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Creeno
No, no I didn't forget about this fic! Honest! I just had severe issues with this chapter. But, babysitting gets things done, ya'll.
You have my good friend Mila to thank, as she beta'd this without complaint.
The first time you went up against a demon in hell was when some three-eyed, six-legged fucker got pissed when you interrupted its deal.
It snapped at you, snarled, and you took a piece of twisted metal and pop pop pop.
It fell to the ground twitching and screaming and then you slit its throat, watched it bleed bubbling black blood.
There were cheers and screams of anger.
You won something, but you don't remember what.
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The second time you fought a demon, it was because you got mouthy with a hotshot succubus. Told her she was as dumb as she looked, with fake titslipseyesface.
Her eyes narrowed and suddenly you were both standing eye to eye, no imps clawing at your stomach, no hellfire, just blank white space.
"Name the battlefield," she hissed.
You were stunned, surprised, but then it clicked.
"Reality,"
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She speaks first:
Hawk falls to man.
«shit, how did this work? how would sammy do this…»
Man becomes prey to disease.
Her face contorts:
Disease is fought with medicine.
Medicine is...is...
You falter.
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You lost that time.
That was your first time with Pain and Ecstasy.
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When they left you, to go after someone else, the succubus had smirked down at you, eyes glinting maliciously.
You made sure to remember its face.
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After you finish with Meg, you move onto another town, waiting for Sam to catch up with you. He's seen the signs.
He'll come.
As your eyes close, you see demon writing dance on your eyelids.
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After the Twins, you found a little imp with a golden fiddle and a moustache.
Teach me how to beat that bitch.
What for? he crooked a giant bushy eyebrow at you.
Service.
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This time, you challenge the succubus.
It grins and hisses, "The mind," for a battlefield and everything rushes up into a small little house with eons and eons of doors, the succubus at one end and you on the other.
It smiles sickeningly sweet and you stare it down as best you can.
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Dammit, Dean, why'd you get in my way, I could've saved him!
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You clutch your head and force one of the doors open and the succubus turns a shade lighter.
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Goddamn woman, can't do a damn thing, can you!?
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It turns back around and a cold hand touches your shoulder.
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You let me die.
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You refuse to turn around and face the accusation.
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If you can't do the damn dishes, then you're better suited on your knees--
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It glares angrily at you and door after door opens
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Why'd you call me bitch?
Get out, I never want to see you again!
This is what you'll become--!
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Mommy, mommy, make daddy stop, make 'im stop!
I'm sorry; Sophia, but we can't do anything for you--
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And you wake to burning along your spine as the Crossroad Demon looks down at you, her eyes smoldering.
"I never said you could fight,"
There are tears fast drying, evaporating on your face and you can hear some wretched sobbing, but that's nothing new.
Her hound hooks its jaw on your neck and drags you away.
You're no Psychic Wonder, but you think you might've won when you hear the succubus' rough sobs and see her shoulders shake right before the hound snaps your neck again.
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