Hello lovelies! This is Max and you are reading the first fanfiction I have ever written. I hope you like the idea that I have and I am sorry if anything doesn't match up with the SPN storyline. I did not create Supernatural only my oc's.
December 8, 1987 ( 4 years after Azazel's visit to the Winchesters)
It had been four years, four excruciatingly long years and Azazel was bored... Much too bored. He had tried everything to calm his boredom nothing seemed to help nothing at all could calm his itching hands. He had to do something, he had been dormant much too long. The Winchesters were suffering through life after Mary's death somehow blissfully unaware of how their little four year old, Sam would affect everything. They would never be able to settle and they would never be able to have a normal life. He sighed and crawled out of his little corner of hell... what to do, what to do. Then it popped up in his mind like a bright neon sign
"I bet a lot of kids are turning six months today" and then he rose. He had a meatsuit to find
It took but minutes to find the perfect victim, The man was tall and fairly strong looking, he wandered about aimlessly and Azazel had a feeling that no one would be missing the man. He flew overhead blending in with the darkness and with one fell swoop he took over the man, for a minute or two he could hear the screams of the man in the back of his mind but it dint really matter, this body was his now. Azazel's mouth split into a wide grin and his eyes turned a burning yellow. 'Oh what an interesting night this will be'.
Victim one: Lela Hanson, New London, Connecticut.
Azazel wasn't really in the mood for mercy and when he came across the first house he realized that orphans are generally more vengeful that normal children. He giggled with a twisted happiness and was soon in the baby's bedroom. It. Was an even mix of oinks and blues it wasn't really feminine or masculine and when he looked into the single crib he realized why, there were two little children...twins, Azazel was not feeling generous and decided that he would kill the one that cried first, immediately the little boy opened his eyes and let out a whine
"Ding ding ding we have a winner" and the baby went eerily silent. The other child in the meantime had awoken and simply looked up at Azazel not in fear but more of a strange curiosity. The demon took out a knife from his pocket and cut his wrist letting the blood drip down to his fingers. He pinched the baby's nose and when it opened its mouth he let the blood drip into it. The baby finally started crying when the blood hit it's tongue and he heard the gentle footsteps of the mother coming up the stairs he decided he would make her death quick. When she entered the room she gasped and Azazel with a quick wave of his hand snapped her neck. She fell to the ground with a loud thump and soon her husband was calling
"Honey are you alright, hon? Can you hear me?" And his footsteps followed. When the man arrived on scene he fell to his knees I'm front of his wife and began to sob but Azazel was having none of that.
"Ahem, you should probably be focusing on me." Azazel grinned as the man looked up at him with hatred.
"You -you bastard!" Though his voice was weak, barely a whisper, it seemed as though his intentions were strong because he lunged towards Azazel. The demon couldn't help but grin at how stupid humans were, before the man even touched Azazel he began coughing up blood in mass amounts it pooled around him and he began whimpering and crying his body then inflated and exploded with a pop the room was thoroughly coated in blood and Azazel couldn't help but feel extremely happy. His thirst for blood was not quenched though. He turned towards the poisoned little girl and picked her up gently, her mouth was smeared with blood and she had fallen asleep despite the carnage. He really liked this little girl, he wiped the blood from her mouth with the one clean part of his coat and held her in his arms. When he turned around he saw something quite funny. I little boy was standing in his parents blood no older than five or six, his face was stained with tears but he stood and stared at the man with anger
" Put Lela down" the little boy used an angry tone he probably lurked from his mother and Azazel decided he was in the mood for a game.
" Ok big guy. I'll just place her right here." He began to lower the girl to the ground but just as the blanket she was wrapped in brushed the ground he pointed a single finger at the little boy and he was pressed up against the far wall of the room. The little boy cried out and the demon strode across the room and put his face only inches away from the little boys face
" Little Lela is mine now, so perhaps is would do you some good to forget about her and instead remember me. My name is Azazel and one day you and your little friends will bow down to me! So when that time comes around try to remember me and how kind I was to spare you" Azazel turned and strode out of the room with Lela in his arms. He was sure that that little kid would grow up to be messed up in one way or another and that made him smirk. As he left the house and turned into the street he disappeared, the broken family being the only indicator he he'd ever been there at all. Police would later find the family and wonder who the man with the yellow eyes was. Posters would be put up on every street corner but he would never be found.
Victim two: Audrey Vega, San Diego, California
Azazel had left the first little girl outside an orphanage in Arizona before heading to the next house. This house was large but strangely empty. The only soul inside was that of a baby girl the same age as the last. He didn't bother to teleport up to the child's room, there was no need to expend energy when there was none around. But the question was: where were the child's parents? Didn't humans usually take constant care of their child? Perhaps they just didn't care. Whatever the case he walked up the stairs and calmly opened the child's bedroom. It was decorated lavishly and the child looked as though it had everything it would ever need in one room. From a fridge filled with chilled bottles of milk to a tv that was mounted in the wall the child had everything it ever needed
'Except for a caretaker' Azazel thought absently as he ran his hand over the mahogany furniture. He looked around once more and finally leaned over the child's crib. Despite the food just feet away the child looked malnourished and poorly taken care of. It's diaper was beyond full and he could hear its stomach growling. Azazel sighed, he couldn't have a sickly soldier but he in a very strange way felt the child's pain in the whole absent parent situation. He glanced above its crib and saw the gild letters that spelled out "Audrey". He picked the little female up and snapped his fingers. Her diaper was clean but he couldn't fill her stomach with a snap of his fingers. He bent down and opened the fridge grabbing a cold bottle he opened the cap and smelled it, the milk smelled fresh and the demon was still bewildered as to how she had been so neglected. Her dark skin seemed so pale despite its rich color, he almost felt bad for the thing. He screwed on the bottled top but not before dropping the necessary amount of blood into it. The child was awoken as he shook the bottle she began to cry but he pushed the tip of the bottle between her lips and she drank down the milk quickly and greedily. When she looked up at him to ask for more he just laughed and called her a little glutton. After all he couldn't spend all night feeding the baby girl. He left the house and almost immediately noticed her parents pulling into the driveway. He watched from the bushed silently with the baby as they walked inside laughing and holding hands. The next moment the house was up in flames. He looked down at the sickly little girl and made a strange decision he would give her something to make up for her lack in strength. He touched two fingers to her head and transferred all the information from the human world he could think of, he transferred hunting information as well (but left out how to kill demons, he didn't need any of his soldiers turning on him). The child began to cry and so he put her to sleep, he realized very quickly that she wouldn't be able to hold all that information without dying. So he put a seal on her mind, she would only find an answer if she was looking for it. Then he sent her off to that same little orphanage in Arizona.
Victim three: Leslie Talbot, Breckenridge, Colorado
Azazel wandered around for a while before finding the third child that would end up in an orphanage in Arizona. He settled for a hospital I'm Colorado he didn't know why he was there but strangely he was drawn there, what he found was probably the easiest job he'd get all night. Around ten minutes before Midnight a woman ran up the steps to the hospital with a little bundle in her arms. She looked around for a moment before placing the child on the steps and running off. Azazel came out of hiding and picked up the little boy. Tucked into his blanket was a card that said "Leslie". He walked a distance from the hospital before cutting his wrist and dripping the blood into the child's mouth, this had strange effects. The child's hair (which was a deep brown to begin with) seemed to have the color bled out of it. From the roots first and then the tips his hair turned white. His eyes became a strange pinkish red and he stared up at Azazel as though he could read his mind. Azazel was extremely curious as to why this happened but he decided to leave it be for the time being. The child left his arms with a poof to join his other friends and Azazel soon disappeared too.
Victim three: Blake Cerise, Austin, Texas
When Azazel found Blake Cerise the early morning sun was peeking over the horizon. He wandered around for a while before finding just what he had been looking for. In a makeshift tent at the end of an alleyway was a family of two. A mother and son slept leaned up against the wall, the mother looked to be no more that 16 and the baby was six months that morning. The mother looked exhausted, for a human child she looked as though she had lived five lifetimes. The bags under her eyes looked almost like bruises and she wasn't wearing clothes suitable for mid winter. He lifted the baby from her arms gently but as soon at the baby made a tiny sound she was awake and grabbed his arm.
"Who the HELL ARE YOU?" She yelled at him and hit him with her free arm in an attempt to injure him but even for a human she was pitifully weak. She continued to hit and claw him as he began to leave the tent rather calmly.
"DONT YOU TOUCH MY BABY BOY, DONT YOU DARE TOUCH BLAKE" she screamed and made one last ditch attempt to tackle him but he had had enough. He turned around and with a quick movement his hand plunged into her abdomen he grabbed her insides with a fist and jerked them out of her body before she had time to scream. She was left in the alleyway as she died painfully, but silently. He moved to a more pleasant location before cleaning his hand and slicing his wrist one last time feeding the little boy... Blake, his blood. He in a tiny way felt bad for the boys mother, she had only wanted her child back. But he needed more for his army. He would come out on top.
When Azazel finally arrived back at the orphanage the sun had only risen a fraction higher. The caretakers were still sleeping in their beds and the children were all sleeping at the bottom of the steps. When he placed Blake down he realized something very important. Out of thin air he pulled out four pieces of paper about the size of a business card. And wrote the children's names on them. Lela, the little girl with tufts of straight black hair and pale skin. Audrey, the dark skinned girl with a well sized amount of thick curly dark brown hair. Leslie, the strange little boy with off white hair. And last Blake, the boy with wiry hair that was almost too dark to be called dark brown. He chuckled as he looked down at the children, he could feel that something special would come from them. Then an idea struck him, if he had given Audrey extra special powers why not the rest of them? They could be his fantastic four the most powerful of the lot. He gave Lela the power to project her consciousness into someone else's body, and Leslie got the power to bend the weather and maybe he could one day control it, he gave Blake the power to commune with and see the dead and the supernatural. Azazel felt weakened and after rapping loudly on the door of the orphanage and giving one last look at the perfect soldiers he had created he vanished, leaving the four peculiar children to be found by the stunned woman who answered the door in her pajamas.
* I don't really love this chapter but I had to try and make an entry chapter. It's kind of short and I hope that the chapters I write in the future will be longer than this. Please leave comments and tell me what I can do to improve my writing! Also i have to say that the whole "added on powers" thing is kind of weird but i wanted to make my characters kind of unique. Thank you for reading!*