Chronicles of Absolution: The Absolution Chronicles

Chapter 1

Then

… "The Malachi shall come bearing the blade that shall bring Absolution to the world."

… It was like feeling the clasp of a friend's hand as the metal of the pommel touched her palms. Her fingers closed around the handle and twisting upwards, she slashed Goren across the chest, drawing blood. With a twist, she jammed her blade upwards and into the cranium and held on. She said, "May you find absolution in Hell."

… "The Malachi will be born of the light and the darkness."

… There are those that are born, those that are made and those that dance in the shadows… What I am: offspring of the vampire and human. Part of Romani legend. The Chaser name was based upon the description of the lore.

… "The Malachi bears compassion for all including enemies."

… "I would have shown mercy Joseph. It would have been a hard life in whatever sentence you would have been given but you would have lived and that would have made her happy and that would have made me happy."

Angela didn't look back but called back to Joseph, "You have a choice. I suggest you get out and change."

… "The Malachi will traverse the different realms."

… "Yeah and so far I've been sent to the realm between the realms. I don't even remember about when I died," Angela replied. "I don't even know where I ended up so I would hardly call it traversing."

… "The Malachi bears the ability to lead men and inspire loyalty."

… Angela shrugged her shoulders. "I've been able to lead people when they needed to unite. I've been one to lead people to safety on rescue missions. I did it because I had to."

… "The Malachi shall rise from the dead bearing the power of compassion and empathy; the powers that run deep within the blood."

… "News flash Cas, most abilities of born creatures of the night are linked to the blood. That is the way of things; how the… Creator made it so."

"I believe you called it six degrees of the supernatural."

"You… you were born that way and you did say that the monsters and demons came from the same stock. In a way it is… more acceptable."

… "The Malachi will be trained by the warrior royalty."

… "So it gives me pleasure to formally adopt Shifa' as my daughter and will be henceforth a princess of the Nile," Hapi finished. He was beaming as he gathered Angela towards him to present her to the nobility and it was a relief that she wasn't required to speak yet since it was rather a shock that she was announced as a daughter rather than part of the nobility. It certainly was added to when Hapi took her into a hug and said that she did well as his daughter and that he was proud of her in ancient Egyptian.

… "Abba always keeps Ima safe."… "Those are for Ima and Abba," Hibah said. She looked up at Dean with solemn eyes. She had followed him hugging Boomer close to her chest. "Ima and Abba special apples."

… "It was requested at celestial levels," Satet replied sadly, "Of the Malachi of Absolution."

Angela knew now. She was being called into service once again. The balance of the world was being threatened. "Have they attacked innocents?"

… what do you mean by that?"

Angela looked at Satet and looked down. Sighing she replied, "Setna was trying to stop it. He found me again and he was trying to stop it."

It took a moment for Satet to comprehend what Angela was saying. She had feared that what gave her newest daughter nightmares would return. She had that feeling ever since she had been brought to the sanctuary to recuperate from her ordeal in the Pit…

… "It is what I do and what I swore, princess." Setna looked at Angela with a gentle look full of tenderness. "It is for you because it is you. Not because of what you will mean to the world. You are worth it." He gave her a kiss to her cheek before turning around to face the demon.

… It felt like getting hit by a hammer or shot at but it was a big shock.

Oh god. I'm in love with Sam.

… "You're not my Sammy."

"Oh I am Sammy," the double sneered, "But the best kept secret. Even I don't know it." The double grinned at Sam while still holding onto Angela who was pulling to be let go. He looked at her and asked, "I wonder if you would ever be able to raise a hand against us?"

… "Stay with you pwease?"

Sam was going to say no but it was difficult when she burrowed in next to him and cuddled. The only thing that was visible was her face looking up at him and she had her puppy eyes on. He couldn't say no and he understood better Dean's predicament when he gave the look. He sighed and smiled, "Okay."

The response was her smiling up at him and her tiny arm trying to wrap around his torso in a hug. She cuddled next to him and gave a yawn before saying, "Pwotects my Sammy." She then closed her eyes and went to sleep.

… "It's okay, Sam. Everything feels right."

Sam looked down at Angela. Her breathing was low and it was evident she was going back to sleep. But what she said…

"'S good… n feel… safe."

Sam blinked as he watched her go back to sleep. She hadn't moved so he was pinned there but he didn't mind. He was willing to suffer pins in his legs or whatever else for her. She was safe now. He looked down and looked at his hands covered in scrapes and bruises. He could hear Carter taunting and laughing at him as he glanced at her sleeping. He wasn't going to be able to sleep anytime soon so he adjusted as best as he could and prepared to stay awake all night… just in case.

… Sam wondered what she was doing. At first he thought she was going to hit him and he wouldn't blame her if he knew whatever wrong he had done. But when she just relaxed like that and looked at him. It baffled him and he looked back at her, trying to make sense why she was leaning forward.

He got his answer when he heard her say something softly and she leaned upon tip toe and placed the back of her two first fingers on the left side of his neck and stroked downwards in a single stroke that was soft and gentle. It had him frown in surprise when it was followed by the soft breath she gave before kissing him on the slope of his neck. It was the perfect spot and it sent a good shiver down his spine but it was enough to have him just stand there.

… She is shy you know. Mostly around you.

… Releasing her sleeve, he reached up with his right hand and with his two first fingers he pressed the tips gently to the left side of her neck. He tried not to notice her wide eyed expression of surprise but he couldn't help but look her in the eye as he slowly and almost seductively brought his fingers down the side of her neck down to the collar bone. He finished by leaning forward and planted a kiss in the same spot she did, letting his breath linger slightly before pulling back…

… Sam normally would have kissed her cheek but he took a chance and leaned in to capture her lips. She didn't resist and he was encouraged to continue the kiss. He ended it and whispered, "Good night," before leaving. It was a special night…

… He was about to leave when she grabbed his hand. He turned to look at her and found her standing up and holding what he had given her. The expression on her face at first was indiscernible but the way she held his hand… His fingers tightened around her hand gently as she placed her other hand on top of hers and he saw it. He saw the lotus…

… "I skipped out of Heaven, had a face transplant, carved out my own little corner of the world… Till you two screwed it all up." He pointed accusingly at the Winchesters. "And you dragged Absolution to pick up the pieces of your mess."

"I have to sit back and watch my own brothers kill each other, thanks to you two! And I have to watch the earthbound sister get pulled into it and there is no telling if she'll come out alive."

… Angela paused in the middle of her running to look around. She knew that he would anticipate certain moves. She had to do things that he wouldn't expect. She glanced around until she found what she was looking for: a pool of mud. Angela looked down at her clothes and shoes and groaned. She had to though since they were blind except for scent. Unlike them, she knew how to disguise scents. It was a good thing she left her jacket at the cabin. Taking a glob of mud, she applied it onto her arm and smeared it on.

It didn't take long to get the mud all over her body including her clothes. The wind had started picking up when she applied the last of it onto her face. The wind carried their scent towards her and she breathed it in. She didn't need a mirror to know that her eyes were glowing in response. She heard the thunder rumble. They were coming.

… Suddenly the scent of blood, fellow slayer blood assaulted her senses. She looked forward and found that there were some of the commander's men missing. The group had stopped in the middle of a clearing with chest high shrubbery. She couldn't see anything. She glanced over at another slayer. One second he was there when the lightning flashed. When it flashed again, there was nothing there. She heard a yell and the group stopped to look around…

… Crowley stood looking at her and appreciated the well-toned body and musculature as well as the beauty. He had seen her in action against the little shit Lykos and was rather surprised at her asking for mercy. He had heard the stories too. He replied, "As far as the little human dealing devil goes, she did what I wanted her to do though I didn't quite expect the end results."

Angela couldn't help it and picked up the piping etched with the sigils. She held it like she would a sword and held it up to view with appreciation at the handiwork. She replied, "I suppose you didn't but then again you knew that I wouldn't part with it so easily."

… Crowley grinned at Angela. He took a step forward only to have a bullet shot his way but it hit the wall behind him. It was close and he could tell that it was iron rounds. He frowned in surprise at her and wondering what hell she was doing.

"I'm pissed at you," Angela replied with the pout still on her face. Her features were also contorted into a sort of sly look. "Come closer."

Crowley narrowed his eyes in suspicion. He took a tentative step forward. The next shot nearly took off his foot. "Damn it woman what are you trying to do?"

"I said come closer," Angela replied in a mocking tone as she pointed her silenced gun upward. She raised her brow slightly and motioned with her fingers for Crowley to come closer. "Come on Crowley."

… "Rumors, innuendo, sent out on the grapevine," Crowley rattled off a little bored. "Did you know that there are countless rumors regarding my sweetheart here? I mean the tales of her actually eating demons and shooting lasers out of her eyes… completely farfetched but all part and parcel of the legend of the Malachi of Absolution."

… Malachi of Absolution…

Now

2405, Somewhere in Kansas

The place was in the middle of nowhere and had been rundown and abandoned since 2016. As far as anyone knew, it was an old bunker of sorts like the kind of bomb shelter the crazies made. It was out in the middle of nowhere so it was understandable that no one would even notice it there. The road to get to it was off the beaten path and fairly isolated. The trees in the forest helped too.

The only way anyone would know that this place was here was if they knew about it. That and tracing the omens of strange occurrences within a five mile radius of the place that also occurred during certain times of the year. It was random enough to be missed unless you were a hunter. That and you knew someone who was a freaking tech genius with computers and shit.

Jensen De Lauzon surveyed the main door while crouched near the large tree he was talking point by. He studied the structure with a practiced eye, his hazel green eyes with gold flecks flickered from force of habit and the fact that it was hereditary in his line. His locks gave him what his cousin called him a shaggy appearance for a six foot four moose and they flitted across his forehead as a slight breeze passed by. His nostrils flared slightly and he nodded. This place definitely had the scent.

Now that you had your chance to be like the 'elders' can you admit that I was right?

Jensen twitched his lips in a smile as he replied, "Okay, Riley. You're right."

Woohoo! Now who's the master?

Jensen grinned as he watched the door, "You are Cousin. You are." He took a breath and added, "This old bunker is definitely the source of all the activity. I'm surprised that no other hunters picked this up."

Well the omens are so random that there was no obvious pattern. I think we got lucky with that demon shit the Doublemint twins came across.

"You know Lira and Laura don't like it when you call them that."

Not my fault they look exactly alike. And they like just about the same… everything. And they are bitches.

Jensen sighed in good humor at that. He knew that his cousin and that particular pair of hunters always bickered like little children and he had to be the parent. He was the eldest after all since they started their little group of hunters and odd jobs. The odd jobs were how they were able to be financially afloat and some were not exactly through legal means. Their crew pretty much knew the ins and outs of being thieves and the like.

Riley Harrison was his cousin and she was a brilliant with computers. She was their hacker. She was responsible for all their cover IDs, security surveillance, comms… anything tech she made and maintained. She also was a little impulsive at times and often used gamer references. She had a vocabulary all on her own.

Lira and Laura were hunters and grifters. They were good at reading people and they often would trade IDs. It was handy on certain jobs and certainly annoying when they decided to mess with the team. They were identical twins and often would do that talking while not speaking thing between them. People got the impression they were psychic but really it was regulating their abilities including reminding them when the full moon was.

Then there was C.B. He was essentially the hitter. He loved a good fight as per his people and had an uncanny knack for spells and wards. So he was also the researcher/librarian. Of course he had trained to be one and would dress essentially… nerdy. He would the button downs under the sweaters and nice slacks. He looked like a college preppie but he packed a mean punch and had a nice set of teeth to go with it.

Together they formed the Guardians. It was not really original but Riley insisted on it since she had a thing for Avian lore. The girl loved anything that was a rarity and it only added to her spunkiness. She also liked hunting and it constantly had Jensen on edge when she went on a simple salt and burn. He always thought she would have been better in a legal job and not in the family business but she made her choice. The best he could do was to look after her and teach her how to protect herself.

That left him as the mastermind and healer of their group. He often planned their cons and executed them with the precision he did with ganking the things that went bump in the night. He also was the one that did the patch up jobs. He was the lucky one that inherited the gift. It certainly had Aunt Claudia wishing he went to medical school. But he chose hunting and never looked back. It felt right even though he did have a college degree.

It was a standard rule of the family. The minimum requirement to hunt was a high school diploma. Higher education was encouraged or at least in personal development. After all the difference between a good job done and life versus a crappy job and death was knowing what you were up against and how to kill it. So he completed a four year degree and did use it to bring in extra money much like the more studious members that came before him.

This job came on their radar when the twins took out a demon that was doing a ritual. They later found out that it was a locator spell, new and improved from what they had seen. The demon was looking for something. So Riley went to work with the databases and everyone put out their feelers and it led to Kansas to this bunker.

Jensen surveyed the area when he heard a low rumble. He looked down and grinned before reaching out and rubbing the black German Shepherd mix. "I know Sam. We've got one."

Please don't start on the puppy talk. You spoil her.

"She's a tracker and a little bit of harridan. And she's the best Wilder," Jensen defended his dog.

Right. Oh by the way I got a potential for that little ass hat you've been trying to imprint.

"Great."

In addition to hunting and providing occasional stuff for hunters, Jensen raised Wilders. It was more of a family tradition since the first breeder became one as part of a joke and part accident. They carried the supernatural rights to do so in the amulets they wore, which he did with one other pendant. Plus their Wilders were highly prized even though there were several good breeders of the dogs bred for the hunt. So he was obligated to keep up the tradition.

And he has that tome you were so keen on getting.

"Fair trade if the pup imprints," Jensen commented. He stood up and looked at the entrance before saying, "I'm going in Riley." He picked up the shotgun he had leaned against the tree and made sure his salt rounds were loaded and cocked the gun.

Copy that mon capitan. Be careful since we have no idea what is in there.

"You don't have to tell me twice," Jensen replied before tapping his ear to put her on mute. AS much as he liked her chatter, he preferred not to have it when on a hunt. It was also on just in case he needed information and fast. It worked well when they were conducting their side business for the people that didn't have the power to fight back against the rich and powerful.

Patting Sam on the shoulder, he advanced slowly while watching his step. Even though the freaky stuff had been around since the beginning and long before him, the fuglies were like other people; they adapted when the old ways couldn't work anymore. It was a new form of battle against the supernatural.

Making his way through the forest, Jensen remembered the first time he had his big test in tracking and survival fitness. His mother taught him everything physical and had organized the test. His uncle administered it. Dad… Jensen liked to think that his dad was proud of him. He had never met the man since he died in a hunt before he was born and it was protecting his mother. So you could say the life chose him and he embraced it.

There is always a choice, son. If you want this life you have to choose it.

I chose it Mom. And I love it.

He was going to continue when his ears picked up something that no normal human would have heard. He felt his muscles stiffen and he maneuvered his body as he swung his shotgun around and ended up pointing it at none other than Riley. She had her hands up and telling him to chill. He merely said, "Fuck, Riley. How many times have I told you never to sneak up on a hunter?"

"3527 times," she deadpanned. At his look she added, "I counted."

Jensen lowered his shotgun. "What the hell are you doing here? I thought you'd be manning command."

"Still am," Riley replied as she pulled out her tablet and waved it at him. Her dark hair was cut short in a pixie cut and allowed her rich brown eyes to twinkle like a mischievous imp. "Besides I wanted to see."

"It's too dangerous."

"You say that about every hunt you take me on. How am I supposed to be as good as you if you don't take me along?"

If there was one thing that was both annoying and typical of their family, it was their ability to argue with logic. It certainly annoyed the elder members when it was used in sarcasm. Jensen knew she had him. Sighing he replied, "Alright but you listen to me and do what I say when I say. Got it?"

"Geez, yes," Riley replied with a huff. She pulled up the shotgun she brought along.

"How did you follow me?"

"Zoe. Seriously your obsession with something that kills fossil fuels like you do tacos is disturbing." Riley made a face like she was witnessing something weird. "Electric is faster."

"But when the system goes down, Zoe is the only thing that is running. Remember the blackout in Boulder last year?" Jensen grinned at her as he led the way to the door to the bunker.

"Yeah, yeah. Oh and I lied about a potential hunter. Little asshat met him and bit his hand. I swear, he only cares about feeding and fighting. Thank God he hasn't learned the last one." Riley adjusted her grip on her gun as she followed her cousin.

"Cisco is just a late bloomer," Jensen countered when something caught his eye and he walked over towards it.

"You say that about all of them. You're an old softie with the puppies. No wonder Samantha here picked you," Riley countered as she gestured towards the dog that moved forward to sniff what her cousin found. She saw it and joined him. "What's up Cousin?"

"We're not alone."

A/N: Here we are and in the year 3405 and we still have the monsters and stuff. Looks like we have the main character Jensen Collins who looks suspiciously like Sam as he hunts with his cousin Riley Harrison. Looks like they aren't alone. Who is it? Stay tuned for next time on The Absolution Chronicles...