Loud shout out to Deadbeat, who posted a random story about meeting Jared at a con one day on the forums and something cool that he said. If you're out there DB, thank you so much for the ideas!! :)
Summary: Is Sam the one? One shot. Evil!Sam, Dark imagery
Disclaimer: I do not own supernatural.
A fire burned around the young Winchester as the souls of a thousand humans screamed for mercy inside their own prisons. The demons that possessed them were too mesmerized to hear the human consciences inside them. Tonight, their focus remained on the lone man who stood before them at a crossroads. This was their time. This was their reign foretold in the prophecies. But who would speak first?
Out of the crowd approached a single demon, shredding her female meat-suit's abdomen with a silver knife as she walked. Her name was Kiziel. Some say she tore at her host's flesh to show her disgust with the monkeys of this world.
Could it be true? Kiziel thought when she heard the whispers in the dark. Was this petty human the one to lead them? She would find out.
A hush fell over the thousands. The young man stood motionlessly, only the desert wind caressing his hair.
Throwing the bloodied knife to the ground only a few feet away from her opponent, the demon asked her question.
"What color are your eyes?" she hissed.
The words would not leave her mouth completely before the destined king flew with an impossible speed towards her, bringing his face within inches of hers.
Her insides froze, the energy knocking her to her knees. The stomach of the host she was possessing boiled and turned, but she couldn't look away. Beads of sweat formed on her brow as the man stared her down, intensely, confidently, and without remorse.
"What color?" the hunter's commanding voice echoed through the thousands.
Immediately a herald of demons dropped to their hands and knees, as well, hands pressed against their ears in a feeble attempt to block out the power in this voice. The female demon's head remained low, too afraid to look up and too in pain to speak at all.
Sam gripped her tender chin in his palm, prying her face impossibly closer still. Kiziel finally opened her eyes, her mouth twisting in horror at what she saw. The last thing she felt were the tears of black carving down her cheek, her eyes eternally blinded by the two eclipses of fire, ice, and emerald that stared back at her.
"You tell me."