01: I Wanna Hear the Uproar.

"Lux…? Come on Lux, I didn't go through all of this for nothing…"

She gasped, jackknifing up with wide, violet eyes. She coughed a few times, and looked to see Raziel there before her, grinning and relieved like mad. "Brilliant!" She clapped her hands together. "I was beginning to think I'd never find Luce's hiding spot for you." She handed Lux a water bottle that the ravenette gladly drank.

"How long has it been?"

Raziel's expression fell. "Almost four years, Lux…it's almost May 2014 now."

She nodded slowly, finishing off the water bottle and throwing it aside before jumping out of the casket. "What happened to everyone? For a while I could hear all of you, thinking about me, praying for me. Then it all just...went silent. Even Lucifer."

The angel took a breath, preparing to break all the news to Lux. "Lucifer has gone MIA since about a year after everything. And right now Dean Winchester bears the Mark of Cain and First Blade."

Lux's eyes widened slightly. Lucifer was gone and Dean was running around with the Mark of freakin' Cain? In her time with the archangel she had read about the Mark and First Blade. He must be turning into a monster, she mused, nodding slowly. "What else is crucial that's going on?"

"Well," Raziel drawled, really hating having to catch her up and think about all that's going wrong. "There's this group of witch hating people who call themselves 'Travelers' running amok, a mass army of mirakuru souped up dirtbags working for this royal dirtbag, the League of Assassins has come out of hiding-"

Lux interrupted her, interest peaked. "League of Assassins?"

Oh no, the angel groaned. Now she's going to make me take her to Nanda Parbat. "You wish to train, don't you?"

"And quickly. I don't have much time."

"For what?"

"Well clearly the whole world is falling apart. Aside from still wanting to gut those assholes who ran me off the road four years ago, I've got a bone to pick with Lucifer and have to rip the Mark of Cain off of Dean Winchester before it's too late."

"Too late for what? You're hardly making any sense, Lux."

"If Dean is killed with that Mark on him, he will turn into something worse than Cain himself. And he will come for me with that kind of hatred."

"How can you be so sure?"

"Stuffed in a box for years or not, I'm just sure. And I wouldn't have been stuffed in that box if it wasn't for fucking Lucifer." She snarled. "I'm going to wipe the Winchesters and Satan himself off the fucking map and out of the game. But I have little time if I wish to do that."

Raziel sighed. "Alright. You're absolutely insane but...but I know where you can go to train and fast. It's called Nanda Parbat. The League will train you quickly and train you to kill." She stepped forward and put her hands on Lux's shoulders. "Just please don't lose yourself in this journey, Lux. They will give you a new identity, but you must use it as an alias and not let Lux die. Lux is the one who wants to do this. Whoever they might try to turn you into will just be your other half. Not you. Promise me, Lux."

She nodded. "I promise, Raziel. Take me to Nanda Parbat."

[One Month Later]

Black, heeled boots clacked against pavement. A dark hood covered her head, tufts of black peeking out of the sides. She heard a commotion, and quickly took cover. Dean, she thought, watching him fight with the First Blade. He was getting beaten and badly. I can't let him die, not tonight, not with the Mark… She moved to jump in when her left hip began to burn so badly it dropped her to one knee just as Metatron's angel blade went through Dean's chest. Her eyes widened and teeth grit. Sam came running over and the burning subsided, Dean's life already fading. She shook her head; she missed her chance because he was still toying with her.

She dropped to one knee, clutching her left hip in searing pain. Ra's al Ghul looked at her curiously; she was just fighting so well. He hadn't even touched her. "What's the matter, child?"

She grit her teeth and showed him the mark that scorched and burned her skin. "It's his sigil. The son of a bitch knows I'm out of my box."

Ra's offered her his hand and helped her stand. "Let him know. Let him come for you. By the time he does, he will stand no chance, Abadia."

"You guys gave me that name when I first came here, what does it even mean?"

"It is Arabic. For eternity." He smirked.

She snarled and took off in the other direction, eyes blazing. She needed to kill. She could feel it. 'Use it to your advantage' Ra's words echoed in her mind. She had told him before that she didn't want to kill innocent people, only those who deserved it. And there were plenty of people who deserved it. In the alley she walked through, two men were trying to mug a young girl. She smirked.

Hope you're watching, dick.

"I suggest you back the fuck off," she spoke to the assailants in a dark tone.

The two men laughed. "What are you gonna do about it, kid?"

She looked to the girl with dangerous eyes and unsheathed the blade off her back. "Run." The girl did as was said and booked it away from the three. She spun the large sword around with one hand.

"You think you're scary?" One of the men spoke with a slight hint of fear in his voice.

"I had sex with the devil, got cased in a casket for about four years, and trained with assassins. You two peons are just because I'm bored, really pissed off, and need to spray some blood." She waved them on, telling them to come for her.

Sam desperately tried to keep his brother alive, punching the brick wall when Dean gave his last breath. He heard screaming coming from a nearby alley but ignored it, focusing on Dean. Until the screaming got so bad and whoever was screaming sounded like they were choking on blood. Castiel appeared and he drew his gun. "Take Dean back to the bunker. I need to check on something quick."

He darted off to the alley, gun at the ready, but not mentally prepared for what he saw. There were two men, or what was left of them anyways. They were both mutilated horribly, their blood splattered on the brick walls and ground. He cautiously went closer, realizing that they were both only recently killed. Through all of the mutilation, there was one sole spot on each of their chests kept safe from being gutted, marked with the Celtic Eternity Knot. He sighed and caught sight of something in their hands. Bending down to check, the each clasped a black feather in their hands.

"Lux…?" He wondered aloud, looking to the sky.