed slightly, letting the tension release from them, before starting to smear the blood off his hands and onto his clothes.

“So I still need to kill Ruby.”

“Exactly,” Caim nodded. “And once you do, you’ll get everything that had been promised to you. I can guarantee you that.”

Alloces paused for a minute, before nodding slowly and moving away from the blood and broken bodies. “I’ll get back on the trail.”

“Thank you,” Caim said with a nod. “That’s all that we ask.”

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