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Whispers had been spoken of a descendant of God, whispers that grew louder with each ear that was touched. The tales of how to find this descendant became so widespread, that the ears of both Heaven and Hell prepared to cross the realms to seek out the descendant that carried the blood and essence of God within them. Angels were sent down to protect while demons were released above to bring the descendant down to Hell.
Lucifer had grown intrigued by the thought of a simple mortal man, weak and defenseless, housing God's essence. The Scion of God, born from a virgin human woman, would bring new believers to Heaven while saving them from Lucifer's grasp. The message would be planted like a seed, slowly spreading and growing for years to come. Sins would be forgiven and souls would be cleansed.
It was widely known that souls held power within them, and he that held the souls gained that power. Not to be beaten by God, Lucifer sought to create his own descendant by combining his own essence with a virgin mortal woman. Each attempt to create a Scion became a failure as none of the woman that were brought to him were pure of body yet corrupt of heart. Each of the babes were born yet their souls were clean, too clean to serve the purpose of corrupting the souls in which Lucifer sought. The children flocked to God's Scion, following him and learning from the mortal's teachings. This only invoked Lucifer's wrath more, the need to ensure his reign in Hell growing each day.
Struck by a passing thought, Lucifer found a woman pure of body and charged one of his Knights with her possession. No amount of screaming or tears stopped the demon from entering her body, silence falling over the small shack as the girl's eyes became blackened. Lucifer allowed the demon to use the woman's body for months, committing dark sins but leaving her virtue intact. Only when the mortal's soul had blacked did the demon leave her body. Lucifer approached her performing the rituals as he had countless times before, but knew that this time would be different. This time, Lucifer's Scion would be born.
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Lucifer kept the child locked away in the darkest depths of Hell, waiting to see if his Scion was truly created. The years grew long and Lucifer watched in disgust as his essence was wasted once more. The Scion, a boy now the age of thirteen years, was a gentle and kind soul. No matter what Lucifer tried the boy's soul remained pure, another failure in the battle against God. Or so Lucifer thought until he released the boy to be amongst humanity. It wasn't long before the boy spread tales of sin and demons, of Hell and its ruler. Instead of heeding the boy's warnings, humanity began to imagine the pleasures and promises that sin could bring. The hedonistic race began to swarm though Hell's Gates and Lucifer's strength continued to grow.
The boy never returned to Hell, evading demonic capture by praying to God for help and forgiveness. Until the boy became a man, and his sights became set upon a woman in the way that men's sights do. He married the woman but fear kept him from laying with her, fear of what his child would become. His dreams held visions of Lucifer taking the child and keeping the babe locked away in Hell, of the babe being born with the eyes of a demon. But his love for his wife, and her love for the thought of baring his child, led him to be with her. The child was born, a son, and thus the Scion of Lucifer had passed the King of Hell's essence on. A new Scion was born.
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"So, what you are sayin', Cas, is that we have to track down some great-great-great-great grandson of Lucifer?" Dean took a long swig from the bottle he had left untouched, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand as he looked at Castiel expectantly. They had been searching of a way to open communication with Lucifer without sending Sam to the Cage. After days of shooting down theories, Castiel had offered the story of the mythical Scion of Lucifer. It was Sam that spoke instead.
"I think it might be a few more 'greats' in there, Dean." Sam kept his eyes trained on the screen of his laptop as he spoke. "If the first Scion was from Biblical times…" Sam gave a small shake of his head as he tried to focus his thoughts on the daunting task before them. Visions of the cage continually played inside his mind, flashes of chains or Lucifer's face. It was still uncertain whether the visions came from God or someone else. Sam had to believe that somewhere God was out there.
"The Scion is not a child of Lucifer. He cannot sire children as his essence is not demonic." Castiel's eyes widened a fraction, the movement noticed by both Winchester. "It was never about having a powerful child or creating a cambion, it was about passing a part of his essence along to a mortal woman."
"'Passing his essence.' Sounds like any normal guy wanting his name to carry on." Dean slammed his head back, emptying the bottle before placing it on the table next to Sam's laptop. "So, tell me you've got an angelic paternity test. Or-or child support records. Something, anything that will give us a clue as to where we can find this Scion." Dean began to walk away, but stopped short and faced Castiel once more. "And even if we do the impossible and find this Scion, what guarantee do we have that he can communicate with Lucifer in the cage?"
"The Scion will be able to walk through Hell unscathed as Jesus walks through Heaven undetected. The essence within will protect him in Hell and he will be able to reach Lucifer."
"And if this guy won't walk through Hell for complete strangers?" Dean was getting more agitated as the conversation went on. He knew that they had performed miracles before, they had beaten the odds when stacked against them but this was borderline ridiculous.
"Okay, so we find the Scion first and deal with the rest later. Dean, you said it yourself, this is the best option we've got right now." Sam closed his laptop and stood, turning to address the pensive Angel. "Case, is there anything you can do to get us going in the right direction? Anything at all?"
"I will go and find out why I can. Sam, please do not go into the Cage. This is the better way." Cas was gone before either of the brothers could say another word. Sam and Dean stared at the spot he had been for a moment, Sam's sigh breaking the silence that has fallen over them.
"How are we supposed to find Hell's equivalent of Jesus? I've never even heard anything about Lucifer's Scion. What if Cas is wrong?"
"Yeah, man. But what if he's right?"
It had only taken Cas a matter of hours to return to the Winchesters, the information he had found being only the first lead they had. It was better than the nothing they had had before, and Dean voiced just that.
"Well, now we've narrowed it down from every man on Earth to every man on Earth born on Christmas. At least the search will only take decades instead of years."
"No, Dean. Not born on Christmas, born on the same day as Jesus."
"Of course, it's not Christmas. That was just a day chosen because of other importance in Pagan religions." Sam saw a flash of Lucifer's face, as if whoever was sending the visions was telling them that they were closing in on an answer.
"Okay, Cas. What day was Jesus born on?"
"The exact day is not known." At Cas's answer, Dean threw his hands out to either side of his body, obviously not pleased with the answer. Not affected by Dean's response, Cas continued. "But it would be near the end of what you know as September."
"Damn it. Cas, we need more to go on than that. Isn't there anything else?"
"You could ask a demon. Lucifer's reign is more their area of expertise." Castile wished he could share more, wished he could be of more use. But the Scion if Lucifer was not even believed to have truly existed. It was more like the modern fairy tale, possibly based in truth but changed so much throughout the decades that it could be believed only as myth. If any being had more answers, and they could be made to give those answers, it would be a demon. "It would need to be an old demon. One that had contact with Lucifer."
"Well it's not like we can put a personal ad out in the paper, Cas." Dean stood from his chair, grabbing his coat before walking away. The impala's keys jingled in his hand as he held them up for Sam to see. "C'mon, Sammy. We've got a geriatric demon to find."
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"The Scion? Of Lucifer? You're positive those were the exact words you heard?" To anyone watching Crowley, the King of Hell seemed to be the picture of calm. His voice did not shake, he did not sweat, his face showed boredom. But internally, Crowley felt a small moment of panic at his lackey's words. The Winchesters had been searching out demons, which would not be an oddity for a pair of hunters. But what Crowley found odd was the way that the brothers seemed to be searching for demons. Specifically, demons that served under Lucifer. It was almost as unnerving as The Darkness no longer being under his influence. Not that Amara was ever truly under Crowley's influence. But he had held out hope. Until Dean bloody Winchester came bounding down the hall like a damned savior of humanity. Even if that was what he was known as, Crowley still had the right to be annoyed.
"Y-yes." The lackey's voice brought him out of his thoughts, focusing him back on the interesting and worrisome new development. If the Winchesters were searching for the not-so-mythical Scion of Lucifer, it could only mean that they were trying to gain access to Lucifer himself. "Sir… does this mean that Lucifer will be freed from the cage?"
"If the Scion exists, and if the Boy Wonders can find him… They would still have to get him to Hell then to the cage. Then they would have to know how to use the Scion to open the cage. Then pray that Lucifer doesn't smite then the instant he is free for getting him stuck back in there to begin with." Crowley's voice had risen by the time he had finished his rant, the only external sign that he was slightly worried about the idea. He took a breath, ending in more of a sigh than a calm exhale. "If it were anyone, ANYONE, else trying to thwart me with this task, I wouldn't even think it could be done. But those damn Winchesters always seem to find a way…"
"What will we do?"
"We? You will find the Scion and I will kill him."
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