_Chapter 7_
"Unlocked"
Cas
My memories of her came rushing back to me all at once. From Asmodeus picking a fight with me and cutting me with the dagger then disappearing, to having images of a girl in shambles. She was so young then, she was given the angel blood, she grew up okay, then her parents were taken by the Hellhounds. Everything went down from there, her sisters began to fight, one killed the other, and Trinity had to kill the survivor. But it wasn't without a fight, that's how she got the demon blood too. Another group of memories flashed, seeing her in the demon's torture room, her escaping and using her powers to explode his face open to get away. Then I saw her living on her own, almost dying if she had been a mortal, getting in bar fights and paranormal ones. She saved many people, like the Winchesters, she was the monster hunting monsters, I think that's what kept her going. Then I began to see the tellings of her letters unveil, I remembered all of our connections, our meeting, our conversations.
She was part of me. That's why I feel so strongly about her well-being. She has my blood, we're connected.
All of a sudden I felt a familiar pain on my arm. I had felt this before… but when? I searched through my newly recovered memories and this pain reminded me of a time when an angel held Trinity down with his angel blade and was torturing her. Of course that blade wouldn't work, yes I remember now. She had that one dagger that combined an angel blade, the demon-killing knife, salt, holy water and oil all in one. It was the ultimate Heaven-and-Hell killing machine, it was the only thing that could kill this girl. But everything that can hurt or kill a demon or angel will hurt her, as well as regular human wounds can. I am the only other person who knows this besides her. But why? Scenes of our interactions raced through my mind.
But it was all cut short when more of the pain that was in my arm, travelled to my legs and my abdomen. She was being tortured, but how? I didn't hear a call, she would call, the boys would call, why weren't they calling?! I had to get there and fast.
Trinity
Asmodeus had me locked down on a bed in a big room lit up with red, black, and ultraviolet lights. "This is my special room, just for you, my dear. The bed missed you, just like me," his gloved hand flew across my face, splitting it open. I was bound with leather straps that had salt infused metal spikes sticking out both sides so I was held down by the wrists and ankles with sizzling pain. A holy water and oil (use them separate and nothing, but combine them and it's like I'm being burned with Hellfire…) mixture was coated on the straps that held my neck, breasts, and waist down. So I was burning with pain everywhere I was tied down.
The demon slowly walked around my naked body, occasionally splashing the holy mixture on me making me tense in pain while listening to it bubble on my skin. Then he brought out an angel blade. Crap…
After he sliced my arms, thighs, and abdomen with it, he sat it on a metal table to the right of my head. He slowly began to disrobe, his tie, his shoes, his coat jacket, his shirt, and belt, and so on. Tears began to fall as I clenched my eyes shut. I had told myself I'd never let him do this to me again. I lied.
Sam
Dean and I fought our way through the jumble of bare bodies and somehow managed to only kill about half and knock the other half out one way or another. They were innocent people after all, just under a trance. We stumbled towards the center of the room and looked back and the mound of bodies.
"Well. That was unpleasant," Dean grumbled.
"Yeah," I looked around, "I don't see them."
"They could be down any one of those corridors… any room."
"I know. I guess we'd better start looking," Dean and I started forward. "Should we split up?"
"I don't think we could handle him one-on-one, Sammy," Dean looked at me with sad and angry eyes.
"But what if we don't make it there in time?"
Dean was silent. "Okay, let's label the passages and if we find the right room come back to it's opening and call out the number."
I nodded and we designated a number for each of the long hallways. We each set off in one in hopes of getting to Trinity in time.
Trinity
I thought about using my abilities to disintegrate Asmodeus, but I knew I wouldn't be able to stop it if I started. And he wouldn't kill me, he's too lustful. And if the Winchesters walked in, I would be dead. But, I trusted the brothers to find me. It's what they did. So I endured it, the whole time cursing Asmodeus's existence as well as mine.
Dean
Sam and I had split up in the attempt at finding the strange girl in time. So many things didn't quite connect with her, but right now we were just focused on saving her. Sam took one corridor and I took one opposite. We saw each other two more times after going down our first choices, meaning we still hadn't found her. She's probably cursing our existences right now. I can't believe I let Sam talk us into this. It was a bad idea from the start.
I was on my fourth passageway when I heard distant screams of agony and despair. I picked up my running speed. I slowed down when I got to a large metal door with bars on the window that was a foot above my head. Now that I was right by the door, the screams were incredibly loud and painful. It was a female for sure. The lights shining out were red and black and glowing. I heard a snippet of a man speaking, the same man who was sitting in the throne not long ago.
"...this won't kill you…" then it would fade and a little later a smaller voice, that I was familiar with now, pleaded, "Please… you've had your fun… just kill me already!"
The demon's voice sounded again, "Kill you!? Ha! I worked way too hard to make you how you are!..." then I heard a strong smack and a desperate gasp. I had to get in there quick, but I needed Sam.
I ran back down as fast as I could and yelled into the central room, "SAM!"
I heard a reply of my name a little ways down hallway number ten, I was in number six. Sam burst out of the entrance and spotted me, running over. I didn't say anything else, but turned and ran, hearing Sam's footsteps right behind me.
I held out a hand as we slowed down. I looked at Sam and pointed at the door and nodded. He did too showing that he understood. There was no lock, so we backed up and at the same time kicked the door down. After the thunderous boom stopped echoing off of the metal walls, we heard an evil laughter through the dust.
Then I saw a pair of glowing red eyes. "Welcome boys! I hope you didn't hurt my friends. Because if you did, you might have to be punished."
I heard quiet sobbing coming from the bed that was becoming clear.
"Trinity!" Sam barreled forward but was stopped by an invisible force.
"You think I don't know who you are? You killed my father, of course I know! You're the Winchester brats. And you're ruining my fun!" his voiced echoed through the room. The dust was now completely settled and I could see Trinity strapped down to the bed, obviously naked, but there was a blood soaked sheet covering her midsection. "I knew you'd be coming, boys, and she's only for me, for my eyes."
"You sick bastard…" this demon was one of the worst I've come across, and that's saying something. I was standing where I was, until I looked over at the girl again, her eyes dug into my sole. She was in so much pain and anguish, and yet she somehow managed to mix a pleading look with one of pure rage. I instinctively took a step forward to help, but the same force that knocked Sam down grabbed me by my shoulders and threw me backwards against a wall. Sam followed right beside me. In unison we were dragged up the wall and mounted cuffs clasped onto our wrists as we were forced to hang there parallel to the torture bed.
Asmodeus appeared in front of Sam and I. He was completely naked and totally comfortable. He was the demon of Lust after all. He reached up and pet both of our cheeks at the same time, "Such pretty faces," he got on his tiptoes and sniffed us, "Ooo, such pretty smell too," he retracted and took a step back, "Well, now that I've got your sole attention. Why don't you enjoy the show," he bowed and lifted his head to look at us and winked.
Turning on his heels, he marched over to the end of the bed where Trinity's feet were sticking out of the blanket, held down by spiked, leather straps. My heart rate sped up, he was not going to do this to her anymore, let alone in front of us. "STOP!" Sam and I said in synchronization.
He ignored us both completely. And without lifting the it to reveal her, thank God at least for that, he crawled under the blood-soaked sheet. Her head flipped over to face us, she mouthed the words, "Please look away" and right before we did, her head flew back, her eyes shut, a bone shattering scream coming from her mouth. I squeezed my eyes close and tried to block the blood-curdling shrieks, but without prevail.
Trinity
I wanted to die, right then and there. Not only was he ravished, violated and assaulted me, the poisoned restraints burnt my skin and he kept clawing it as well, just like he did years ago, leaving me with the scars I had. I don't know what it was, but something in him he could use as an acid-like substance, and he enjoyed leaving his mark, on me especially. I was in solitude the whole time I had been here, but occasionally I'd see another girl or boy walk past, without scratch marks. It must have been "just for me".
His hot breath was on my neck and his nail on my shoulder blades, he knew I had wings under there. He let out a small laugh between heaves and I screamed.
"STOP! Let us take turns!" Sam yelled.
This caught his attention. He flicked his head to the side and looked at the younger brother. "I already told you… she's mine," he growled, his black curls falling in his face.
"No, I don't mean her," he had a plan, I could tell. God, I hope Asmodeus's lust would get the better of him.
"Oh, you're right, I suppose," he slid out from under the sheet, "It's not fair to you, just hanging over here," he caressed Sam's side. Dean looked like he was about to either puke, blow this demon's head off, or both. "Let's have some fun," he slowly began unbuttoning Sam's shirt.
It was then that I heard Cas's voice finally inside my head, "I'm going to break the bonds, you put your clothes on quickly, and you have to kill him."
I spoke back inside my mind, "But I can't I'm too weak, Cas, plus I don't have the blade anymore." Cas was silently thinking for a moment.
"Then you have to use your gifts."
"You know I can't."
"You have to, Trinity!" The straps holding me down quietly snapped and I slid off the bed slowly and threw my clothes on silently. Asmodeus was now unbuckling Sam's belt with one hand and rubbing his chest and abs with the other. Sam looked furious and like he was going to rip the demon to shreds a soon as he got out. But every time the Sin would look up at him, he would suddenly change his face to a sly, seductive smile, I don't know how he did that.
I couldn't just blatantly use my powers to kill him from here, I had to pretend like a blade could kill him, I picked one up from the metal table that looked the most special, it was salt infused, so it would hurt him either way. I, with all the strength I could muster, tiptoed over behind the demon's back, Dean saw me, and quickly looked away to not draw attention. Smart boy.
I was close enough now, I reeled my arm back and as I pushed it forward, Asmodeus turned his head around and before I could move, he redirected the blade into my abdomen. A searing, sizzling pain coursed through my body. A regular human pain of being stabbed along with the demon part of me burning from the salt. I gasped, my eyes widened, and my strength fell.
"Trinity!" Dean shouted.
"No!" Sam yelled at the same time.
The monster gave me a toothy grin and shoved me back. I flew through the metal table and crashed through the bed that had wheels, everything dispersed as I hit the hard, cold floor, clutching my seeping stomach, back facing the brothers.
I heard grunts, like a struggle was going on. Then I heard bone on bone, I weakly twisted my head to see Sam's legs around Asmodeus's neck and Dean roundhouse kicking his face. Even though he was a demon, he still had this meat suit to protect. My head fell back to the metal ground, I was so weak and tired. "Trinity, I need you to use them now,"
"I can't Cas," I whispered out loud, they wouldn't hear through the fight. "I'm tired, and they'd know it was me."
"I'll say it was me, I'm up here, look to the right and up." I did as he said and up in the rafters, Cas was standing, barely visible in the shadows. I don't know how he got in here, but I didn't care.
"Fine," I grumbled. I didn't know if I could, but I wanted this creature dead. I closed my eyes and tried to let only enough energy out to exorcise him and burn his demonic soul all the way back to Hell. I felt blood begin to drip from my nose and eyes, controlling my power was incredibly difficult. "Cas, Cas, I-" I was about to give up when I heard gagging and a short scream. Then a thud of a body falling behind me.
"You did it," I heard right before Cas appeared on the floor in front of me.
"Cas! Save Trinity!" I heard Dean scream as I was going in and out of consciousness. Cas told Dean off in our heads, which made me quirk my mouth up a tinge. But as the angel knelt down by my head, he lifted me into his lap and I flinched and my smirk faded into a grimace.
"Shhh, I've got you," he whispered. He touched two fingers to my head and I felt some of the pain subside. "I can only heal so much, you're special." I looked up at him.
"Thank you," I got out between weak breaths. He leaned down and said quietly, "I remember everything."
I looked up at him one more time, with open eyes before he touched my forehead once more, feeling a soft darkness wash over me, my head lulled back.
