i.up jumped the devil and he staked his claim on me. ii. it lit me up and i burned from the inside out.iii.don’t have a lot left, just anger and something to prove. iv. ghost born in death town, blood kings and crowns, dancing in the ashes of the morn. v. never see the color of the day, in the darkness i kneel. vi. you’ve got to live with yourself, so baby don’t look back. vii. there’s a mean bone in my body, it’s connected to the problems that i won’t take for an answer. viii.we’re so afraid, i prayed and prayed before i learned to love the bomb. ix. from a tender age, i was cursed with rage, came swinging like a fist inside a battling cage.x. what if all the world you used to know is an elaborate dream? xi.i have good intentions, but no exit for them to come out right through, ‘cause i’m in the wrong body. xii.but i’m glad that i never passed the genes and i never put down the axe. xiii. burning black sheep boy, dark denim phantom, face full of flames, ears full of cheers that have fanned them.
AN: This is a follow-up on the story idea I posted awhile back. I got great feedback and a lot of people seemed to like it, so here it is. I just hope I did your expectations justice. Just please remember, this is where it all starts, and after this, I promise you chapters will be longer. Anyway, enjoy!
She had been in the Field for the longest time. She walked around, picked wildflowers and hummed to herself. The noise of the waterfall calmed her down, the sun shone on her fiery red hair.
Sometimes, she skipped around and sang merrily as though she were a fledgling again. Then there were times when she would sit on the craggy hills, thinking of the Four. As everything had started with them, so it would end. But that wasn’t a topic she would linger long on, since the only reason for her presence in the Field was for her peace of mind.
She would forget Them for eons. ‘Live in the moment,’ like Father had said.
“You will wake up when they see reason.” He had told her. “This will not be your eternity. I give you my word.”
She had trusted Him and had been trapped in a boundless cycle ever since. But He had promised, and she would hold Him to it. He wouldn’t leave her like this forever.
Time passed quickly in the Field. Occasionally, she would peek into her vessel’s life, curious to see who the Container was this time. Every time she did so, it was someone different. Her spirit wasn’t bound by gender or appearance, so seeing a male with raven hair one day and a female brunette the next wasn’t so surprising.
There weren’t many vessels who caught her attention. They were normal beyond normal, unremarkable beyond standard. She wasn’t one to complain, though. Father had made it so that They would have a harder time of finding her, if They even managed to catch a hint of her whereabouts.
“I like this not, Father. The Four will be lost without me.” She had said at first.
“And that is how They will learn their lesson. They will never appreciate your gift if They always have it at an arm’s reach.”
“Yes, Father, of course.” She had said. That’s what she always said.
The first signs of true awareness came when she was in the body of a young woman named Lillian di Angelo, who had hair not unlike her own. She wasn’t sure whether to appreciate the irony or groan in exasperation.
That day, she happened to be checking on her vessel, so when she managed to control Lillian’s body without being forcefully ejected back into the Field, it threw her off. Moving the twenty-year-old woman’s petite hand had been a novel feeling; stretching her limbs had been a sensation she had cherished.
It took approximately seven days to get over her disorientation and three straight weeks of meditation and sifting through Lillian’s memories to be able to get out in the human world. Adam and Eve’s descendants were undoubtedly strange, but she had centuries worth of human experience to pull off on (though she quickly discovered that human’s no longer lived in caves).
Lillian was a lonely person, she found out. The young girl was an introvert, the apparent laughingstock of her college campus. An art major, the girl preferred to keep her head down, pay attention, and do well. A harmful relationship in which she had refused to have sexual intercourse with her partner had resulted in the girl’s ruin, and video footage showed Lillian and her partner in what was apparently the deep throes of passion.
A slut, they called her. Lillian was shamed wherever she went, so it was no wonder she locked herself up for weeks on end, taking online classes instead of present ones.
When she took over Lillian’s body, it had been just before the girl gave up on everything she’d ever wanted.
“Please, take me,” she’d been begging. “I don’t know what life means anymore, it doesn’t matter!”
The knife had nearly reached the destination which had been her throat, but a timely arrival had prevented a needless death.
The first thing she did after acclimating to the human world, she packed bare necessities and fled the hellhole which had been Lillian’s home for the past two years. Extensive research led her to come to the conclusion that it was, indeed, Armageddon, and she hadn’t been awoken because They had finally seen reason. No, that wasn’t the reason at all. This was the final show, and Father wanted her to have a front-row seat.
What would happen? She had no clue. But for now, she decided, it was the high time people remembered who Hadraniel, the angel of love and fire was.
jensenackles: Road Trippin to New Orleans and of course this tune comes on the radio. Today marks one year since the series finale of Supernatural aired… seems like yesterday. #CarryOnMyWaywardSon #SpnFamily (x)
I WAS IN LUSH AND CARRY ON MY WAYWARD SON STARTED PLAYING AND I FLIPPED THE FUCK OUT BUT IT WAS LITERALLY ONLY ME FREAKING OUT AND MY FRIEND TRIED TO CALM ME DOWN BUT I JUST FELT LIKE CLIMBING THE TABLE AND SINGING A TRIBUTE TO THE WINCHESTERS
“The point is that they were here at all and you got to know them. When they’re gone, it will hurt, but that hurt will remind you of how much you loved them.”
