So here's the first part of the biggest ''Prologue'' you have ever seen. I really loved the result, but just so you know my first language isn't Anglish, so sorry if there's any errors of spelling. Also, this prologue will end when the first episode of not natural will start, you can find it on Adraa Blanche-Lune account. She is a friend of mine and she will be the one to write most of the fanfict. This story will follow the event of supernatural, but they will only have a small impact on the fanfict. Having said that, I hope you will enjoy it, d'ont forget to let a review or to follow if you liked it. Good reading!

Oh! and for those who are wondering "sard" is an old british word to say : f*ck

Not Natural Prologue part 1

Barbara Alice Arthur Lazarus

The world is a strange place. A lot stranger than most people would like to admit, normal people just walk around, living there life, having diner, sex and children, unconscious of the things that walk among them. Monster under the bed, creature in the forest, haunted houses... Demon in the dark... Witch... Of course, it was impossible that with all those... things... living and killing and doing whatever they want to do, some people wouldn't remark it. So, as there were the monsters there were the hunters: Human, who decide to protect the other human from all those horrible things that seem to be... everywhere. Finding more and more ways to... destroyed evil... The perfect balance isn't? Of course when you are yourself one of those creature that are hunt down it suddenly feel way less... heroic. Some of my kind hates those hunters, but I don't really. For me it's just everyone trying to do what they think is best. Doing all they can do to live one more day. I've been through a lot myself and, even if it seems incredibly far, I still remember what it is like to feel. I don't usually think a lot about that. I'm more concentrate on my job. I am a Demon of Lucifer... even though I never really met him, and my name is Baal. I know stupid name, but hey, heard worst. Hmmm... Usually when normal human learn about those kind of stuff they ... well first they freaked out, but after that they start asking all kind of question so I'll try my best to feel out the blank. First of all, everything's real. Vampire, Werewolf, demon, angel, ghoul, reaper, witch, Jinn, chupacabra, cupid, dragon, elves, spirits, ghost, fairies, hell hound, mermaids, sea serpent, sasquatch, tulpa, shape shifter, tricksters, prophet, wendigos, all of them and I'm not even talking about those who are beyond. Too powerful to name them, too unknown to even have a name, too deadly to even have let use have knowledge of their existence, or still hiding in the dark till their time came... Second of all, when you died there are three places you can go. Heaven if you lived doing what you thought was best, purgatory if during your pitiful filthy and insignificant life something supernaturally bad happen to you... like being bite by a vampire for example, and finally but not the least, hell, for those who have sin... or sell their soul to a devil for ten years of happiness. Hell, as you can guess, is the one I am the more familiar with. When you first came there you are torture by all sort of horrible and more imaginative each time ways. Eternal drowning, being melt by the inside as you taste your own blood boiling, getting eviscerate by a sword covert in incredibly powerful poison that duplicate every feel by a thousand more or everything at once . After years of pain and incommensurable suffering, a deal is proposed to you. You can either keep on being torture or you start torturing other. You may say no the first time, even the second, but everyone ends up saying yes. So you torture, and the only fact that for the first time since you can't even remember when, your body feel good, make you smile as you make scream other lost soul. As time goes by, it just became more and more blurry, unclear, far, you forgot who you were, who you are, you forgot how to feel, you forgot everything. Till there is nothing human left. You then became yourself a demon. At first, rage consumed you. You need to inflict pain and suffering just as much as human need to drink and eat. You go out in the word and you start killing again and again and it just feel delightful, but soon hunter bring you down to reason and remember you that mass murder or sinking celebrity ship isn't the kind of thing that go unnoticed. After that, your hunger just starts decreasing, till all that stay is some kind of emptiness. It doesn't do that to all of us, but for me it was particularly hard. Some just stay happy with killing and fresh souls deal, but... I don't know... I just feel like it should have something else to this eternity than that... Anyway, let's get back on our principal subject. Hell is a huge place, with lots of different level and hidden room, the more deep you go inside of those blood-red halls the more dark and old it became. On the top of it, lies a big seat... kind of the game of thrones one, but in less sword-y. Long ago, Lucifer sits there and order is army, but he's been gone for a long time now. Since this time lots of demon has taken the throne, first it was Cain and his hell knights... powerful demons, immortal... or at least we thought they were. When they were rulers, it wasn't that worst... but there was no place for second thinking. If you didn't obey to them, you were killed... sadistically. After they left, different group of demon rose up, there was a big bloody fight and finally the strongest clan took the throne. Azazel, the yellow-eyed demon, took the crown with his chosen psychic kid. He was really focused on his big plan and honestly he wasn't really paying attention to any other business. So when two brothers\hunter, a.k.a the Winchesters, totally destroyed his projects well... let's say we didn't heard from him after that. Then came Lilith, White eyes demon. She wanted to bring back Lucifer and as her plan goes by, demons chose side. Half of them wanted their cherished master to come rule over them again and the smarter half knew that Lucifer hate demon just as much as I hate Monday. This other half was lead by the only demon, aside from myself, that I, in some kind of way, trust: Crowley, red-eye demon (just like myself), and king of the crossroad deal. In the end, Lilith died, but Lucifer was set free. Only to be put right back in the cage after a while of trouble between heaven and hell, also kind of a small Apocalypse. Of course the Winchesters, (remember? I talk to you about them earlier. And yes, they're kind of putting their noses everywhere) well, they found a way to avoid the unavoidable. Thanks to that, Crowley could finally get the throne. From that moment, things get a lot more professional in hell. Demon could no longer do whatever they would like, there were rules. And, even if that didn't please everybody, I believed it was necessary... So there we are. Of course, some other things happen since, but... I don't either have the time or the envy or the need to talk about it. As for me, I made myself a little reputation. I'm an open mind demon, if other demons say no; I might be the one to say yes. I also enjoy book, and knowledge, I always know a bit about everything. I know that it can sound a bit weird, I mean, when you think about a demon, you surely don't imagined it having a little wooden house hidden somewhere in Alaska, full of old, dark book, but don't underestimate me. This knowledge makes me way more powerful than any blade could ever make me. I'm also known for my bad habits of experiment... Other demons think that I just like to play with fire, but it's more than that. I'm reading about spell, and dark magic. I'm looking for a way to make me more powerful than any other demon ever was. I've been looking everywhere for any kind of information, anything can be useful. From the hell's library, to a LOT of hunter's book, passing by Max Thompson's research and any text I could put my hand on. At first, it was just for passing time, but with all of those times earth almost got destroyed by whatever those things were, and each time the thing is more powerful! Seriously, what the sard is happening?! ... Anyway... nobody knows about what I'm doing and nobody must ever know. If anyone did, I could get into a pretty precarious position. Knowing a lot is useful, until people tried to use you for their purpose. And like I know well too much, it is way too easy to trap a demon... So, I think that you know pretty much everything you need to know. What do you think about we start the story?

It was somewhere around midnight; I was sitting at my desk. Tons of books, a candle and a bowl full of chips with my homemade salsa flavour of... oh yeah... demon sometime have weird and disgusting taste (at least in the human perspective) ... maybe... maybe we could just not talk about my food after all... yeah... so... I was reading the third chapter of a book written in old enochian... And I can tell you that whoever wrote that book didn't have the best handwriting. There was no sarding difference between his OE and his AG! Gosh, Gab... got to teach you how to right properly one day... So, I was trying to understand if it was writing Gun or Kitten, when I ''heard'' someone calling on for a deal. Somewhere in America... hum... I didn't like to go that much close to Kansas, but I guess I was getting kind of uncomfortable, sitting there all day, beside, I rarely refuse a deal. I put aside my delicious homemade food and stretch a bit my arms, legs and invisible wings before teleporting to the rendezvous. When I arrived, a blond woman was standing in front of me, she was in a poor condition, her clothes where trashy and full of hole... but maybe it was just one of those weird new human trends? I don't really know... I rarely change my style; Black coat, red eye, and sometime one other colour. A classy, never gets old and the thing is when I wear any other kind of clothes they get way too dirty way too easily and blood is unbelievably hard to wash off. So, as I was saying, I was looking at a teen who obviously call me for the deal. She looked really shock, I can't really blame her. I mean, she just calls the devil and he appeared in front of her. But... normally people at least say something like "I can't believe it" "it can't be real" or "holy crap" etc... But not her, she was just staring at me open-mouthed. And to be honest it was getting a bit rude.

- Hey, nice to meet you too. Oh, my day was very nice thanks for asking, but let's gets down to business, alright?

She blinked a few time and I saw on her face that she realised that she looked stupid. Though I didn't yet give her the chance to talk.

- I'm guessing you are here for a deal? So, before we talk about your wish, I must told you that the price, for everything you ever wanted comes down to the smallest price of-

- Man, I just loose my bet.

- I'm sorry... I don't like when people cut my between two-

- I can't believe it! (I sighed) Seriously! Demon are freaking real! I totally got to tweet that; my friends will never believe me.

- Yes, I-

- And I thought that bitch was crazy! XD

- W... what bitch?

Before the teen could even answer a women appeared behind her and stab her in the back. The iron knife became cover in red. The blood flowed on the black road, as the eyes of teen hole-in-my-clothes loose their little spark of life... And the dead... or soon to be dead, body fell on the ground with a loud sound. The murderer was a black hair woman, who was wearing a red t-shirt with a black, no-sleeve, coat and jeans. She was somewhere around 35, she had black eyeliner, red lipstick and her eyes were green. I can't deny it, she was attractive as shit. But, I'm not the kind of kissing the first murderer I see, plus she kind of ruined my deal. Oh, and apparently she is a black-eye demon, since she kindly show her real eye between two blinks.

- I'm guessing you are the bitch?

- You can call me Mara. She said with a serious voice.

- Oh, I heard about you... you work with Amon, right?

She didn't answer but one of her eyebrows flinch and I knew I was right.

- So, I supposed that little Mister El stupido, finally understand that I was the one who stole his helmet?

- The Helmet of Rostam was in Amon's safe just as well as three thousand souls when it was stole, you were the only one who acknowledge the existence of the safe and who could have betrayed him.

- The Helmet of Rostam! I always forget the name... it sounds kind of dump isn't? Anyway, are you sure it was me, it could have been Lysia? I can't believe nobody killed her yet. And, between you and me, he looked after it... I mean have you seen this douche bag?

- Enough!

She almost screamed. I know, I like to talk, and sometime people can get annoyed by this, but, you know, everyone got a thing. Also, I think it gave me charisma. See I almost miss the beginning of Mara, or whatever, sentence because of all this thinking! I should learn to stop... nha.

- You are an insult to every demon that ever crawled up the earth.

- I'm not sure if that's really an insult.

- I SAID ENOUGH.

- Wow... somebody needs a really intense anger management session.

- You will come with me and answer for you betrayal without talking, speaking or even breathing. If there's only one little sound that came out of your filthy, impure, vile and putrid mouth, I will cut your tongue.

I first stayed silent, but I rapidly charge back.

- Wow, how many other synonyms do you know for the word gross? Nasty? Obscene? Mara? Dishevelled? Oh, and just so I know, hypothetically talking, if I refuse to follow you, what happen?

She had this hate sparkling in her eyes and it made me smile.

- Then I kill you.

Her answer was short, straight, like if she knew I would never choose this option.

- Oh, well than... I guess I have no other choice.

I walk toward her, like if I was surrounding but at the moment she was about to bind a rope around my wrist and that her attention was centred on the knot. I said:

- Only try too.

Her eyes rapidly looked up at me, but they never had the time to clearly see me, because her chin had a not-so-kindly visit of my fist. She back off a few feet away, understanding that she couldn't get Baal that easily, she wipe the blood thread that was running out of her mouth, smiled as she unsheathed a angel blade from behind her back . I smiled back, it has been a while since I've been in a fight and I kind of missed the thing. I then unsheathed my own angel blade, in which I have grave all sorts of sigils, just some backup assurance. Told you I like to experiment. So she was the first one to attack. She swing on the right and I easily avoid the knife, but just before I hit back, she turn around and swing again, this time a lot faster. The surprised, plus the speed, almost allowed her to stab me. Can you believe it? Something like Mara, stabbing something as cool as myself? I couldn't stand back to something like that; I have to stay up to my reputation. I made a feint to the right with my blade and then to the left, this obligated her to block a left side hit with her right hand, putting her in a very unbalance position. At this moment I made her a crook and she fell on the ground, just aside the surprisingly-not-yet-a-cadaver teenager girl who was shocking in her own blood. I rushed my blade towards Mara's chest, but right as I was about to win, she rolled to the right and my knife crashed on the earth, making a very unpleasant noise. Mara jumped on me, making us fighting on the ground in a way less classy way. I punched her, than she kicked me, than I cut her face, than she threw away my angel blade and cut me really hard on my left side, before smashing me on the ground with her whole body, her hands firmly gripping my wrist, her crazy eyes staring right at me.

- You really are that much arrogant, that you though even for a second that you could resisted me?

I smiled, and I spit on her face. She had a shiver and she chuckled.

- Really childish.

She approached her face from mine and when our noses were almost touching, she said:

- So, we said the tongue... any last word?

- Bitch.

I head-hit her and her first reflex was to bring back her hand on her forehead, freeing one of my hand. I quickly reach for a little back-up knife that I always keep under my coat. And I killed her. Her whole body started to light up from the inside, letting us perceive the skeleton, than everything stopped and the vessel dropped dead on the floor... or in this case on me. I grin as I toss out Mara's body, before standing up. Blood was coming out of my wound, staining my clothes... I looked at the damaged of my blue shirt with disappointment. Nothing was going to wash that off! My look crossed the eye of the finally dead teenager and I suddenly had the strong impression that she was saying something like: "LOL, you let this bitch soil your shirt"

- Shut up.

I said as I drawn back my knife. There are not a lot of things that can kill a demon. You can either use an angel blade (those are the easiest one to found), some other kind of more rare and powerful weapon and of course the exorcism, but that doesn't really kill them, it just sends them back to hell. Literally. With all the time I've spend looking in books and trying different kind of spell and mix, I did found a way to made a blade, that is not angelic, but can still kill demon. Sadly, the spell isn't easy to make and is take a lot of time and a lot of boring incantation, so I only made three of those beauty. The first one is the one I always keep with me and is the one I just use to kill this Bitch. The second one, I... huh... well it's kind of embarrassing... I sort of loose it. I was drunk. SO, the last one I keep it, along with other things, at my house that is fully ward against pretty much everything that is not me, inside a really safe... safe... that is hide under my floor. I walked and took back my own angel blade, along with Mara's one. I already have way more angel blade that I need. Those blades are, or were, as there name are saying, the propriety of an angel. Every angel got one and they are the more common thing that you can use to kill an angel. Previously, the chance of finding one of those were just about as the same of founding a good movie prequel, but since the whole Michel versus Lucifer angel apocalypse crap, there is so many of those bastards that I don't know what to do with them anymore! So... after a time, I decide to trade them to Crowley. The deal is simple, every angel blade I have in extra, plus 15% of my soul's income; in exchange I don't have to take any order from any demon. I am a hundred percent free, just as long as I don't became a problems for my b... boss. My boss Crowley... And I really love it. So, I stretch a bit my wings before teleporting to hell's earth embassy. When I arrived, there was a band of demon, talking to Crowley who was drinking a glasses of what I presume was a very fine whiskey. He was sitting in his big black throne-y style chair, in this old brick-made abandon building, but there was some kind of hell style there... When Crowley saw me he smile and I smiled back. It wasn't the case of any other demon though; most of them were looking at me in a hateful way. Pfff! Jealous. You see most of them would kill to have my place, a deal like that with the king of hell isn't an easy thing to get. But they are just minion; they don't have this necessary sparkle that you have to have if you want to be an outsider. Beside... sigh... maybe I should mention that I and the king share a special bond. Only a few people are aware that I am Crowley's sister, and we intend to keep it like that. And even if we are sibling, we forced ourselves to keep a reasonable... I wouldn't call it friendship... maybe more like partnership relation. The thing is if we get to close, or show that we cared for each other, people wouldn't stopped to use each other to get to the other and that would suck. So we keep it down and professional.

- You can take your leave. I have more interesting business to take care of. Said Crowley to every other demon in the room, with is strong British accent.

I used to have one too, but sadly I lost it trough time, sometime when I get angry it suddenly resurfaced.

- But sir, what do we do about-

- I said, take your leave.

Repeated Crowley while looking angrily at his subject. On this side, me and my brother are very alike; we both found other demon incredibly dump and boring and we are not hiding it. Don't worry; they don't hide the fact that they hate us either. Or if they try it doesn't work. Crowley's minions leaved us and Crowley said:

- Long time no see, sis. What bring you here?

- Don't get over excited, I only came here for my daily payment.

I said as I tender the angel blade to my brother. He took it, quickly looked at it, but rapidly put it away.

- I'm guessing you recently had some problems? I chuckle.

- What gave it all away?

- Your face mostly. I mean you are ugly. But usually not that ugly. I sighed.

- Yeah, a gift from one of Amon's minion… If it continues like this, soon I'll need a new vessel. It's a waste, really, I liked this one.

There was a small silence before I said:

- Anyway, I guess I kind of looked for it. But enough of me, how are you doing brother?

Crowley rolled his eyed, loudly sighing.

- Don't even talk about it. You have no idea how boring it is to listen to all of those dumb-asses. They can't solve anything by themselves and there's always one or two who are trying to double cross me. I'm dying of boredom! If it wasn't from this whole tablet's thing I don't know I would do.

Those tablets that he was referring are stone tablets full of inscription, they were created by god himself in the begin of time and write down by the angel Metatron, (wish is a douche by the way) for, at least theoretically, mankind defence against supernatural. Those inscriptions could only be read by a prophet of the Lord and blah, blah, blah and blah, blah, blah. Where it became interesting is that each of these tablets talked about a specific kind of monster, explaining in detail every weakness, spell, history, curse and other stuff of theirs. Everything was written down. If anyone could have all this knowledge, there is nothing he couldn't do. The thing is, right now, the only tablet Crowley have is (half of) the demon tablet. And he doesn't have Kevin Tran. (He is the current prophet). My brother is trying to get possession of the rest of the demon tablet, the prophet, (who, I think, is in the possession of the Winchester Bro… Seriously, all those information about demon in their hand! Even I am trying to find this tablet.). Crowley is as well looking for the angel tablet. If he finally found all of those, he would probably be one of the most powerful demons since Lucifer. But let get back to right now. I looked at my brother and said:

- Hey, that's exactly why I don't want to be the king of hell. Too many dummy walking around.

Crowley chuckled before saying:

- Concerning Amon, I think I might be able to help you.

- Really? Nice, what's your price?

Something you go to know about red-eye Demon, they love deal, trade or any other kind of contract. It's stronger than them; they want to ask something in exchange. Even when they are close with someone, they got to ask for a deal. The best you can get is a small price, some bonus merchandise from their side or they count it in debt. As for me and my brother we have a particular deal, information have a price, but in a fight we must go to the rescue of the other. Of course this deal as blank spot, but it kind of fits us.

- Well, about a mount ago one of Amon's boys stole an object of mine.

- What happen? You let your guard down?

- Very funny. Regrettably, I wasn't there when the object in question was stolen. I can assure you that if it was the case, this would never have happen and this filthy traitor would be drowning in his own blood as we are talking.

- I believe you. So, I imagined you want me to recuperate this… what is it by the way?

- A chalice of Fafnir's blood.

- Fafnir's blood? Really? You think it will be enough to decipher the Demon tablet. I don't want to disappointed you brother, really I don't but those are the word of gods, only a prophets could-

- It's not for the tablets.

He said on an aggressive tone, but he quickly get back to a more kindly voice as he add:

- It's for deciphering a spell, to locate the current prophet. I shrugged satisfy.

- Well, as soon as I have the location of the bastard I will bring Fafnir's blood to my beloved brother.

I respond, putting emphasis on the "beloved" in a marvellous sarcastic way.

- I heard he was somewhere around Burlington, it's a city in Maine.

- Wow, he really is in the middle of nowhere.

- Yeah, I guess he wanted to lay low for a while… he stole you, hide alone with his gang and now after years of silence radio, one of his follower suddenly found me and tried to bring me to him… I don't know for you, but I think this guy is preparing something.

- I would be surprise if it wasn't the case.

I took a deep breath before saying:

- Well than, to the next time. Always a pleasure to work with you.

- See you next time, Baal.

I wave my hand to my brother and took my leave. Outside, Crowley's demon where still waiting, pills of paper in their hand.

- Keep it on guys! I said to them.

Nobody answered, making me look like an idiot. I loudly sighed and put my hand in my pocket as I remember that nobody enjoyed my presence here. I teleported back to my home and I immediately felt better. Fire was warmly burning in the chimney; outside a snow was falling making me even more enjoying the heat of the flame. I suddenly, as my gaze arose on it, recall that I still had a butt load of my home-made chips just waiting for me to eat them. And for nothing in the world I would disappoint them, so I took the time to eat them as I did absolutely nothing else. Sadly, I soon hit the bottom of the bowl. I wipe my hands who were cover in different sort of spices (not salt. Salt burn demon. ) on my pant, before packing up a few object that could come handful; a gun full of salt rock bullet (to use only in last resort, this son of a bitch is a pain to load), my trustful demon-killing knife… (Guess I should found a real name for it one day), an angel blade. A bottle of holy water (this also burn demon) and finally a red paint spray can, for sigils of protection, attack or devil trap. Never forget where you put those. Never. Once a demon walks on it, it's trap until someone change or destroyed the trap, or with a hell of a time you can kind of lock picking it. But, unless you are one bad ass demon, it takes for ever to do so! As I was collecting my stuff, I once again tough that hunt demon when you are yourself one is something. It took me two day to found where Amon was hiding. It was an abandon farm fully ward against any kind of location spell. Weird enough to be it. Right now, I was observing it from a reasonable distance. There were a few demons guarding it but nothing more. I wasn't very surprise Amon is more like the kind of guy who don't have a lot of friend. He prefers to choose a few demons that he trusts and they are responsible for transferring his order. I can respect that, but now it just made me laugh because no matter his precaution, I still betrayed him. There weren't any more than five guards… If I took my time it is possible. I took the spray can and I made carefully made a devil trap on a big rock near by, before covering it with branches and leaf. I than goes by to the farm, wait for a demon to be just a little isolate and I threw him a rock. He looked into my direction, intrigued and frustrated. He walked into the wood that were surrendering the farm and he quickly saw me, waiting there against a three, his eyes turn black like if he was trying to showed me that he was angry. As only respond I simply present to him my middle finger. He grunt before running towards me, I rapidly teleport on the top of the rock where I previously painted a Devil trap. The black-eye demon followed me, but just as he was passing in front of the rock a pull the foliage camouflage. He suddenly stopped, trap in the devil trap. I smile; strangely he did quite the opposite.

- What do you want?

I didn't answer. I sat down, crossing my legs on the rock. Meticulously, avoiding that one of my legs passes in fronts of the Devil trap. My prisoner grunted.

- Who are you!? He shouted, I stayed quiet.

I don't talk that much one the jobs, even less with amateur. I took my gun. I pointed it as his head without a word.

- Who are you!? What do you want?! I-I can gave it to you. Just think about-

He shouted, but it was fear that makes him talk. I shot him. Lightning run through his entire body, before he fell on the floor, dead. I chug in my gun, before putting it back inside my coat. I walked back to the farm, but I never had the time to get there, as three demons, that were probably beckoned by the gunshot, cross my part. There were two men and a woman; all of them were holding an angel blade.

- Who are you? Asked the first man.

He probably were around fifteen years' old, he was wearing a jacket above a dark-green shirt and a jeans. I reacted within a fraction of second.

- No need to worry, it was just a human. You can get back to your post now.

- I said who are you? He repeated.

I sighed.

- I'm Mara. You dump ass. I had to choose a new vessel after the meeting with Baal. This bitch destroyed the old one.

They seemed a bit less aggressive, but they were definitively still suspicious. This disguise wouldn't last and I knew it.

- Mara. You are late… what took you so long?

- Like I said: Baal trapped me.

- Looks like you're losing the hand… I hope for you that you still have the spell Amon gave you.

Crap.

- Sure. It's in my pocket.

The demon lifts his hand to me, asking me for the spell in question. I sighed and put my hand in my pocket, of course when I pull it out; I wasn't holding a spell, but a knife. I throw it as fast as I could. The blade flew in the air and skewed the demon head, right between the eyes. That was a nice shot. Event though I shouldn't have been, I was kind of proud of myself. A string of blood run on the demon forehead and fell on the ground. Not long after the body followed. The other demons react fast, the woman attacked me on the left and I hardly had the time to block it with my angel blade. The other one than ran at me and tried to hit me on the back, but I knocked him with my elbow. The woman than took an other shot, targeting my neck. I bend and avoid the hit, I than stabbed her in the stomach. I felt the weight of his body falling on me. I tried to push it away, but the time it took me was enough to allow the other demon to put his angel blade on my throat. As soon as I felt the cold metal, I freeze. And sighed. I looked up to the demon. Who ordered me to drop my weapon, which I did.

- Mara didn't survive her mission, isn't?

- No.

- Than you must be Baal.

- So, what if I am? I killed your entire little herd. You should kill me right now.

He looked surprised. I chuckled.

- But you won't. You want to prove to Amon, what you are worth. You were the one who could capture me when no other could. Not even Mara. I guess you must be pretty proud of yourself, I am right? I mean I would. Though, honestly, we both know that Amon would never threat you like you deserve, because Amon is a coward. I mean, seriously what are you doing with someone like him? You deserve better than this idiot. So, how about a deal? You let me walk free and you and me we take on him. Fifty-fifty on everything we found with him, and bonus, I'll let you kill him. What do you think? It's a fair deal.

He chuckled, but I saw on incomprehension on his face, maybe even doubt.

- You really think I'm that stupid? You just want me to free you and as soon I will turn my back you will kill me.

Honestly, I would just stab him; I wouldn't wait till this idiot turn down his guard to get rid of him. He continues.

- And if I was ever to betray Amon, it wouldn't be for someone like you. Demons like you are insult to our kind. You talk like if you even had a chance to win against Amon, but you couldn't even take over his guard. You are ridiculous. I don't understand why Amon is so interested in you… If it were me, I would torture you, just for fun, before killing you net and clean.

He chuckled, I didn't'.

- You know, maybe I should rebel against Amon a little bit. If I kill you, nobody would blame me. Hell! Nobody would even know that you were here! I would say that you were a hunter and that I killed you. End of the story.

I felt his blade pressing more and more on my flesh.

- This is your last warning. Let me go. Now.

This time he laughed.

- Or your going to do what? Stare to me till I drop dead?

I didn't say anything. I eject myself from my current vessel. Immediately, a impressive amount of red smock came out of the vessel mouths and goes possess the only other body still alive remaining, the demon's one. When a vessel is posses by more than one entity, there is a fight for the body. The most powerful entity than gain full control of the body. Until the, the vessel became unconscious. As for the entitles, they appeared in some kind of false world built by the mind of the vessel. Kind of like a dream that the human shut himself up. That's where I appeared. I looked around me to realize that I was in what looks like a dusty bar. On one of the table, was lying a man. Well not any man, the exact same man as the one I was possessing. I approached him to realize that he was deeply knocked out. I guess I don't have to worry about him. I turn back to realized that behind me was standing the demon. I grab the first thing that I found: a bottle of bier, and I smashed it on his head. He walk back, shocked by the hit, and I took advantage of his confusion to push him against the bar. His whole buddy, slide on the marble, he hit a few bottle of glasses, throwing glass everywhere before he crashed on the other side. I rejoined him as fast as I could hand before he could even realized what was happening to him, I started strangling him. He fought, and desperately tried to push my hand away as I was gripping his troth stronger and stronger. More the time was passing and less he had the energy to fight. His eyes had become black and his face red. Not long after he died and his body evaporated. I killed him. He had no chance, it is one thing to fight outside, but when you fight for a vessel, it's a whole different thing. I took controlled of the body. I get up and look around. In front of me was lying my old meat suit. I sighed, like I said I liked it. I turn back and started walking in direction of the farm. Once I arrived, I enter by the front door, holding my blade. The inside was mostly empty, aside from some racks full of different object and a table with some chair on the other side of the place. I walked in, there were only one room and no real place to hide… so where the heck was Amon? Once I was sure that I was alone, I lay down my weapon and started looking at the different items that were scatter all across the place. I took all the books that look to me like remotely useful. I, than, took one or two random object (whose Fafnir's blood... huh... it's half empty) before looking at the table, there, there was a card game. A blood chalice (those thing are metal bowl that work like a telephone but for demon. You fill it with blood, say a lain sentence and the name of the people you want to walk to and the people will be able to hear you and to answer.) And, there was also a letter. I took it and start reading it, it was in Enochian. The angel language. Most demon can't talk it, but than I'm not most demon, aren't I? The short story, it was taking that Amon had business elsewhere and that he wouldn't be back soon. I grunt and lend against a table. And my gaze crosses a glass that was just aside from the edge of the board. I pushed it and the sound of broken glasses gave me a smile. I sighed and after giving the place a last look, cleaning up every trace that could lead Amon to me, I teleported back home. My fire as extinct and it was since a long time ago. I put a few new logs and snapped my finger. Nothing happen. I closed my eye, concentrate, and tried once again. When I opened my eyes a warm and luminous fire was burning in my chimney. I smiled. Pyro-telekinesis is on hell of a bitch. It took my century before being able to only start a sparkle between my hands. And using it in a fight would be dreaming awake. But at least now I don't have to go trough the problems of firing up my fire. I sat a moment on the ground, watching the flames. I chuckled as a joke cross my mind. How do you call a dead Winchester? You don't call them; they came back on their own. I looked behind me, like if I wanted to share this with someone, but… Right, I'm lonely. I suddenly heard a scratching sound coming by my front door. I smiled, just when I needed her. I opened the door and a cold wind came in along with a great big black dog, with fire eyes. It was my hell hound Gryf. It wasn't the biggest of her kind, but it has one of the sharpest claws and fang I have ever seen. I smiled and start talking to her with that stupid voice that everyone uses when they're talking to dog or to a baby. Gryf! Good doggy! Who is a merciless killer? Yes, it's you. Yes, it's you! Good girl! Gryf's tongue was dangling out of his mouth and its small tail was shaking. It run at me and crashed against me, making me fall in the ground. As soon as I touch the ground she start liking my face, I pushed her away while laughing. I got rid of the spit that was covering my face and Gryf start to calm down. Apparently, she had finally killed the guy in Ohio. For those who don't know, demon can't be everywhere and most of us, instead of going killing every people who made a ten year deal around the world, we send our hell hound. They do the job for us, are invisible for human and are pretty badass creature. Hell hound, the demon's best friend. It's the only thing I know I can trust 100% if I ever need help. I walk to the kitchen and pen the fridge inside there was old nachos, some sandwich, a couple of beer, 1/3 of a virgin, pizza, I... I think this used to be chicken... and a bag full of very bloody different type of meat. I took the bag and a piece of meat, as soon as it saw me Gryf got up and approached. I kindly gave it the order to sat, she obeyed, but its eyes couldn't get off of the meat. I put the meat on the ground, wait a bit and than allowed it to ate the food. I had just even start talking that she jumped on it, making disappeared, what probably used to be a hand, in one bite. She, than, start to happily licked the blood that rest on the ground. I also licked the blood that I still as one my fingers as I looked for something to eat. I took the nachos and sat on my big blue sofa, before opening my television. I went on Netflix and started an episode of doctor who. What a great show. Anyway, it was the middle of the night and I didn't felt like going anywhere else.

End of part 1

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