Disclaimer: Supernatural nor does it characters belong to me. The only character I have in my possession is Rachel.
Full Summary: The What if story! In an alternate dimension, Dean was turned into a demon thanks to Alistair. Without his brother, Sam went dark, and then Rachel was never rediscovered by the brothers. This led her to end up in demonic hands. Rachel joins her father, and together with the brothers, they break the sixty six seals. This is the after affects. This is the AU of Hidden Wings
Rating: T (for gore and mild sexual content)
Pairings: Dean/Bela, Sam/Lylith, Alistair/Rachel/Castiel (It will be dark!Rachel/Castiel)(One-sided Alistair/Rachel)
Chapter 1: What Never Should Have Been
Watching the world burn shouldn't have been as much fun as it was… But it truly was. Hearing the screams of mere mortals as they fled, listening to worthless prayers to a God that would never answer, and watching demons tear the very tracheas out of the human throats. All of this just made me so giddy to watch. Everything was collapsing around us. Ah yes, uh.
My eyes glanced to my left to Samuel Winchester: the boy with demon blood. Here on the cliff, he commanded the lower level demonic armies to attack the garrison of angels protecting the last seal. This was all we needed. Destroy this last seal and my Father would be free. He would be so proud of me, and I couldn't help but grin as angel blood painted the ground red. Sure demons couldn't kill angels, but they could amuse me for a while. Eventually, I would have to dive in and fight off probably one or two arch angels, but with Sam… and oh Dean.
My eyes shifted to the right, and there stood the ever-proud Dean Winchester. The older brother, and the one that was always counted out by demons. Who would figure he would rise even above his brother in demonic ranks as a master in torture. He reigned just below me, and he usually did the interrogations on needed angels. His eyes glowed red as he watched the precious angels lose ground.
The smell of blood and death reached me, and I gulped it in like a needed breath of air. The stench was pure perfume to me. Next to me, I felt Dean's stance change. He had gone from his rigid stance to a more relaxed one. He sensed the blood and death, and I knew he wanted in on it.
"Go wreak your havoc brothers," I said finally relenting. I didn't really want to send them down there. This was the battle for the last seal, and the last thing I needed was some dumb ass angel attempting to send Hell's Generals back into the Pit. It was such an inconvenience.
Spreading my blackened wings, I took to the sky. Below me, I heard the cries of demons. To them, I was a beacon of hope. If I or the brothers showed up, it meant that the battle was over. That the angels were done for. With the three of us on the field, the angels would stand no chance.
Ahead of me, I recognized the arch angel Michael. With a feral grin, I pulled from my back Lucifer's acclaimed blade- it had the power to slaughter angels. Armed with this, I would not lose. Speeding into a dive, I nailed the arch angel directly in the air. I couldn't help but grin as he frowned when we freed ourselves from the tangled mess I created.
"It's not too late for redemption Rachel," Michael spoke, his very grace flowing off of him.
Sure, I gave up Lucifer's grace willingly to him, but I was granted so much in return. My own powers were now refined, and I was no weaker than some cherub- extra grace or not.
Michael's words went upon deaf ears though; it was too late for me. It had been the moment an angel dove into my life and slaughtered my parents. There was no turning back for me, and I couldn't have cared less. I was proud to stand by my very blood. I was feared upon the Earth; what more would I want.
"Please Rachel," the arch angel pleaded. Behind me, I felt another angel approach: Gabriel perhaps… No, Castiel.
"I would like to hear those words leave your mouth again angel," I grinned readying the blade for battle. "I want to hear you scream them when I torture you to your last breath."
Feeling the adrenaline rush through my veins, I launched myself at Heaven's general. I didn't even need to beat the fool, just give enough time for the brothers to destroy the seal.
Our blades crossed, and Castiel moved to attack, but with a single thought, the angel was sent hurdling through the air. I moved to slice, and when the warm blood of Michael's vessel coated my face, I couldn't help but cackle. It wasn't a large cut on his side, but feeling the blood of another on my skin just got my blood pumping.
"Let's see if we can make it rain red," I said to Michael in a very serious fashion.
. . . .
Dean and Sam moved together, throwing any angel in their way with a single thought. It was truly pathetic. No one presented the demonic brothers with a challenge. Above them, they could hear Rachel enjoying herself. Dean grumbled something about her having all the fun.
"You cannot take another step Winchesters," the arch angel Gabriel spoke landing in front of them.
"I beg to differ," Dean grinned. Finally, a challenge.
"I will send you back to Hell," she snarled.
"You can try," Sam laughed. "And you will fail."
"Lucifer will rise…"
No more talking! Dean and Sam moved perfectly together; it was almost as if they were one. Sam focused his telekinesis on the angel while Dean pulled a knife from his belt. He wanted to taste blood. The younger hunter stepped back and threw the angel with a single thought, but Dean had perfect aim. The knife slid from his perfectly practiced fingers and stabbed the arch angel in the chest as she flew back. Sadly, no major veins or arteries were struck, but it wasn't like that could kill an angel. If they wanted such things, they would have to call Rachel down. Their own blades that could kill angels, they had decided to leave elsewhere. Killing wasn't as much fun as causing suffering in the elder Winchester's mind.
"Pathetic," Dean snarled as a few angels placed themselves between Gabriel and the brothers.
"Truly," Sam agreed, and with a sigh, he moved every single one of them into the hoards of demons surrounding them. The arch angel was just pushing herself from her fallen stance when the brothers were back within striking distance.
"You use to be good men," Gabriel said trying to appeal to their humanity.
"Use to be sounds about right," Sam grinned, his eyes flashing the deadly yellow.
Dean's blade laid on the ground now; angelic blood across the silvery surface. He picked it up and ran his tongue across it, enjoying the taste of blood. Delicious, was his only coherent thought.
"Hell can do wonderful things for the soul," the elder demon added before giving a simple nod of his head and sending the angel back a few feet again. Closer and closer to the devil's gate. All it would take was pressing the colt into the lock to release Lucifer. They were so close that they could already taste it.
. . . .
Blood was dripping from numerous cuts on both of our bodies. Michael was panting while I could still only laugh. Pain was nothing to me now. It was just a fresh reminder that I was still breathing, and it felt good to take each breath. I couldn't help but circle my prey enjoying how helpless the poor angel was.
"We've won this war Michael," I grinned staring down at my blood soaked blade and clothes. "Angels are done with. Heaven is done with. Humanity is over!" I moved to give the final blow, but before I had the chance, that annoying little cherub showed up again.
"Castiel, Castiel, Castiel," I sighed repositioning myself for a fight. "You are becoming a thorn in my side."
The holy tax accountant, as Dean liked to call him, moved to attack me. I laughed as I blocked his blade with ease. This angel was obviously not trained for combat. Pathetic, I could only think. This angel might have been a constant pain, but I enjoyed his interruptions. I always dreamed of having the cherub trapped and chained to the rack. Blood dripping from his scream quaking lips. Begging for release, but I would never give it to him.
Below me, I could sense that the brothers were close to the devil's gate, and I hated to cut the fight short, but I had what I needed. Blowing the cherub a kiss, I dove straight down before coming to rest next to the brothers.
"Have it?" I asked looking to each brother. They held up Dean's favorite carving knife coated in Gabriel's blood. I held up my sword drenched in Michael's blood. "Two arch angels blood…" I said dipping the end of the colt in each blood source before moving to the gate. "Will unleash the very devil from his confines." Pressing the colt into the gate, I heard the familiar click and began to turn it. All around me, demons cheered and angels cried for help from their precious God. Their father wouldn't hear them, but mine would.
The gate exploded open, and I watched in fascination as black smoke erupted into the sky. Flames licked the graveyard. Many of the angels began to retreat; even their precious arch angels looked at us before turning tail. Pathetic…
I turned around just before a red figure emerged from the devil's gate. Each brother fell to a knee and I followed. His three faces contorted, and eventually he rested in a human vessel. A tan man with black hair and dark eyes. A fine vessel for my Father.
"Lucifer," the brothers said together keeping their heads bowed.
"Rise my generals," the devil commanded. Behind him, his two ever present body guards followed from the depths of Hell. Alistair and Lylith… It had taken some convincing from Lucifer at first since the first female and demon didn't like Sam, but of course, the brother was an asset. Alistair thought Dean was his best pupil, so there wasn't any trouble there. Thankfully, the two actually took nicer vessels for once. Lylith was in a blonde, twenty or so; Alistair had taken a twenty-five looking man with dirt blonde military cut hair. They actually weren't too hard on the eyes for once.
"Father," I said keeping my head bowed even though I was on my feet.
"My precious daughter," Lucifer sighed lifting my chin and staring me in the eyes. "What a grand daughter you've been…"
With that, we turned around- all six of us- and looked upon the followers. Demons cheered, Fallen hailed Lucifer. All was right in the world for once. With a single raise of his hand, Lucifer quieted an entire army.
"Welcome to the new world," Lucifer called out. "We will burn human civilization to the ground and take our rightful positions above what God called the better species."
Cheers erupted again, but Lucifer waited until it was quiet again.
"We will build upon the rumble. We will create a kingdom not even Heaven will be able to compete with!" Lucifer called out. Even the brothers and I cheered at that. "The battle has been won, but the war is far from over. Not until every last angel that stands against us is put into the dirt. And not until Heaven falls into nothing. We will be the only kingdom."
I felt my Father give me a small shove forward. I didn't expect that he would want me to speak at his victory, but I would nonetheless. It was what he wanted. "This world is ours!" I cried out. "And no one, no human, angel, or god-kneeling soul will take that from us."
Dean stepped up next to me. "We will wipe this earth of angelic blood," he added, and I gave the Winchester a grin.
Sam then spoke up, "The apocalypse is upon us!"
Finally Lucifer finished it off, "And we will rule."
OOC: That's a preview of Darkened Wings. Let me know what you think. I won't be continuing this story until the arc is finished in Hidden Wings. This story will take place from this point (with flashbacks to the middle of the war) to when their counterparts from Hidden Wings show up; it will continue beyond that, but I don't want to give any spoilers away for Hidden Wings just yet.