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Sorry I uploaded the wrong document but here is the real one. I may change A LOT because I wrote it for a prompt in like an hour because the dead line was fast approaching. Hope you enjoy and sorry for the mix up
The gentle creak of the floor boards echoed loudly across the dark room. Soft moon light cast a shadow of the carousel spinning quietly above the crib. He took another step and the wood squealed as if it were trying to warn of the impending danger. His boots touched the shelf under the baby's crib; he waited for the wood to settle.
The moon glared across his face to illuminate his violent yellow eyes but cast his figure in shadows. The demon reached over to turn the monitor off; he didn't want to be interrupted.
Azazel sighed. "Samuel Winchester. You are so much like every other child. You are exactly like every other child…" He leaned in to peer into Sam's dark eyes staring almost knowingly at him. "Why my Father needs me to do this is far beyond my knowledge." Azazel grabbed Sammy's arm as if trying to prove the baby was merely a pathetic and worthless human.
The tight grip produced an angry cry of pain, and Sam began to wail. "Stop that now," Azazel whispered harshly. He glared down at his helpless victim. The noise stopped immediately but Sam continue to sobbed silently. The demon scowled and released Sam. "Now.
"My father's freedom rests with this pathetic human? He believes his release is eminent but I fear that doubt fills me at the sight of his savior. Samuel Winchester will free my chained Father and all the wrongfully damned?"
A cloud shadowed the harsh silver light. Azazel closed his eyes to focus on his task. His faith could not be in question when he was on the verge of breaking Lucifer free. A knife caught the glitter of Sam's nightlight as the filtered moon light drifted through the window. His sleeve slid back to reveal his already scarred wrist. After a moments thought, he flipped the baby monitor back on.
He took the sacred knife and made another shallow slash. His skin burned from the blade. Used appropriately the knife could kill anything. Azazel had it created under his Father's specific orders. No other knife would do but one forged in Hell and cursed with the blood of a million souls.
The blood rested one the edge of Azazel's new cut. He replaced the knife in it's sheath at his hip. Sam cried out for help. Azazel paused as footsteps creaked down the hallway. A sleepy voice mumbled, "John?"
He didn't move, didn't respond. The creak moved away from the door and he glanced back at the empty door way. The demon moved his arm and let his blood flow to drip onto Sam's parted lips. He began to cry again when the stairs thundered with footsteps.
Azazel turned to the doorway. "You!"
"Mary. Nice to see you again," he laughed. She ran at him to protect her son; motherly instinct combined with deadly hunter skill made her lethal. Azazel pulled his knife and slid it into her stomach as she moved to strike his face.
Mary seized against the blade as he removed it. The demon lifted his hand and pinned the mother to the ceiling to the sound of her scream. One last glance at his Father savior, and Azazel whispered. "Don't fail me."
John followed shortly after and the demon smiled as the room was set ablaze. He strode back to the short figure under the tree. "It is done, Ruby." The woman smiled in the shadows.