Please read the note:
This is the first chapter of the story I am writing and also my first try at SPN fanfiction. I hope you like it.
Many things will be lore breaking, the story will sometimes follow series and sometimes it won't.
This is a story that won't have a natural flow, with a time skipping back and forth, but it is still the same storyline, I hope I explained it correctly xD I did this because it is easier from me to write it that way, hope you will like it.
My OC will appear in different vessels throughout the story, because of mentioned time skips, but Crowley will look about the same, sorry I can't separate his character from Mark, my mind refuses to do so. I did try. But no. The problem I am sure many of us have.
Also part of the series I didn't feel the need to write are skipped. I really don't want to turn this into retelling the episodes.
This is for all of you who miss Crowley...
I really hope you like it, comments would be nice.
ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE SO I APOLOGIZE FOR ALL GRAMMAR OR SPELLING ERRORS I DID TRY MY BEST.
I will do my best to regularly update, once a week, I am about 4 chapt ahead so that should work for now...
Enough from me, enjoy it and let me know what you think and thank you for reading this...
LongLiveTheKing
As the sun was coming out, caressing away the night, illuminating the shapes of the world, forgotten under the veil of darkness. She was leaning on the porch railing, staring down at the warm mug of camomile tea, sitting in between her long fingers, as few bees flew just above the rim, dancing around the steaming heat that was emanating from it.
"It is early to be up and around princess…" A strong male voice came from behind her.
But it didn't startle her, she felt him the moment he came downstairs and into the kitchen, intending to make his own morning cup before her hunched form outside drew his attention.
"We don't require sleep, Cain, so it is never too early or too late for us… and besides, I always loved the dawn."
"That's rather romantic for a demon."
The man grinned, moving to stand beside her, mimicking her posture.
"You know I was always one for romance, love, butterflies and strange babies in diapers with wings shooting arrows… "
"I know, that's what Collete loved the most about you."
She flinched; he brought up his wife's name on rear occasions and practically never spoke of her unless there was a strong point he was struggling to make.
Last time he did that, was the night she appeared on his doorstep, a few years back, searching for a shelter and a friend, she didn't want to talk about what happened and from whom and why she is on the run, but after a few hours of prodding and him mentioning how his wife used to console her giving her woman on woman advice, he assured her that opening up will only do her good, so she spoke. She spoke for hours, and it did nothing for her but made her feel worse about the choice she made. And he, he listened, nodding here and there, asking a few questions, not paying attention as the amplitude of her voice jumped up and down, from yelling sound, to growl and sometimes to almost a whisper.
When she spoke her peace, if peace was, what came out of her mouth, he stood up, with his back facing her.
"Sometimes to protect someone you need to hurt them and let them go, a lesson I wish I learned much sooner than I did. You did good, kid, I am proud of you. The room upstairs, last one on the right, take it and stay as long as you want."
His words didn't come as a comfort, but he was never a man to comfort anyone, he was the literal opposite if any demon asked, but not her, to her, he was her protector, her brother, the only friend she ever had.
The bee buzzing around her ear dragged her back to the present hour and away from those memories, it was merely a few years ago, and yet, it felt like another lifetime. As a demon, and one of the oldest ones, she learned to separate her existence in lifetimes, some were measured in millennia, some in butterfly years, and some in seconds. But all of them had one thing in common, the sweetest ones were the shortest and the most bitter ones were the longest. And the last few years were the bitter ones, ones that came after the sugar that was her life for three hundred years before that.
"Dawn is nice," she continued her trail of thoughts, " sun, it chases away the dark, brings life, warmth, shows all the beauty this world has, beauty that was forgotten with all those hours it was hidden away under the veil of darkness. And first few minutes are the most beautiful ones, when you marvel at its perfection, thinking, how could you have let yourself not remember that the grass is green and sky blue. How could memories of such beauty fall into oblivion, within only a few hours? And so you prepare yourself for the day to come, happy, you dance around, smile, listen to music, watch the bees as they fly around from one flower to another, listen to people talk. laugh, smell the air after freshly cut grass, you get lost in all those marvels not remember why you were sad when Sun came out in the first place, slowly you forget about the night, until it creeps around you, steals your sun and covers you in the dark once more. And as you are cold, shivering, out in the opened field, you look up at the sky, and then there is, the moon, beautiful as the sun is, but it is not the sun, it is cold, it doesn't care, it smiles down at you, mockingly, saying, you will never see your beloved sun again. And you believe it, because why wouldn't you, you didn't protect your Sun, you let the moon just take him away. Why would it come back, when you were not careful enough to keep him safe in the first place, when you didn't hold on to it hard enough?"
Cain watched her, there was something missing on the image before him, and he knew just what it was, a tear, one small drop to slide down her cheek and complement the pain she felt that morning and every other morning since she came to say with him. It was hard to see her as a demon sometimes, even with her being one of the most powerful creatures that walked the earth, the embodiment of immortality. But she was made like that, it was never her fault, made to be as close to human as a demon could be. Her generosity only rivaling her greed, her wraith only rivaling her mercy, her love rivaling her hate and her strength only rivaling her gentleness.
"Never forget the reason you did what you did because if you do, it is not a big slope down to insanity from there on."
Finally, Cain spoke, he knew she was not talking about the sun, but about the man she left behind, it was a long time since she mentioned him, and he never asked, knowing how it is not to want to talk about someone.
Even if his name never slipped her lips, the way she talked was a que, something happened, something grave enough for her to bring the subject up.
"I don't feel him anymore." Her eyes fell down on the cup in her hands once more.
"This is not the first time that happened."
"But it's the longest," finally she looked at him, flashing her demonic eyes for a split second. It was something she rarely ever did, the beauty of the moment reminded him of her true form, the light of hell, Lucifer called her that, she was his proudest creation and something he could almost love if love was something he was capable of. For all demonic race, their human form was an upgrade to what their true form look liked, but she, she was not the case, not one form of life would do her credit.
"How long?"
"I don't know, few months. Ever since that night."
"When angels fell?"
"Yes, when angels fell."
"You don't believe he had something to do with it?"
"And you would be surprised if he did," she smirked, her eyes filling with pride.
"No. I wouldn't, he always did like to meddle in everything."
"That is not an unwelcome trait in a demon."
"No. But he is reckless more so than not, you know everything he did since Lucifer was sent back to his prison."
"Yeah, I know." Her head fell down, as she turned around from him, looking into the distance once more time.
"And still, you don't condemn one of his actions?"
"No."
"His way, that is not the way you thought him to take."
"Without him, Lucifer would still be roaming this earth, I would be long dead, his plans for me fulfilled, and like it or not, you would be back to your old ways, he would found a way to make it happen. That is the way I thought him to go and he did just what he was thought to do, what came after that…" She smiled, old memories coming to her.
"Well, let's just say, we were too busy doing other things, to plan so far into the future. We only wanted to survive the upcoming events, something that, to his knowledge, only one of us managed to do. How can I blame him for anything that came after, when I was the one who turned her back on him."
Her smile fell down, as she took the last sip of her tea.
Cain let out a defeated sigh, she was always difficult to argue with, never once could he win. When it came to disapproving, he did disapprove the relationship she was in. That man, demon, whatever you like to call him, he was not strong enough to match her strength, not high enough on hierarchy to stand beside her, and as leader of knights of Hell, and her protector, he didn't hold back when it came to voicing his opinion, and she was never the one to not hear him out, not that it mattered in the end, she would do as she pleased. Once he cornered the man, threatening him with his life if he ever hurt her or used her or betrayed her, but to his own surprise he never did, not even after he left hell, not even after everyone thought he was dead and not even when she followed his footsteps and faked her own death, he was still loyal to her, still did what she told him to do, and honored her memory up to the moment when Lucifer fell.
"And you are afraid something happened to him?"
She didn't answer his question, didn't even look at him, just closed her vessels grey eyes, enjoying the moment soft wind blew in their direction, moving her hair away from her porcelain face, caressing her cheeks. More memories came back, memories she didn't dare to remember for such a long time, now all of them were coming back and doing just what she thought they would do the moment she opened the door of the closet she stashed them in, drew her back to the person they all rested with.
"I need to leave Cain,I need to find him."
He knew this day would come, sooner or later, she was never at peace with losing what she lost, not that he was, but he didn't have a choice, his Collete was long gone. She, she gave it all up to protect him, she walked away, carrying the pain with her, he admired that, it was something he could never imagine himself doing.
"If you leave they will all know you are alive."
"I know.. but Azazel is gone, all the other princes are off the grid they care even less about what is going around with hell than you and I do, Alistar is gone, Lilith is gone, Lucifer…" she paused at the name, looking in the distance, "Lucifer is caged, there is no way him finding out I live and for the rest, I will just have to deal with them as I go."
"And those Winchester brothers, they are trouble…"
"Yes, but not my problem. They cant kill me, they don't even know I exist, much like everyone else and I don't give a fuck about them, let them go around on their crusades, I won't get in their way. I only care about finding one man, if I am over exaggerating, I will just observe from the shadows, he won't know I am there. And if he is in trouble and I have to show myself, than… I will just have to suck it up and deal with the consequences of my lies.
" And if he is dead?" He didn't want to mention it, but the possibility was there and he needed to be the one to voice it out.
She straightened her back, turning around to face him, looking at him with her demonic eyes, he took a step back…
"Then I will end everyone who is responsible for his death, then I will kill everyone they even said hello to, then I will find my way to the empty and drag his ass out of there, just so I can kick it for letting something like that happen, then I will bring him back once more and than we can all enjoy the nice cup of tea."
"That will take some time…" Cain eyed her, there was no use of trying to keep her back, she never listened to him, her stubbornness only matching Lucifers.
"Please, Cain, it will be done in a week," she smiled, her eyes getting back to normal.
"Take care of yourself, princess, you know, you will always have a home here if you ever come to need it."
"I know," standing on the tip of her toes, she leaned, placing a soft kiss on his cheek.
"Thank you, Cain, for everything.."
And with that, she was gone... Cain watched the empty spot where she stood only a minutes ago, remember the days before, days when they spent most of their time in hell. When Lucifer was with them she never took a vessel to move around, something that changed once he was caged, floating above them in her true form. The beautify of that sight still filled him with warmth and love. Looking at the sunrise, alone, for the first time in years, he only hoped he will see her in the true form again, just one more time before he dies.