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thewriterwithnoplan · 5 years

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The Huntress From Hell (Part 10)

Summary: Luci Samael Morningstar daughter of Lucifer and the angel Azrael . Marked as the heiress of hell, Luci might be in a smidge of trouble when she falls into an alternate universe. Here demons run rampant and angels aren’t so high and mighty. With monsters lurking around every corner she needs to turn tail and get the hell out of there. If only. Pairing: Supernatural x OC x Lucifer (Fox) Word Count: 1131 Warnings: None.

It had been months since Sam or Dean had contact with Luci. They hadn't been surprised though after what had happened. Not that they were sure what happened. Castiel had merely told them that Uriel was gone and he'd left Luci to return the body to heaven. The boys had gone back to the warehouse in search of her, only to find a burnt out husk that had to have been Alastair.

Luci wasn't one to turn tail and run but she was by no means stupid. If Alastair was indeed a reliable source then Lucifer was not one to be messed with. Being his daughter from another universe gave her some form of immunity. Lucifer wasn't a problem to Luci personally. Her real problem was ensuring the Winchesters didn't get killed or try to kill Luci for her being the Heiress of hell.

So she'd decided that simply disappearing was her best option. Making allies wherever the hell she could. Readying for the on coming apocalypse. If the heavenly host decided that Luci was as much a threat as Lucifer was then she feared they'd go for the Winchesters to get to her. And if this universes Lucifer decided that Luci was no daughter of his then the same could ensue.

The Huntress had cast aside the Winchesters and the life if only for the moment. Until the world stopped needing the heiress of hell. Luci had traveled the country to track down any demon that'd made it topside. She was slowly amassing herself a small army of humans and demons who owed her countless favours.

Different state, town and city each day. She was sure no one could have followed her. For a month she was left alone to her favours. Until of course some demon had to ruin her streak. And by some demon she meant a hoard of them. They'd knocked her out after losing half their party. Dragged her kicking and screaming to a lavish mansion and thrown her to the feet of a suited demon upon an ornate throne.

"Well, well, well," The man chuckled, swirling his crystal glass of scotch. "If it isn't the underdog who's been ruining my business."

Luci stood, blood dripping from her split lip and gleaming in her hair from where she'd collided with a wall. The lead demon chuckled at her boldness as she had taken out Nightbane and whirled upon the demon that had knocked her out. Then she'd stepped out of the devils trap painted on the floor and spat at the lead demons polished shoes.

"I assume we haven't met?" He held up a second glass of alcohol, which despite herself she'd taken because her grandfather knew it'd been a while since she'd had decent scotch. "I'm Crowley, King of hell."

And then she'd spat the scotch onto his shoes. She grinned like an idiot, "Yeah no. I'm not saying squat to a fraud. Bring me Lucifer or at least his next of kin."

"Hate to break it to you sweet heart," Crowley growled. "But Lucifer us currently in the cage and has no next of kin. I assure you, I'm his successor."

Luci had preceded to choke on her scotch, then on air and her own tongue for good measure. No next of kin. Alastair had certainly forgotten a thing or two. What the hell was wrong with this universe? There were vampires, werewolves, twisted demons, dick Angels and every other manner of creature. What this universe didn't have was an Heiress. There was no Luci of this universe.

Holy hell. Luci couldn't fathom what Lucifer, her father, had turned into. She'd invented demons. No wonder these ones were different. How had she not noticed that this world was not just different because there were creatures of the dark but she- Here she didn't exist. No wonder hell was so warped, not just a place of the damned but full of things that wanted souls there. Holy hell. So Luci had spilt her guts, told the king of hell who she was.

"Luci Samael Morningstar, Heiress of hell." She inclined her head to Crowley. "Daughter of Lucifer himself- In another universe of course."

"As pretty as you are darling," The king swirled the liquid in his glass before downing it all. "I'm going to need some proof for obvious reasons."

Expecting nothing less Luci unbuttoned the top of her shirt. It looked simply like a tattoo to anyone who didn't understand celestial customs. A five pointed star in the centre of a circle - a pentagram - with enochian runes etched around it. An insigne as the heavenly host called it though they were rare.

"Bearer of a heart with wings and horns," Crowley translated with an impressed look. "It's a powerful mark. I assume you're from the Beta universe?"

Pushing her shirt back up Luci furrowed at the word, "The what now?"

"You know," He waved his hands about. "The universe before this one. The test run before god decided he wanted to throw in monsters- You never wondered where god went when he disappeared? He's visiting this universe."

"Huh," Luci chewed on the inside of her cheek stowing the information for later. "And you'd know this how?"

"I'm the king of hell, it was in the handbook!" He scoffed. "There's one rule God made to hell, we have to play a recording in all of the cells. Whispers of the light, the demons call it."

Another gem of information, Luci realised. God had created another universe where she wasn't even created but he by no means had forgotten her. Whispers of the light. She was willing to bet her soul that it meant her. Good. She thought. Good that this universe hadn't been allowed to corrupt itself completely. Good that god had ensured the damned souls in the pit had some hope.

She by no means liked the idea of her grandfather hopping between universes, having disposable children. Luci was angered that he'd created this place where evil thrived, where she didn't even exist. But she was interested and curious too. A universe where everything was different, what was right is wrong and wrong was right. It was different. And for a being who'd spent millennia in the same world- Different was good.

So Luci stood before the king of hell and gave a deadly grin, "You have no right to the throne of hell-"

"You-" Crowley began to interrupt before she waved her hand in a silencing motion.

"That's why you need some like me to back you," Crowley blinked then gave a delighted grin to match the heiress'. "In return for a favour of course."

There was a pause, a heartbeat, a moment, a minute-

"I like you. We've got ourselves a deal."

#huntress #Lucifer Morningstar #Sam Winchester #dean winchester #castiel #demon #crowely #uriel

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syphiria · 7 years

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Makai Ouji Pillar 91 Translation

Sorry for the slight delay.

Thank you, imey-chan, for the RAW.

1 [Michael and Metatron, their fate…] Met: Say, why are you such a die-hard? Mich: …… Met: But I’m glad It makes me think of the past Of the time when you were the brilliant existence close to that of God

2 (“Let us make a vow between you and me”) (We shall swear together To place a curse on one another)

3 Mich: That curse was fulfilled Met: ……Are you seriously saying that? SFX shock (haa) No wonder I can’t win Even though only the same thing has been said for a thousand years-! SFX raise SFX boom Sandalphon!

4 Mich: ‘Merkavah’ (N/ Hebrew; ref. the throne-chariot of God) What becomes your arms and legs The blessing that I bestowed Met: It’s a curse This time it shall be placed on you Like how I left this world in the past! SFX CHARGE

5 D: Haa… You’re crazy… G: Doesn’t that apply to both of us? D: Are you okay with dying in a place like this…?

6 G: Life and adherence are two sides of the same coin …hm? D: I have no intention of becoming your adhesion G: That’s harsh D: Why isn’t he coming out?

7 …Lucifer He could at least come out to perform the last rites himself G: I guess having three kin members kill each other is like collective suicide (When was it that Lucifer stopped appearing in front of people…?)

8 G: Dantalion! D: ! (Will this result in death? Mine or yours? Or both of us-}

9 SFX BOOM D: !?

10 SFX emerge W: The greater ‘key’ O shadows of Oriax and Zaleos Stop as if you have been sewn together!!

11 (Is that… Solomon?)

12 (No, it isn’t!!) SFX step W: What are you doing You look quite beaten up for a Great Duke of Hell D: Why would you come to such a place-

13 SFX ruffle ruffle D: SFX drop W: (SFX smile) D: William…

14 W: Now then So you’re the root of all evil Lucifer (The fallen child of dawn The Morningstar that was amongst the Heavens now lies crashed upon the ground The ruler of the barren lands of Hell with darkness as its light-)

15 L: Aahh… I have always been waiting here Solomon-

16 W: The bearer of three evil faces Hiding within the thousand-year kingdom riddled with lakes of fire and sulphur So this is your so-called thousand-year kingdom? Lucifer That seems rather lousy given the circumstances Where’s your confidant, the Red Snake, gone?

17 G: Red Snake Court Chancellor Samael S: (William shouldn’t know about the circumstances of Hell’s Court) (Has he truly obtained Solomon’s memories?) W: I would never have thought that the famous person of the Bible that I had to read many times for exams is an old man who’s a hermit Since when have you been shut-in? D: !

18 W: Ever since you created the thousand-year kingdom Aren’t you supposed to be the beast in the Apocalypse of John (N/ Book of Revelation) The Bible says that the thousand-year kingdom is a peaceful land above ground that you obtained through connecting Hell SFX kick That’s wrong It’s here

19 You created a giant door and locked it to be unobtainable by God’s Will Anyone can open that door as long as they use the key By wisdom K: ! Solomon was the first one to break that door! [Despite being human, he was loved by God, and made 72 demons obey and bound them to pillars] [‘The one who holds the key of David, who opens and no one will shut, who shuts and no one opens. Then said]

20 [I know your works. Behold, I have set before you an open door, which no one is able to shut] (N/ Revelation 3:7-8) D: ‘Wisdom’ is the key? Solomon’s great and little key W: Purposefully not acting yourself Using a confusing method dubbed the Substitute King to throw Hell into chaos Manipulating Dantalion, Sitri, and Camio And the ‘Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse’

21 Arthur Christian is the Black Rider He throws the monetary economy into chaos by manipulating resources Uncle Barton is the Pale Rider who carries plague And Mathers also seems to be one of the Horsemen The sword is probably what he holds In other words, war (N/ i.e. the Red Rider) Where has the remaining one gone? A: !?

22 W: The ‘White Rider’ of the Apocalypse According to Mathers, apparently even God cannot interfere with the Horsemen of the Apocalypse Apparently that is because they are just an existence to silently regulate the power balance of this world However, looking at Barton They each have their own personalities

23 And desires and ambitions D: Are you saying- (I watched when the Lamb opened one of the seven seals, and I heard one of the four living creatures say with a voice like thunder, “Come!”) (And I looked, and behold, a white horse!) (And its rider had a bow, and a crown was given to him)

24 (and he came out conquering, and to conquer) (N/ Revelation 6:1-2) W: Emperor Lucifer You are the White Rider? [Lucifer is one of the Four Horsemen!? Is that the truth?]

#makai ouji #makai ouji: devils and realist #devils and realist #pillar 91 #translations #魔界王子

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thewriterwithnoplan · 5 years

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The Huntress From Hell (Part 9)

“What is it you desire?”

Alastair froze, wriggled around and then withered. He bit his lip, blood pouring down his chin. A minute passed. Another. And another. When five minutes passed, Luci huffed taking a handful of salt and jamming it into his lips. Try keeping it shut now dumbass.

"I-I..."

"Come on, you know you want to tell me. Come on I can keep a secret."

"I want to be king of hell."

Luci gave a delighted grin. King of hell? Impossible and they both knew it. But the soul - no matter how twisted - wanted what it wanted. Or was that the heart? She never could remember those stupid human sayings.

"Well how are you supposed to do that with the angels on your ass?" Luci lent forward. "How about we strike a deal? You tell me who's killing the angels and I can turn a blind eye. You can go off in pursuit of your dream."

He stared blankly even as his lips formed the mesmerised words, "It's not a demon. We have no idea who it is."

Luci snorted, turning to leave the room. Castiel stood watching her through the doorway. Sending a quiet thank you, toward the demon. She may like her own universes type of demon better but she understood that they were kin. Pushing past the trench coat wearing angel and into the other room she perched onto the edge of the table.

"Demons were not involved," Was all she said, pulling a handkerchief from her pocket and scraping the dried blood from her face and hands. "Can I go now?"

"No, you're wrong." Castiel rumbled, "You didn't even pick up a weapon, he lied to you."

"People cannot lie to me, not unless they were made by god for a reason." She concentrated on the blood, picking at the flakes. "Take Uriel, he would tell me the truth because he is just a messenger of god. Sam and Dean's parents were matched, they were forced into existence, as I see it. Made for gods purpose and so they could just as easily lie to you as to me."

"What are you?"

A silver blade slid from his coat. The twin to those Tarlen and Yaras had carried. For a brief moment she was back in that warehouse, staring down a pair of angels. Uriel wandered through the doorway, taking up a defensive position at the sight of the blade. Taking a step toward the harsher of the two angels she grinned. Angling herself so his blade touched the centre of her chest. An almost feral smirk curled the corners of her lips. Twisting her face.

"Who are you?" Castiel once again asked.

"Here, I am simply Luci the Huntress." She turned slightly, the blade chilling her skin. "In my own universe-"

"You're why Yaras and Tarlen never returned," Uriel pressed hard enough to slice through the thin fabric of her shirt.

"They went after me and mine," She hissed. "There is nothing I have if not family. So you angels need to leave us well enough alone. That now means the Winchesters."

The blade pressed harder. She was reminded of when times were simpler. When her father was only just becoming a consultant for the LAPD. When she first met Chloe Decker and Trixie. Long, long ago. And she realised that for the first time in millennia she regretted something. Setting down roots here had been her greatest pitfall. For she would have to chose, the Winchesters or the Deckstars - as they were called at the station.

But Luci was not just some creature for these angels to pen. No, Luci was the creature. She was the flame of heaven and the light of hell. She was a light bringer and Morningstar. She was a Decker, a Winchester. She was Luci Samuel Morningstar and she had a heart with wings and horns. She was part devil, part angel, part demon, part god.

"I am a flame," She whispered to herself. "And I will not go out."

The angels stared, as they should. For she was all things good and evil. She was heaven and hell, a holy sin. She was the holy flame and there was no one like her, not in heaven or hell, not on earth, not in this universe or any other. Fire. Fire. Fire.

Angels were sculpted from marble in the silver city, demons forged in the bowels of hell, humans hewn from stone. She had done all of those. She had been created in heaven and burnt deep in hells pits, then despite all that she'd stood again and carved a new place for herself in the world. Flame of heaven, Light of hell and Huntress of earth.

"Do it," She whispered. "Kill me, here and now. I don't know where I'll go, but I'll be back because heaven could not tame me and hell could not contain me. Just know that when I come back it will not be to help. I did not come here to do a favour, I came to pay a debt and I did. Come for me or mine again and you will not find I am merciful."

"Yours?" Uriel snarled. "Last I checked it was Castiel who's hand print marked the eldest Winchester."

"Unto each soul thy claims, thee shall place a mark. Three lines of the holy language, one for love, one for repent, the last a warning unto thy enemies." Luci breathed. "Hic amor, Vellem, Non enim potest conteram illud. [I'm sorry for this love I wanted; For it can do not but destroy]."

The metal doors crashed open. Sam and Dean took in the scene, growing angrier by the second. The angels had the nerve to demand the eldest help, to take their adopted family member and then put her at blade point? Dean clenched his fist around Ruby's demon blade. The only thing separating him from the angels was Sam's arm as he held his brother back.

The room stayed silent, a quiet showdown as they stared each other down. The Winchesters glaring at the two soldiers of god, who returned the hard look. Though half-heartedly on Castiel's behalf. The huntress standing awkwardly between the two blades. The confidence drained from her as the boys continued to stare.

Easily. Luci could smite these two celestial disgraces easily. But with the boys here? She wasn't so sure they could hold their own against angels. Especially with a toothpick like Ruby's blade. And she didn't want the brothers anywhere near Uriel. Because if he'd done those terrible things in her universe then here-

"Holy hell," Luci breathed. "Uriel. Uriel, look at me! What do you desire more then anything in the world?"

"To raise our brother, Lucifer." The angel whispered, in a trance. He turned to Castle, still glossy eyed and continued, "You do remember him? How strong he was? How beautiful? And he didn't bow to humanity. He was punished for defending us. Now, if you want to believe in something, Cas, believe in him."

"You were behind the killings?" Cas lunged at the other angel. "Were you gonna kill the whole garrison?"

Uriel grinned, not a Morningstar smirk, not the type that could draw someone in. No, this smile was the type you ran from, the type you shielded your loved ones from. And that's exactly what Luci did. As the crazed celestial punched Castiel into the wall, Luci went for the Winchesters.

There were no two words in any universe that Luci hated more than; Too late. But those were the only two that she could think in that moment. The moment Uriel ripped a support beam from the roof and it came crumbling down. Luci launched herself and managed only to tackle Sam.

The pair gaped at each other for a moment before scrambling up and throwing rubble around. Looking, looking, looking for the eldest Winchester. Until- A hand. Sam grabbed it as Luci pushed the metal and stone from Dean's form. So quickly that none in the room realised that the Huntress was lifting things far too heavy for average humans.

"Go," Sam grunted to the girl as he hefted his brother over his shoulder. "Stop them from doing something worse."

Luci clambered over the collapsed ceiling. Pausing for a moment to gape at the angels grappling at each other. Uriel gained the upper hand, rolling his brother onto his back and slamming his fist into Castiel's face. Once. Twice. Thrice. His back turned to her. Luci approached until she could hear Uriel's harsh growls.

"There is no will-" Punch. "No wrath-" Punch. "No God."

Luci drew Nightbane. She clenched her fist around the hilt of the blade until her knuckles where white. The huntress drew her breath in slowly and held the blade against the angels back. Uriel rose up again, fist ready to hit the trench coat wearing angel below. Luci found herself with tears in the corners of her eyes as she too drew back. Azrael's blade slid through, Uriel's back for the second time at the hands of Luci Morningstar.

"I didn't see that coming," The man whispered as he fell to the ground, eyes ablaze. A sob tore from Luci's throat, the tears escaping as she fell to her knees beside him. Azrael's blade, still coated in blood clattered to the floor.

"I'm sorry."

Castiel stood behind her. The pair watched as two wings etched themselves into the warehouse floor. Luci wondered if they'd wash away with time or if this place was eternally marked with her deed. She wondered if it'd become easier with time, to kill even those who did wrong.

She looked at her hands, stained in blood. "What have I done?"

"You did many angels a great service today," Castiel assured weakly.

Luci looked up at him through glassy eyes. Standing she took Nightbane and stalked into the room where Alastair still hung from the mangled metal frame. She watched over her shoulder as Castiel picked Uriel up and disappeared. Alastair looked at her curiously, gritting out a few questions and an endless flow of insults. Staring blankly at the demon Luci reached for the holy water, drenching him in it.

"Now you're going to tell me everything you know about Lucifer."

#Sam Winchester #dean winchester #castiel #uriel #alistair #demon #angel #lucifer #morningstar

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