AN: Hello there everyone!

So if you clicked on here then you must be slightly intrigued as to where I am going with this. All I can say is that I've been watching Supernatural a lot lately and then this idea came in a dream that I had.

My other reason for beginning this fic - which shall be fairly short, about 3/4 chapters, unless people want to read more - is that whilst I've written plenty of fanfiction… I've never conquered a Smut scene! Surprising, I know! Therefore, this is an outlet for me to test my Smut writing skills… if I have any, that remains to be seen haha

Also, there shall be a slight TVD crossover, but not enough for me to put it as an official crossover, if that makes sense? You'll understand what I mean once the next chapter is uploaded - honest!

I suppose I should put some warnings here, although I'm sure you can imagine them so, here you are: dubious consent, incest and violence… I think that's everything that matters!

Finally, here's a disclaimer that shall count for all chapters: I own nothing here but the idea and my OC characters. I claim no ownership to any of the other characters or lyrics within the story.

Anyways, I hope you enjoy this and don't forget to leave a review if you would like the second part!

Mikki xx


And I won't repent from this, I won't repent from this,
Blood is binding,
Love you were meant for this flesh, you were meant for this life,
By dying,
I won't repent from this I won't repent from this,
Blood is binding,
Love you were meant for this flesh, you were meant for this love,
You're my flesh and blood

-Heavy Prey by Lacey Sturm-


The halls of Hell, 1612.

Her feet made no sound as she made her way to the main chamber of Hell. Screams and moans of pain surrounded her as the guilty souls of Hell were tortured until they were no longer human. A shiver went down her spine as the energy of a new demon filled the atmosphere before it faded into the usual emotionless, deadly state that they were destined to be. She sneered as one of her father's demons walked in front of her; it immediately bowed its head in submission as the higher power sauntered past. One thing that Melisandre couldn't understand was how her father could become so angry at God for creating the spineless human race, and yet he would welcome them into their abode only to turn them into something even more revolting! Then again, who was she to question the Devil himself?

"Dirty demon…" Her growl echoed down the dark hallway causing another round of screams to come from the surrounding souls. "SILENCE!"

"Sister." She nodded her head to Markus as he waited outside of the entrance doors. "You look tired, Melisandre."

"I have just returned from the mortal realm, brother. My path was blocked by Hunters as I tried to take another tainted soul before it could be snatched by our half-kin in Heaven."

"You weren't hurt, I trust?"

"Of course not… it just meant that I had 3 more torture-subjects to bring home." They both grinned, although there was no mirth to be seen. It was their passion for punishing greedy mortals that influenced their expressions.

"Father shall be pleased; the Shield… not so much."

"I care not. My work is done and I am still here, surely that means more than anything else?"

"Indeed." He gave her a knowing look before opening the black, wooden doors that he guarded. The Shield were the most fearsome warriors ever created; their purpose was to lead the frontline when going into battle with Heaven's Angels before returning to Hell and protecting the realm. Unlike the other males within Hell, the Shield had shown very little interest in mating. Of course, they would partake when their father wished to create more Knights of Hell, but apart from that, their passion rested in spilling blood and destroying their enemies.

"Ah, welcome my dear Melisandre." The raven-haired angel knelt down and placed her forehead against her father's hand. A burst of power shot through her body, causing her to gasp as her wings unfolded behind her. A Dark Angel's wings looked like tattoos on their back so that they could blend in when entering Earth, but once they were in an emotional state, the wings would reveal themselves in their true form. Each angel had a unique pattern or colour on their feathers that would distinguish one from another; Melisandre's wings held no special pattern however, in a certain light the feathers would reflect shades of purple and blue. It almost looked like they were glittering as the candlelight hit them. "I'm sure you understand why I have called for you…" Her wings slowly dematerialised from sight in a burst of purple light.

"Yes, father." She raised her head but stayed on her knees. "I have reached my year of maturity." Whilst she still held the grace of one of the finest creatures to ever be created; her father and brothers knew that she was petrified. Melisandre was a great fighter of Hell. She was well-known for her unwavering loyalty, pure beauty and extreme combat skills - although some may argue that she was borderline unstable when it came to fighting and protecting those that she cared for. Her only weakness was her attitude to the mating ritual that would befall each of her sisters. It was not so much the act itself, it was more of how it was done. Sometimes she would even compare it to the mortal world, often saying how 'even humans frown upon physical activity between siblings'. Melisandre was well respected with her family, but her negative approach to carrying on the Pureblood line would often make her siblings frown. It was their duty to ensure the survival of the Dark Angels; if they were to stop coupling with each other, then Hell would either become ruled by unworthy demons or Nephilims would be created in an act of desperation.

This could not be allowed to happen and Satan would not allow it.

"Indeed you have, my child. Tell me; are you still against copulating to extend our race?"

"No, father. I would not go against my King's desires." She was lying; they could all see it. It would appear that a game of cat and mouse would begin as soon as she left the chamber. Melisandre held her breath as the Shield made themselves known. They appeared from the shadows, dressed in their finest black clothing with eyes only for their sister. Seth's hair shielded his dark eyes, Dean wore his usual malicious smile and Roman held a silver necklace in his fist.

"You are to be honoured, my child. The finest leaders ever created have chosen you as their mate." It was not uncommon for a female to be chosen by more than one man at a time - in fact, it was sometimes encouraged due to how long it took for an egg to be made fertile - however, it was uncommon for the Shield to show any open desire towards one of their sisters. Melisandre couldn't help but be confused as to how she had managed to catch their gaze. Perhaps they saw me fighting, she pondered before returning her attention to the throne in front of her. "You understand what this means, do you not?"

"Yes, father." Once being chosen, that female would lie only with their mate, or mates as the case would sometimes be. If she were to take interest in another one of her brothers then that angel would need to appeal to their father and gain his permission.

"Come, my sons." Melisandre didn't move as she felt her 3 brothers walk to stand behind her. "Place the necklace around her neck." The energy within her gave an involuntary jolt as Roman's arms brushed against her bare shoulders. The silver felt like a deadweight as the chain was draped around her throat and clasped at the back. Her father stood from his throne and stretched out his hand in front of her. The chain glowed a beautiful shade of red before it seemed to slowly sink into her skin.

That was it. Melisandre had officially been claimed and the power from the chain would deter her other brothers from trying to mate with her. The red glow shone out through her eyes for a few moments before they returned to their usual pale blue colour. It was almost immediate as the pull made her rise and turn to face the Shield of Hell. Her father placed his hands upon her shoulders and whispered into her ear, "Now leave us, Melisandre. I must speak with your brothers for a few moments." She gave a small nod and walked past the 3 men that stared after her. As soon as the heavy doors slammed shut, she bolted to her apartments. It was strange for an angel to show a moment of weakness, even in private, but everyone knew that once Melisandre's 200th nameday came to pass, she would either become volatile or vulnerable. Her sisters had sympathy but not enough for them to actively help her; after all, they'd all either been through or were about to go through the same ordeal.

"Aghh!" Her angered scream sounded like a growl and reverberated through her rooms. She passed her living quarters and headed straight to her bedroom; it would be now or never. She had a small opening in which she could activate the hidden teleportation stone and enter the mortal realm. As much as she loathed Earth, Melisandre knew that it would be the only place that she could hide from her brothers. Of course, she wouldn't be able to run forever, but if it bought her a few more centuries of freedom, then she would take it. She pulled out the box from under her bed and retrieved the grey velvet pouch that sat untouched at the bottom. If a human were to see the stone then they would think it nothing more than an emerald gem, but Melisandre could feel the magic that she had moved within it call out to her inner grace. Her door swung open and crashed against the wall with a loud bang; it would take seconds for them to reach her bedroom.

"Sister?" With a heavy breath she faced her fireplace and moved her palm above the flames.

"Mandabo porta aperiretur. Libera me in terra. Ne proicias me a Gehenna, ut ambulemus in ora mortis." Her voice carried out of the room and she stood just in time for her brothers to burst into her personal chambers. Their eyes turned black with only the iris glowing blue as they saw the portal open up behind her. The changing of eyes was a sure sign that they were angry; this transformation would occur within each Dark Angel when they were irate, aroused or about to transport a soul to Hell. It was considered a warning sign before their prey would be disintegrated.

"Do not do this, sweet Melisandre." Seth's voice went over her head and she stepped back so that she was inches away from the growing vortex behind her.

"Forgive me, brothers. I cannot allow this to happen." With her farewell words, she jumped through the portal just in time for it to close behind her. The entirety of Hell shook as the Shield voiced their anger.

The hunt was on.


Hold it together, birds of a feather,
Nothing but lies and crooked wings.
I have the answer, spreading the cancer,
You are the faith inside me.

-Evil Angel by Breaking Benjamin-


AN: A final note, I used Google translate to make up a spell that would open up the portal for her to escape. Here is the English to Latin translation - I hope it's correct, but who knows with Google:

I command the portal to be opened. Deliver me unto Earth. Cast me from Hell to walk upon mortal shores.

Mandabo porta aperiretur. Libera me in terra. Ne proicias me a Gehenna, ut ambulemus in ora mortis.

Don't forget to review and let me know if you're interested in the next part of the journey.