Redemption's Salvation
Wild: Again, I could not resist the urges to write a story for this amazing pair. I feel compelled! IT is Lucifer's doing, I swear!
Lucifer: *cracks knuckles* What was that? *eyes begin to glow*
Michael: *extends white wings and block Wild* Don't test her, Lucifer. It is I that is your opponent! *charges and they begin fighting*
Adam: …
Wild: Please read and enjoy the story. Please take precautions when reading chapters in case of nosebleeds *giggles* Jk.
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Adam Milligan lay in the Cage, staring up into the darkness that loomed all around him. Pain spread throughout his body as he lay there, feeling like a hundred blades were carving his body with cuts and gouging his stomach. His eyes stared blankly up at the bleakness of the Cage, hearing off in the distance the faint sounds of Michael and Lucifer clashing in heated battle.
Adam lifted his head with much effort to stare with fuzzy vision at the clanging of blades locking against one another, spears trying to pierce armor, wings beating the wind into submission, and the roaring of celestial energy.
He watched as Michael fought valiantly, fighting with strength and passion that beheld blinding and awe striking. It captured his attention and held it for a long moment, just to admire the courage, determination, and cockiness rolling off him in waves. Adam coughed as blood tried to block his airwaves. He coughed heavily and sat up slowly, pressing his hand to the wound in his side. He spat out the vile, copper tasting substance and wiped it off his mouth.
Lucifer locked blades again with Michael, and Adam found himself gingerly picking himself up off the ground of the Cage to try and move down towards a lower level. The Cage seemed to be split into certain levels when taking a special passage. It contained at least six hundred sixty-six levels, the Devil's Number.
He spat out more of the blood as he felt the immense power flood around his body when the two Archangels clashed in heated battle, crying out their battle cries while releasing their power. He grumbled and leapt off from the ground, hurtling towards the lower levels, seeking to get away from the fighting on the top level.
Wind and hot air brushed through his dark blonde locks, and he let his eyes drift sleepily. In the Cage, there was no need to sleep, as there was no sense of time, nothing to do but wander aimlessly or what the angels fight. The gentle breeze was a comfort only he felt as his body and soul had been trapped inside while the Archangels held no physical form.
What the hell am I doing? Why am I even still alive, Adam thought with a deep breath and a choked wheeze. I have no reason to be here. Michael betrayed me and his word. He said I'd be reunited with my mother; did that ever happen? No. He had been tricked by an angel-an Archangel!
"And here I thought that Archangels were supposed to be some of the most holy," Adam muttered, feeling his feet hit a hard surface. He shifted n his feet to balance himself before looking back up at the sky. A bright light surrounded Michael now as he charged, flying at Lucifer. In turn, the Devil was surrounded by a blazing red spark, launching himself and magic spells in the Enochian language.
He leaned against the walls of the Cage and lowered himself into his corner, curling into his solitary corner. This was the one place that usually he could be by himself. It seemed that Michael did not understand the meaning of personal space. He crowded Adam to the point of uncomfortable awkwardness. He stepped too close, while Lucifer hung back, arms crossed over his chest and smirking like a maniac.
Adam froze when he thought he heard a sound, and looked up quickly, nervous that his peace was going to be spoiled already. He was relieved to hear the normal battle cries and the sizzling of wounds being healed instantly after penetration of the skin. He sighed and coughed again, watching the blood dribble down from his open wounds.
Sam, what are you doing right now; I wonder, Adam thought, trying to distract his mind. He turned his thoughts to his half brothers, Sam and Dean Winchester. His eyes became distant and brooding. He still remembered the bright shining light that had sprung upon the darkness of the Cage when the doors had opened to pluck Sam's soul and body from the drowning shadows. He remembered thinking how much he despised Sam, because he had someone that cared for him.
Adam had no one except for the two half-brothers with complexes, and an Archangel that really didn't give a damn about what he felt or wanted. Adam grit his teeth and clenched his fist, trying to restrain the anger that wished to spring free from his restraints. He had quickly learned that being angry was no use; he was not stupid enough to try and pick a fight in the Cage with the top two Archangels. He wasn't that suicidal.
There is nothing to do here. It is so boring and bleak…how can anyone stay in here and keep sane? He pondered over these questions. While having been in such deep contemplation, he had failed to notice the hushed tone of the Cage, and the gentle clicks as Lucifer and Michael landed on the lowest level.
"Because we keep ourselves occupied, unlike you," Michael snorted, crossing his arms and glaring, keeping a straight face. Adam flinched, clutching his wound as more blood seeped from the deep cuts cause by Michael's own sword. "What did you do to make yourself bleed so much?"
Well, let's see asshole, you cut me with your freaking sword while fighting the Devil, Adam wanted to shout at the top of his lungs, but apparently Michael's new sport had been to read his thoughts.
"Watch it, human. You're my property, and you will show respect," Michael warned his fist clenching. Adam's eyes narrowed in irritation and he would have made a smart remark if it hadn't been for the sharp biting of his wounds.
Lucifer watched this exchange with obvious amusement. He laughed whole-heartedly and stepped close to Adam, crouching down to lift the dusty brown jacket. He whistled at the sight of the wound before saying, "You seemed to have gotten quite passionate over the years, Michael."
"Shut up," Michael said and stomped on Adam's hand. Adam bit his bottom lip, growling and lifted his eyes, panting. "you're my property, and you will obey. You stay out of our way while we fight. Are we clear, human?"
Adam hissed and spat at Michael's feet, slowly wobbling to stand in a hunched over crouch. Lucifer blinked and grinned while Michael's frown became a deep scowl, a crease in his forehead becoming prominent.
"Like bloody hell I will! I have told you! I am not a piece of property!" Adam snapped, spitting out more blood that flowed into his mouth. He turned to try and jump up to the next level to escape, but Michael caught his neck, wrenching him back against the wall.
"Who do you think you're talking to?" Michael growled and tightened his grip to dangerous. "You are mine, Adam Milligan. Do not think otherwise, or you will quickly learn how much of a fantasy you live in."
Adam growled and snarled like a demon, infuriated by Michael's words. He leaned as close as Michael's grip would allow and met his eye, panting heavily. Sweat dripped down his forehead and back, the blood of his wounds staining the white of his shirt and the dusty brown of his jacket. He reached out a hand and firmly grasped Michael's wrist, tightening his grip if only to reassure himself that he held some form of power.
"You can go to fucking Hell," Adam snarled, and Lucifer piped up in a chipper voice.
"We're already practically in it, pup," he called, snickering as Adam glared at him with heady hatred. Michael, however, did not like his spotlight being taken, nor the defiance Adam was beginning to show.
"You will obey me, Adam. You're my vessel, my body to do with as I please, and you can do nothing about it," Michael hissed, his eyes shining brightly with a promise in their depths. Adam managed to withhold the full body shudder that wracked over his spine. His eyes narrowed and he pushed against Michael's wrist, jerking it away from him neck.
"You can dream on, idiot," Adam grumbled, rubbing his neck and walking past them both with a hard set face and shining brown eyes staring back at Michael with determination in their pits. "Now leave me alone for once, and go back to your stupid married couple bickering and fighting."
With that comment, he left a baffled Michael and amused Lucifer to disappear up towards a middle level to try and get some rest, even though he knew he'd never accomplish such a thing.
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Michael glared at Adam's retreating back, disappearing into the shadows. He felt something stir within him every time he saw the artistic face of Adam Milligan. It set off some of his most primal and dominant instincts that screamed at him to devour the youngster.
He hissed and looked at the laughing Lucifer, his younger brother and one of the dearest people to Michael.
"What are you laughing at?" he growled, summoning his sword and shield for another battle. He felt the urge to slice something in half overwhelming his senses. He blamed it on the defiance Adam displayed, revealing the wish to dominate.
"Oh nothing, just how idiotic and hard headed you can be," Lu responded, pushing off of the wall of the Cage and walking forward, hands in his jeans pockets. "Anyway, it would seem that you have some issues with your vessel. Quite the feisty one, wouldn't you agree?"
"He will be obedient as a mutt," Michael snapped with proud dignity. "He's a scrawny pup that doesn't know his place yet. But I will handle that soon enough."
"Beating him into submission is not always the answer, dear brother. You can use other methods to accomplish such outcomes," Lucifer tempted and held up a delicious looking red apple. "just as temptation came in the form of a fruit of knowledge, use his weaknesses against him…it can be so much fun."
"I am not like you, brother. I do not deceive, but make them yield," Michael grunted, but eyed the apple. Maybe I could just-no, no, no! you will not become like your stupid younger brother, Michael…make Adam submit just as you would any other soldier.
He snorted and turned away, walking to evaluate and devise his plan of attack.
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Lucifer smirked and watched the retreating backs of the two men, one a powerful angel; the other an equally hidden potential half-brother to the Winchesters'. He cocked his head at the two, his eyes becoming hooded and brain filled of images that roused a deep carnal desire.
He looked up at the top of the Cage, or at least tried. It was endless darkness; darkness he had come to know and adore.
He snickered, laughing hysterically before standing up and spreading his large wings. He crouched slightly before catapulting into the air, zooming through each level of the Cage, ignoring Adam's gasp of astonishment, the heavy scent of blood both from his wounds and Adam's, however, got to him.
He slowed slightly to hover above Adam, staring down at him. He masked his presence perfectly, becoming invisible as to spy and watch. So this was the alternate vessel that had been presented to Michael? He had seen the boy before, but had never bothered learning the face. Yet now he had the time in the world to examine every living inch of this body.
He greatly looked forward to it.
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Dean sat in the reclining chair of their current hotel room, reading a newspaper with much enthusiasm. He flipped through the pages with curiosity, scanning the articles for any word of open jobs, new identities to which he could use, and also, waiting…
He looked up from the words dancing across the pages from him weariness when he heard the familiar ringing. He looked up to spy Castiel standing there. His hair had grown to a wispy length that startled Dean. His bright blue eyes had lost some of their ecstatic and gleaming glow. Blood was dripping from his head, his hands, and his arms onto the sandy white carpet, staining it crimson. It saddened and bewildered him and he was instantly out of his chair as Castiel started to collapse.
"D-Dean," Castiel whispered, his eyelids drooping with the desire to sleep. Dean caught him, cradling his body close. Sam roused in the next bed and rubbed the sleep from his eyes. His pupils were unfocused, but when he saw Castiel covered in dripping blood, he was wide awake and off to get medical supplies.
It was only then that Dean began to notice the reality…Castiel was bleeding like a human.
"What the fucking hell has happened to you, Cas?"
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Wild: Uh, well, there is the first chapter kids! I hope that it was a good start that will hook people and get me through typing this story, plus about three more for my fanfiction fans.
Lucifer: *grins wickedly* ah, so many possibilities of teasing.
Adam: *pales and takes off running*
Michael & Lucifer: Get back here! *runs after him*
Wild: *shakes her head* I swear, I'm a mother already of three (jk). Anyway, please do review. Tell me what I did right, what I did wrong, and anything in between. Thank you for reading!