This takes place during Lucifer Rising but that is where the similarities between this story and the show ends. I hope that you enjoy it!
I know that you never asked for it, but I hope that you will accept this as a thank you for everything. This is for you, ImpassionedWriter.
Chapter 1: The Message
Man taught that the devil was the root of all evil and that he was the one who whispered dark thoughts in your ear while God was the only one who can keep him at bay. What man does not know is that Lucifer has been locked away in a Cage since the beginning of man. His demons, which he created to keep him company, were not as confined as their master. They were the ones who killed humans and made them do evil things for their own amusement. Lucifer had no part in the lives of man from his prison cell.
No matter what man taught, nothing could get through the walls of his Cage. The Archangel had spent thousands of years trying to escape using all of the power he possessed with nothing to show for it. Not even a scratch was etched on the walls. The only thing that could let the devil out of his Cage was when the Apocalypse was at hand and the sixty six Seals were broken. That is what would free him- nothing else could even scratch at the walls let alone break them down.
The Cage itself was seemingly endless. It was a dark hole where there was no light and no heat. Being an Archangel, Lucifer was able to alter the room around him when he pleased, but for most of the time he kept his home empty and dark with the exception of the glow of his Grace. The vast darkness made him feel as if there was more to him than the evil diety everyone assumed he was. He liked feeling as if he were capable of something good and pure instead of being nothing more than just the devil. A monster among monsters. He wanted to believe there were parts of him that were still Holy no matter what man taught each other.
Everything Lucifer had grown accustom to changed the day Dean Winchester broke the first Seal. He had broken under Alister's torture and had agreed to torture others in exchange for being taken off of the rack. An innocent man had spilled the blood of others in Hell. That day a deep crevice had split down a wall marking the Seal had been broken. Light filtered through the the crack giving Lucifer his first glimpse of Hell since he fell. It had become something unrecognizable and indescribable from the firy pit it had been when he fell. He had been locked away for too long to have even seen what had become of the work he had done to Hell from his personal form of the kingdom his subjects could not wait to escape from.
Being the Ruler of Hell did not mean he had a physical hand in the goings on in Hell. It is not like he is depicted in books and stained glass windows. He does not sit on a throne of bones thinking of ways of torturing humans, stroking his beard and swishing his pointed tail. He told Lilith what he wanted and she carried it out for him, sending messages to him mentally on what was going on and who did what. He knew everything that went on in Hell even though most of the demons did not believe he even existed. His word was still law. No exceptions. Those who did not listen were punished by being broken of their rank and was made a soul once more to be tortured until they were able to build rank. That is how demons were made, after all, and that is how they were punished.
The day Dean had broken the Seal was the day everything in Hell changed. The demons began preparations for the Apocalypse and were not ready for the onslaught of angels as they fought for the body and soul of the hunter. The angels won, carrying the man out of Hell and back to the surface world. Lucifer watched the short battle from the crack in his Cage with a smile on his face. Finally, something interesting was happening.
As more Seals were broken by both Heaven and Hell more of the cracks formed allowing more light to penetrate the darkness accompanied by the heat of the flames that danced around his prison that warmed his Grace that had long ago frozen over. It was sitting by these cracks in the stone that Lucifer began to plan what he was going to do when he was finally free.
The first thing that he wanted to do was find what belonged to him and make his claim but he knew it would not happen the way he wanted it to. He would need time to gain the trust of the vessel that had been promised to him on the day he had been cast from Heaven. He needed to gain the trust of the gift he had been given by his father millions of years ago.
The problem was, God had a sense of humor and he knew getting to Sam Winchester and getting him to at least listen to him was going to be difficult and getting him to say yes would be even more so. Unlike demons, angels need to be given permission of the human to use their body. It did not matter though. Anything worth having was worth fighting for and Sam was definitely worth fighting for.
Finally, the time came. Sam had sent Lilith back to Hell and broke the final Seal, breaking the Cage open. Wasting no time, Lucifer spread his wings and flew through the portal that had been opened with Lilith's blood and into the human world that was on the cusp of ending.
It was in Saint Mary's Convent in Ilchester Maryland that Lucifer first laid eyes on his vessel. He was clutching at his brother, shielding the eyes he knew would be black as pitch with the demon blood coursing through his veins. He was perfect though there was no time to stop and admire what was his. He needed a vessel to be more than just a blinding white light of Grace. When he found a temporary vessel, he would find the brothers once more and get to work.
Joining the black cloud of the demon horde that had escaped just as he did, he made his way to Pike Creek Maryland where he knew the perfect man for the job was waiting to be picked like a grape.
...
Pike Creek, Delaware
It was the sound of a strangled cry that woke Nick from his sleep. It was the kind of crying that could only be made by a distressed infant and the sound frightened the man, making his heart skip a beat. After his son and wife had been murdered in a home invasion gone horribly wrong, Nick was alone in the world, no friends or family left. There was nobody else in the house, let alone children. The thought of hearing his dead child made the man's heart pound painfully in his chest. Turning to face the window, he tried to tune out the sound that would haunt him for the rest of his life.
He knew the sound was not real, that they were a figment of his imagination but it did not stop his body from wanting to react to the sound. He tried to think of anything other than the sound coming from the room next to his own, deciding on making patterns in the lace curtains that his late wife had insisted they get paying to attention to the way the street light poured in through the window and onto the floor. The longer he waited, the louder and more urgent the noise became until he found himself sitting up in bed.
Unable to ignore the crying sound, he pulled the comforter to the side as he placed his feet on the floor all the while his brain telling him to go back to sleep. His body did not listen. Instead he got out of bed and walked the two feet to the door. He tried to tell himself to calm down and to stay out of the room he knew would only bring him heartbreak and sorrow but he opened the door anyway and made his way to the room his son had occupied those few short months he had been alive.
The door opened easily, swinging open at the slightest touch. The crying had reached it's crescendo before making a choking noise before struggling for it's last breath and finally silence.
The silence was worse than the crying. It made everything feel more real than any noise that he had heard earlier in the night. Unable to control himself, tears began rolling down his face and his breathing hitched at the thought of that being the last sound his son had ever made before he died at the hands of a stranger. Soon he found himself sliding down the wall and into the fetal position, choking on the sobs that shook his body to the core during the onslaught of memories of his wife and son.
"Hello Nick."
The man looked up from his place on the floor, his back against the door frame and knees tucked under his chin. Standing on the other side of the crib that sat in the middle of the room was the one person he never thought he would ever see again.
"Sarah?" The wife that had died with his son. She offered a small smile.
"Forgive me for the intrusion but I need to speak with you and this was the only way to be sure I got your attention." Sarah walked around the crib, running a hand down the polished wood. "You have a greater purpose in life, Nick, and I need you to listen carefully before you make your decision."
The man was still sitting on the floor, staring up at his late wife, his mouth hanging open. Absently he nodded his head.
"I feel your pain, all of the heartache and the grief of loosing the family you thought would always be there. Everything you love taken from you, leaving you lost and broken." She crouched down before him, her eyes baring into his. "I know you have not been able to move on with your life now that your family is dead and that is the only reason I am able to ask this of you. You have been chosen, Nick. To be the vessel of Lucifer for the final battle with the Archangel Michael during the Apocalypse."
Nick looked at her, not quite understanding what was being asked of him. "Lucifer? Like the devil?" He asked.
Sarah grimaced at the wording. "It is a great honor to be the one fighting alongside him in the battle that will decide the fate of the world. Besides, without Sarah, what do you have to loose? What could stop you from agreeing to be the vessel?" She turned her head to the side.
Nick thought about what she said. It was true that he had given up after he lost everything he had near and dear to his heart but that did not mean he had nothing to live for. Did it? Sure, he was not as efficient at work, he stopped going out, and couldn't even look at another woman but that was just a part of his grieving. When he got over Sarah's death he would get back out there and start life anew but he just was not ready.
"Listen, if you give me permission to use your body, I can reunite you with your family. You will all be happy together, no more pain or sorrow."
Without thinking about what implications was hidden in the promise, Nick agreed. He gave Lucifer the body he needed.
Sarah was the last thing he saw before the house was filled with a bright light, blinding the man, before he felt nothing.
Lucifer stood, getting out of the fetal position Nick had been sitting in. The body had not been prepared, he had not ingested any demon blood and his soul had been burned out of his body, leaving it for Lucifer to do with what he will. Nick did not fit quite right but he would do until he was able to convince Sam to give him his.
With a snap of his fingers, he was dressed and ready to track down Sam.
Let the courting begin.
...
Sutton, West Virginia
Two weeks later.
Sam Winchester sat in the off green vinyl of the booth of a local diner, reading through a newspaper with a blue highlighter between his teeth. He was following a lead for a job- possible vampire around Pike Creek. He folded the newspaper before pulling the highlighter out of his mouth to draw a box around the article about the attack they found just outside of Sutton yesterday morning. He placed the highlighter back between his teeth.
With a sigh, he picked up the last newspaper and began skimming through, looking for anything else he could find on the body that had been found.
From what he could find out from the newspapers, the idea of the attacks being by a vampire were becoming less and less likely. Normally a vampire attack appeared to be from an animal and these were clean. The main arteries were slashed and all of the blood drained verses the way skin and muscle were pulled from the body if by a vampire. The police were saying it was a serial killer on the move but Sam was not sure about that either. None of it was making much sense to him, the details were too fuzzy to make much out of. It was probably to keep the public from panicking. Hopefully Dean would have more answers when he got back from the library.
There was a light tinkling from the front door, signaling that someone had either left or entered the establishment. A moment later Dean slid into the booth across from his brother, laying his arms on the plastic table top.
"That was a complete waste of time. There is nothing pointing that there is any vampires around Pike Creek." He looked at the small pile of newspapers sitting on the table in front to him. "What is all of this?"
"According to this, there are thirteen bodies between Pike Creek and Sutton. A trail connecting the two towns. All drained of every drop of blood." Sam told him around the marker. "Main arteries cut, no mess."
"Sutton? Are you telling me that the monster is looking for us?" Dean asked, his eyebrows knitting together. Usually it was the other way around.
"Apparently." Sam placed the newspaper on the table, finding nothing helpful.
"That can't be good."
...
The demon's high heels clicked against the pavement as she ran down the alley, her head turned over her shoulder. It was not possible, he was just a myth. There is no way he could be following her anywhere let alone down the alley of some small town. How stupid would she look if it was nothing but a human who thought he was the devil. Humans were crazy, after all, who was to say this one was not as well?
It did not matter, she kept running. When she was sure she was not being followed anymore, she slowed to a walk, her eyes still on the mouth of the alley at the opposite end of where she was. She did not notice the man that was standing at the end she was leaving until she ran into him, being knocked to the pavement. It was the same man who had told her he was Lucifer and needed to send a message.
"No, please! I just got out!" She attempted to crawl but it did not matter. With a snap of his fingers, her chest exploded sending blood and chunks of blood spewing everywhere.
Kneeling beside her, he stuck two fingers into the carcass, covering them in the hot, wet, substance. Finding a clear space on the graffiti covered wall, between a swastika and a tag that simply said BOO, he went to work.
It took longer to write than he originally thought to make the words clear so that there was no mistake to what they said but in the end it was worth it. His message was clear:
I'm Coming For You, Sam- L
