His name was Sam
Chapter 1
"All is not lost, the unconquerable will, and study of revenge, immortal hate, and the courage never to submit or yield."
-John Milton, Paradise Lost.
One more punch. One punch would kill the human. The dragon was pleased.
His assault on the human before him was vicious, merciless and horrific, yet beauty in its own and satisfying. Dean Winchester was in fact an interesting human. A human of his own. Lucifer can't say he ever met an individual like him. May they have been angel, human, demon, or god, none were like Dean Winchester.
He was strong, cunning, and had a will forged of steel and iron, like the weapons he used to slay the beast of this world. If he was an angel, Lucifer would have been proud to call him his brother. act of the matter was that Dean wasn't an angel. Human what he was.
A disgusting, vile, pathetic hairless ape.
Cockroaches that could process thought. To believe that he was once told to bow down to them. How his brothers so easily went to one knee and pledged their serves to protecting them. Truly disgraceful. Servants to the very core of their graces.
But not Lucifer. No, he was a worrier, a conquer without limits or boundaries, a king to the highest throne.
How beautiful thou are. The power thou possess. To believe I could create one of your grace! You shall be named Morningstar, for thou beauty shines brightest in heaven!
Those were the first words his father ever spoke to him. The first words he had heard when coming into existence. He remembered the look of pride on his fathers face, the awe on Micheal, Gabriel and Raphael's faces. The warmth of heaven and the love of his family. The light.
Now, he was filled with only freezing darkness. His grace had long ago been striped from him, now what had once been the source of his being had gone from a brilliant array of white, to a now endless dark black.
The only thing that has ever been able to fill the void was human misery and agony. His hate and anger became the full that was once his grace, and he made sure to never be forgotten by the world.
Lucifer died all those millions of years ago, the moment the gates of heaven were shut behind him and he fell through the skies with his followers right behind him.
He was Satan. Prince of Darkness. Ruler of Hell. Master of this world. Only the flames of hell can warm his skin, the blood of man quenches his thirst, and screams of millions were music to his ears.
" I'm not gonna leave you," Dean kept on reassured through his beating. At first it had been humorless to the devil, but now it was annoying. He was about to deliver the final blow, but then something happen.
A light invaded his sight form the corner of his eye. His first though was that it was Micheal that had came back to the battlefield, but when he check it was a light reflecting of the damn car he pinned Dean to. His eyes noticing the interior of it. One thing caught his eye. A small green toy of what appeared to be a soldier for some reason caught his attention.
Why? No matter.
He would burn the car down after he killed-
Suddenly a barrage of images assaulted Lucifer's mind. Memories of the past sailing like a spear, piercing into Lucifer's mind. These weren't his memories, they were Sam's memories. Memories filled with such potent emotion that they froze the vessel in place.
From deep within his mind he heard Sam say, " Get out of my body!"
As if standing next to a tornado, He was sucking into the far reaches of his and Sam's joint minds.
The only way to describe being self aware inside ones own head, was that it was vast. Being inside your own mind like this was like being in another plan of existence. The mind was a universe of its own making, filled with imagination that shaped the everything that was around you. In here, one was God.
But there were two in this mind.
And there could only be one.
Sam Winchester stared the devil in the eye with fiery resolve and never-say-die determination in his own hazel orbs. The dark void they stood in wasn't to his liking, so with a mere thought they stood on a different field. This was one Sam plucked out from Lucifer's memories. The fallen angel looked around. Sam watched the devil in pure disgust.
All the times he'd seen the devil it was either in his old vessel Nick, or in the mirror as himself. This time he saw the real Lucifer. His true form.
There were no words to describe it. He could actually think of a few, but they just didn't fit the description.
Ugly. Horrific. Monstrous. Dreadful. Hideous. Those words didn't even come close. There were some features he could make out of it. Horns, wings, something akin to hair, and irises the color of hell fire.
They both stood naked amongst a field of thousands upon thousands of angel feathers. The visible parts of the ground were black with the scorched marks angels left when they died. Angel blades littered the ground as well, blades pierced into the dirt. Up above the skies were a dark grey and thunder boomed, but no rain was to fall.
This was the battlefield where Lucifer and his army were sent to hell. Locked in the cage.
" What trickery is this?!" The beast before him bellowed, the pang of thunder echoing with the full rage of Lucifer's voice. His leathery torn wings flaring upwards from behind. Sam did not flinch nor hesitate. Strangely enough seeing the devil like this, made Sam lost all fear he ever held for him.
" I want my body back, Lucifer!"
" Your body belongs to me! You are my vessel! You said yes to me!"
"I won't let you kill Dean. The world isn't yours," Sam snarled. In the blink of an eye Lucifer was right in front of Sam, both the same height, though Lucifer's horns appeared to make him seem taller. His large clawed hand wrapped around Sam's neck and hoisted him up from the ground.
" You insolent bug." If snakes could talk, this is what they would sound like. Ending each sentence with a hiss. " It all belongs to me. Heaven, Hell, and Earth belong to me. No one can stop me." Sam tried to pry the large hand off of him, but Lucifer was to strong.
" Did you and your brother really believe that you two could defeat me? Two humans?" His laugh was mocking and cold. Devoid of humor. " I have powers you couldn't even possibly imagine. I have lived for thousands of life times. Slayed Demons, Angels, and even killed Gods. What makes you think You could ever compare to me. You nothing but a pathetic child who wishes everyday for a life he could never have. One who hates himself because of what runs in his veins."
A tail uncoiled from behind him, swaying back and forth. The tip of the tail ran across Sams left arm making a long deep cut. With his free hand Lucifer collect all the falling blood with one finger and held the digit up to Sam's face.
" I gave you a gift. Made you stronger then any human. Gave you powers most beings could never obtain. And you say its a curse. Do not lie boy, for I know all your secrets." He licked the blood of his finger, and closed his eyes has if savoring the taste. When they opened, they were slit like a snakes. " Deep down you love the power. Love the control -the pain you have over demons. Its why you drank the blood isn't it Sammy. Because for once you love being in control."
" I...Am. Nothing like. You!"
" But you are Sammy! Can't you see we are two half's of a whole. We are the younger sons, the rebellious ones who wanted to find their places not given to them by their fathers. Who would never bow down or live down on our knees. Leaders, who were trained to battle. Deny it all you want Sam."
Lucifer's true form change, and he looked just like Sam, except for his snake like eyes and wings that remained.
" We. Are. The. Same"
His grip around Sams throat tightened.
" And We. Are. One."
Sam eyes started to close heavily and his face was turning a sickly blue. Lucifer's maniac laughter rang in his ear, and the thunder boomed louder. The sky was becoming darker and darker. Sam felt a tug on his very being, threatening to throw him back into the space he was once in when Lucifer was sitting drivers seat in his body.
No. No it couldn't end like this. It could never end like this. If he loses now, the world will suffer for his mistakes.
Lucifer's words kept playing and playing, each sentence attached with a painful memory. Highlights of his biggest regrets, fears, and painful moments. So many attacking him at one time it was like he was being eaten alive, all the while Lucifer's laughing could be heard in the background.
Would it really be so bad? To be enveloped by the darkness? What had his existence really done then screw things up. Cas was right, he is an abomination. He shouldn't exist.
Freak.
Nerd.
Loser.
Abomination.
Trash.
Geek.
Outsider.
Murder.
Criminal.
Demon loving bitch.
Mistake.
Those and every other insult he'd ever been called, he was reminded of. And they were spoken with such conviction that he had to believe they were true. All of those things were true.
So very, very, true...
Do you want to die?
The question hung in the void were ever Sam was. Not on earth. Not with Lucifer in his mind. He was just...
Lost.
I'm so sick of it all. And he truly was. At age twenty six he felt like he was seventy years old. A battered tired old man. Life was so hard. Some days he felt like he was born just so life could see how much suffering one person could endure. Why did it have to be like this? If God did make everything, why make it so people could suffer for no reason? Why?
End it.
Suddenly Death was in the void with him. Just like how Dean described him, his human appearance is that of a very slender, and almost skeleton-like, older man who wore a expensive suit and carried a black, thin cane with a silver top. His iris were two orbs of pure black, holding no life in them whatsoever. In his free hand he took out his scythe. The rusty medium sized thing was just as how he remembered it.
Silently, Death held it out to Sam.
Just one cut.
One moment of one last pain.
No more suffering.
As Sam reached for the weapon, he heard his brothers voice. " Sam! don't do it." Dean appeared right next to Death. Sam only shock his head.
" I'm sorry Dean. I can't."
Dean grabbed same by the shoulders and looked him in the eye. " Listen to me. You can't give up. Your stronger then this Sammy."
He wanted to believe that. He did. " Im so tired Dean," he breathed. " It's just so never ending. Everything I do is wrong. Everyone close to me keeps on dying. Its all my fault. Bobby and Cas are dead, because of me. Mom was murdered because of me."
" There was no point in me being born. Who cares if I die. Its for the better."
" Are you serious?" Dean asked incredulously, " You we were born to save lives. To hunt any and every evil sonofabitch out there. If destiny is real, if what the angel's say about fate is something more then some bullshit. Then we were born to say 'fuck Destiny.' Screw the damn story, me and you? We write our own damn story. We make or own damn destiny."
Dean pulled Sam into a hug. Sam gladly returned it. And just like that, all the doubt and misery just faded away. Sam looked over deans shoulder and saw Death smirking. The being nodded at Sam and just vanished.
" We our Winchesters," Dean said into his ear," We are the best hunters around. Now go show that egotistic SOB what happens when he messes with us." Dean then vanished from Sams hold. Sam wiped a stray tear away and his resolve burned hotter then the flames of hell themselves.
" You lose Sammy," a evil smile making its way onto the devils face.
" Ur'b, ight." Lucifer frowned at Sams poor attempt at forming words. He loosened his grip enough so he could hear. "Say that again Sammy."
" Your. Right." The Devil was cough by surprise by the confession. Arching a brow he cocked his head in slight confusion. Sam's eyes opened and the blue of his face faded away fast. " All my life I hated it. My life...Myself-" Sam rose one hand and griped Lucifer's wrist and pulled it hard. Lucifer's eyes widened in shock as his hand was being removed from Sam's neck. " -for the life I lived. And your right i love the power."
With his free hand Lucifer tried punching at Sam, but the Human caught the Archangels fist and with a twist snapped the wrist and broke the knuckles with a hard squeeze. Lucifer hissed at the pain.
" What the-" He was cut off by Sam punching him in the face sending him flying a few yards back.
" And here-" Sam motioned to everything around them, "- I have all the power."
In an instant he was standing above Lucifer. A pair of black jeans appeared on Sam, covering his privates. He picked the angel up with one hand and threw him in the air. With a powerful leap Sam was air born as well. When he cough up with Lucifer he uppercutted him hard sending him even higher. A lighting bolt hit Lucifer and the Devils cries of pain could be heard from the ground where Sam landed back to.
When his body was only inches from hitting the ground, Sam kicked Lucifer hard in the gut. He was sent into a pile of feathers at the speed of a bullet. Sam gave him no time to recover, and hoisted him up by the hair with one hand. Then the human when Rocky and used Satans face as a punching bag.
" Maybe I am a freak." Punch.
" Maybe I am an abomination." Punch.
" But-" Punch.
" I'm." punch.
" Better then." punch.
" You." punch.
Sam dropped the pathetic being. Lucifer quickly got to his feet, and sent multiple punches at Sam, who blocked all of them with ease. " This is impossible!" He aimed a palm at Sam. Noticing happened. Lucifer looked down right mortified. Sam could only guess that he was going to shot something out at him. In a second Sam somehow knew what Lucifer was trying to do.
Copying the fallen Angel, only when Sam did it a blast of energy came from his palm hitting Lucifer right in the chest. It scorched the angels flesh, and bubbled the skin. The pain brought Lucifer to his knees. His form change from Sam to his real self.
" How are you doing this!"
" We maybe alike. But were very different."
" Answer me!"
" Humans will always be better then you." Sam sent out a dozen more blast, hitting the angel. From their Sam was relentless with his onslaught. Taking out years of anger out on Lucifer. Sam wasn't sure how long he went at it. Maybe hours. Days. When he had enough he stood over Lucifer prone form. Before him laid the defeated dragon.
Lucifer raked him with a sneer and looked at him with pure hate. " This means nothing. I can't lose, won't lose to a human. This is but your imagination. Notice how you haven't taken control of your body. I still win!" He roared.
Sam went to his knees, straddling Lucifer who was powerless to do anything. Right by his head Sam pulled an angel killing blade from the ground. " Then ill just have to kill you." Lucifer's eyes widened when Sam began chanting in whispers a language he hadn't heard in eons. Not Enochian it was something much older. The angel blade glowed red and Sam's eyes became a different color.
When the chanting stopped. The clouds departed and the sun shined bright on Sam through the dark sky.
" Return to the powers that birthed you."
Sam drove the blade through Lucifer's head. Killing him. Yet nothing happened. No bright lights emitting from his eyes and mouth. No wings engraving on the ground. Maybe nothing-
The ground began to shake. The sky became black and everything but the ground vanished. Until little by little, black ate away at the ground around Sam, until the last patch were he and Lucifer corpse were was gone too. Then Sam was falling. Sam let out a scream as he was sent plummeting. Lucifer's corpse was faster, falling more quickly until it was out of Sams sight.
Sam came to a halt by an invisible force. He didn't hit anything, just stopped. From the far reaches of the abyss a white light came rushing upwards and Sam was devoured by the light.
The last thing Sam heard was voice. It was neither male or female, a whisper yet a shout.
" Sam Winchester. The new Morningstar."
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