Uhm, not much to say here…this is simply an opener. A prologue…Updating will be slow because I'm preparing to travel abroad on Tuesday, and on Tuesday I'll be gone to Russia. I'm unsure how much time I'll have to update this…but I hope I catch a few fans! ;)
This is the story of how I die…
Death is such a hard thing to write about. Chuck tapped lightly on the keyboard's keys as he readjusted his glasses and reached for the glass of cheap whiskey on the desk. He eyed the sentence that acted as the opener to his new book—The Balancer. This one was going to take the Supernatural fans for a spin. It was a sort of side story to the actual plotline, but one that the Archangel had shown him to write out to the world. Those who only wished to hear about Sam and Dean were going to feel disappointment with this, Chuck knew, but he had no other choice.
As long as I make enough to live till the next book, then I should be fine. Chuck thought before downing his whiskey.
It was possible that this book would become even more of a hit than some of the others. When Chuck had revealed that The Trickster was, in fact, Gabriel the fan base had gone nuts. His reappearance in the new book might keep it going. Chuck was unsure how the fandom was going to take a Supernatural book…from the new perspective of a demon. Granted, this wasn't just some run-of-the-mill demon. At least, from what he'd seen so far.
It was still odd that it had become his job to write this when he was only supposed to write about things concerning Sam and Dean Winchester. He was writing the "Winchester Gospel", or so he was told. His blue eyes trailed to the title and he mauled over it. The Balancer…a balance in what, perspective…? He pinched the bridge of his nose and squeezed his eyes shut at the oncoming migraine. He was going to need that vodka bottle he'd claimed earlier. The whiskey wasn't going to cut it this time.
The loud clacking of the keys picked up as Chuck continued his new work. The new vision was well on its way and he felt a slight determination to get as much written of what he'd already seen before gaining more material. This was going to be a long, long night…and Chuck was so not prepared.
Yes, quite short...but just a prologue, again.