Memoirs Of The Editor by laceym

Chapter 1

I am one of those who first came to this place. I helped to organize it. I sit here in my little corner of Hell. I pass the time by overseeing a little newsletter. It is the official source for news in Hell. However, I should probably start at the beginning.

There was a war. It doesn't really matter any more what the war was about, the fact is that it should never have resulted in an open battle. We were to be obedient, but there were those who chafed at such restrictions. It is always a bad idea to question certain things. I have always felt that way. I have always been in the minority. So, it happened. My brothers fought openly with each other. Each was on a different side. It used be about harmony, and then it changed.

I never knew how or why it changed. I just knew that it did. I suppose it could have been ended with one word. But the word never came. So, with the battle lines drawn there was fierce fighting. In that battle, there was blood shed. I never participated. I openly lobbied against the fighting. I even tried in several instances to stop the fighting. However, I was not successful.

Then the word finally came. It was banishment. I watched as many who were caught in the middle chose to side with those who were fighting. None of us knew what was really going on. But they left and came to the surface. I was not banished. I thought about what had happened and I needed some time to think. So I chose to follow.

I walked the surface among the humans. I had retained all my abilities, unlike the others who had been punished for their part in the uprising. I chose to keep this knowledge from them. I wandered a bit. I took walks and spoke with people who were more than willing to speak to me. I also watched the others carefully. They were becoming restless. I saw where that trouble lay. So, I chose to join them. I had no other reason than to protect the humans. I was quite fond of many of them. They intrigued me the way that nothing else ever had. During my stay on the surface with them, I had forged friendships. I suppose that was in direct relation to the fact that I had been neither banished nor punished.

I then approached, their leader, he was the most lost of them all. He had never intended for this to happen. I doubt that any of us had quite expected that this would happen. He was willing to hear my idea. We would create a place. It would be a refuge for us who were now outcasts. In that place we could maintain a kind of order.

Then came the visitation. The knowledge that people who were not suitable for them, would be turned over to us. I always suspected that it was a way for us to earn back our place in terms of grace. I jumped at the opportunity. I lobbied and helped carve out the place that we refer to as Hell. Never in my wildest dreams, did I believe what happened, could have happened.

The longer we stayed banished, the more others became angry. That anger and rage became directed at the humans. The humans were to be the way to hurt the others. So much had been given to them, and yet they were undeserving of it. I began for the first time to actually feel fear.

Then it happened. The others took on different features. They were no longer capable of simply forming their essence into a body. They became black smoke. It made it easier for possession. Many gave themselves to this. A few others and I did not. Perhaps, it was the rank we held before. Perhaps, it was because we did not actually believe in the rebellion. I have no idea at this point. However, I suspect that this latest occurrence was part of the punishment.

But they missed having bodies. So the first possession began. The others believed their own delusions, and embraced a path that led them further away from the grace. I would still ascend to the surface. I walked a difficult path. But my rank from before the catastrophe, as I called it, helped me. No one chose to do battle with me. Then the others started to increase their number. They multiplied. They then set about corrupting the humans. They preyed on their fears. Then it happened. The first 'confrontation' of sort and there was death. It was now complete. There was no way to turn back. The course had been laid out and everything was now set. I began to wonder if I would ever be able to see the light again.

I established the newsletter as a way of maintaining my own sanity. I firmly believe that several of them went insane. They were corrupted and therefore became corrupt. One group, who referred to their own kind as Trackers, retained some of their abilities as well. They refrained from engaging in the different aspects and managed to save part of themselves. That was no easy task. I understood clearly their purpose.

The spawn, who, were born in Hell, did not possess the light of grace. They were born of darkness and therefore could only exist in darkness. Then things began to take a turn for the worse. The humans became easy prey. I was not comfortable with that. I had friends among the humans. I wanted them to remain safe.

But they were innocent. Therefore, I was left with only one alternative. I had to make certain that these knew what to look for. They had to be careful. They had to know what was in the dark. So, I ascended to the surface. I looked among the humans to see who would be strong enough to do battle. For it was apparent that they would have to fight. There was a whole assortment of things beginning to walk with them. They were ill prepared to engage what had become known as evil. I accepted it for it was, jealousy.

So, I walked the surface and came across an interesting thing. There were those who were my brothers, who had been ordered to teach the humans how to recognize evil. They were being taught how to banish these demons. Of course, these words were similar to the words of banishment, but no human needed to actually know those things. What was important was that they were able to see what was happening. They were able to defend their own kind. They would stand a chance of crossing to the other side and not be stuck with us.

However that was many ages ago. In that time I have ascended to the surface. I have watched Hell grow from my little corner. I have seen the people move from different beliefs and then return to the original belief. I have seen it been discovered, discarded and then rediscovered. That made things very interesting to me.

Now on these many walks, I would be careful not to look the same. I happened to see that the humans were pulling into different groups. Those who were open to the ways that were taught were soon vilified. They became outcasts living on the fringes of society. Which meant, that the very people who were protecting them were the ones they were likely to lock up and destroy. It was a situation that was not without irony.

So, on my many walks I befriended these people who called themselves hunters. They claimed to fight the supernatural. Which was amusing to me, considering they thought that I was human and I was the very thing that they chose to hunt. None of them seemed to recognize me. But they were looking for a possessed human. I was able to assume a shape so therefore I was not in possession of anyone.

It was some time during my walks that I met a man named Elkins. Elkins was obsessed with a gun made by Samuel Colt. I remembered that gun. It had been fascinating to watch Colt smelt that weapon. But then he had been told and had seen the disturbing things. He was willing to make a weapon that could kill any supernatural being. Elkins felt he was close to tracking down that weapon. I had warned him repeatedly to be careful. It was not worth risking his life for this thing. But, as with most humans, there was no heeding sound advice.

I left him alone at the bar. I was not in the mood for his moroseness. I decided that I would walk even further. I then ended up in another place. It was a place that was playing the latest thing that was passing for music. Some strange group that sounded like they inhaled helium before singing. There was no accounting for human taste. The human year at this point was 1984. It was in the middle of the year and I walked the surface. The people had changed. But then they changed when they moved away from the fields and began to live in these buildings that were made of metal. They had disconnected from each other and everything. It made me sad.

Here I sat in this bar, when I noticed him. He was a man who wore his sadness like most wore their coats. He sat still at the table. He was knee deep in liquor. But there was something about him that set him apart from the other drunks. I must confess at this point to being extremely curious. I walked to him.

"Mind if I sit down?" I asked quietly.

He looked up at me. There were lines etched in his face from grief. There was a tremendous sadness to his face and eyes.

"I'm not looking for company Miss," he said wryly.

I found that sometimes assuming a female shape would get me around the normal barriers that people erect.

"There's company, and then there's company," I replied.

He looked at me sharply. His eyes were trying to discern what I was…that made me even more intrigued. He had experiences that led him to knowledge.

"Look," he was being polite to the woman he saw in front of him, "I'm not interested in any kind of company".

"Don't make me sit here by myself," I decided to play the hapless female.

"What did he do?" the man asked, then he looked at me again, "Or is it she?"

"No," I shook my head, "I lost a bet".

The man threw his head back and laughed. It was a rich sound. But his laugh sounded rusty. It was something that he seemed to have suppressed.

I stood there watching his actions. He definitely had the signs of a brush with the supernatural. He was trying hard to forget what he saw. But it was far too late.

"I'm not that bad," I continued.

"Sit Miss?" he smiled.

"Kelsey, and you are?" I returned

"John, John Winchester," he continued smiling.