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Winchesters in Hell
Chapter 21
Hell's Angels
From Chapter 20
Naomi stood with her captors, waiting for Lucifer's judgement. A moment later she was standing in a garden, a dark garden rustling with unseen life. "Where am I?" she asked. She was sure this was not Joshua's garden but there was something about it that brought Joshua's domain to mind.
Sam Winchester leaned close to her and whispered. "Welcome to Hell, Naomi."
Chapter 21
"How dare you?" Naomi fumed. "I am one of Heaven's chosen. Hell cannot hold me. Who do you filthy creatures think you are?"
She turned to glare at Castiel, he who had stripped her of her grace. "You, Castiel, you are the most disgusting of all. You stand here in Hell's Garden, daring to expose your wings and your Heavenly grace. Among this landscape, in with these who God has exiled, how dare you?"
Samuel reached out to place his hand on one of Naomi's shoulders. "Here now sister, don't attack my little brother. Can you not see who I am?"
Naomi turned and looked up into the face of the vessel.
"Lucifer," she hissed. "Of course, the Father of Lies; I certainly expected you." Again she turned back to Castiel and spread her hands out pleadingly. "Brother, turn from these vipers. Return to Heaven where you belong. I promise I will intercede with Heaven's masters for you. You will be safe and happy again."
Castiel sighed. "Fool," he muttered. "You cannot see the powers arrayed against you? We obey God's will. Heaven is the world in revolt" He stepped toward her.
"God is Heaven's master; God alone. Any other who tries to seize the throne and defy the Lord shall burn, possibly forever." Castiel spread his wings and lightening flashed. Hell's fireworks seared their eyes and sent arcs of power slamming into the ground. A small puff of grey smoke appeared above Castiel's head from behind the trees. It drifted upward to blend with Hell's garish sky, obscuring momentarily the carnelian, puce and lemon streaked display.
"Whoa, Cas." Lucifer raised his hands. "Calm down, buddy. Save the Garden. Don't fry my trees."
"Sorry," Castiel furled his wings. "She angers me. This is what Heaven has come to. God's path is forgotten and our original mission is ignored. The Heavenly Host is corrupted; Heaven's Angels grub for power and pride. She is nothing but a puffed up fraud who has been allowed to torture her own brothers and sisters in her thirst for dominion."
Dean smiled at his Angel. "Take it easy Cas. Let's get our latest sinner on her way. Her path is set. She is Hell's problem now, not yours."
The group set off back down the garden path, returning to the fretwork gates that led to the throne room. Lucifer had summoned one of the vines to drop from a tree top and he used it to bind Naomi's hands together and become a leash. As the vine was wrapped round the captive's wrists it transformed into a fine golden chain.
Dean was impressed. "Nice work, Sam." He called out, amused by the look on the captive's face. "Guess what, Naomi?" he jeered. 'Now you are one of the Fallen. You've been pulled out of Heaven and fallen into Hell. How does it feel?"
Lucifer glanced over at Dean, not bothering to correct the Hunter. He was learning to appreciate Samuel's brother's brashness.
The group reentered the throne room and climbed the dais. The new Knights of Hell were still resting on the stairs. Naomi was dragged up to sit at the foot of the King's throne. As she passed Belial and Verrine she flinched away from their demonic forms.
Samuel was now in control of the vessel. He settled on his throne and rattled Naomi's golden chain.
"So this is the first female Fallen we have seen. I don't suppose sex matters. After all, this is only a vessel, right? All angels appear to be equal under their stolen skins." Samuel leaned down and stared into Naomi's arrogant face. "Don't you recognize your own brothers?" He waved a casual hand at the demons on the stars. "Can't you see Belial and Verrine in their Hell provided vessels?"
She glared at the King and glanced again at the new Knights of Hell displayed before her. She shuddered. Belial was once again a six faced demon with long thin legs and arms. He stared back at her. Verrine was a wisp of a grey-skinned, tattered creature, waving in the mild air currents; thin, starving and lost.
Samuel relaxed on the Throne. "Now we are going to make a few changes. Gilfoy?" The King looked around for his major-domo.
As usual, Gilfoy appeared instantly. "I'm always expecting a little puff of ash and the smell of sulfur when you pop up from thin air, Gilfoy." Samuel laughed. "Don't tell me, I want to eventually discover your hiding place on my own."
The carefully dressed and groomed demon bowed to his King. "You desire my service, my King?"
"Yes, Gilfoy; summon Crowley for me, please. I have work for him."
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Sam on his throne, Dean lounging on the Consort's Chair and Castiel looking outright majestic on his Angel throne made of bones; the Royal court was impressive. There was a sense in the air of something happening, of changes in store. The demonic messengers. those who had not been sent out to look for the missing Fallen, lined the bottom of Sam's dais. Scattered Knights of Hell marked their places on the stairs and Sam's Witch and his Fool lurked behind his throne. When Gilfoy appeared with Crowley following, the colors, shapes and pageantry invoked a medieval tapestry.
"My, don't we all look fine?' Crowley stopped at the foot of the stairs and performed a sweeping bow.
"We look fine , we are fine and we are changing the world to our tastes, demon," Sam bowed his head, acknowledging the King of the Crossroads, and smiled.
"Who's the charmer in chains?" Crowley smirked. "Is she a present for me? "
Naomi raised her face and looked down on the demon. "Filth." She snarled.
"Well, Sam." Crowley sniffed. "Much as I hate to check out the teeth on this horse, if she is a present, I must refuse."
Samuel laughed at his demon minion. "Don't worry, Crowley. Our newest Fallen Angel is only here for a moment. We are but a layover on her voyage into the future. She's about to go visit Belial's replacement on the threshing floor."
Sam looked over the demons still assembled down on the throne room's marble parquet. "Where is Beelzebub?"
The great half necrotic lump of a demon stepped to the front of the crowd. Crowley flinched, covered his nose with one hand and moved away.
"Now Crowley, " Sam said. "Is that anyway to endear yourself to your new partner?"
"Excuse me, Moose? My new what?" Crowley practically squeaked in outrage. "I have no use for this rotting lump of flesh in my Kingdom."
"Now, Fergus," Sam smiled while Crowley shuddered. "I assume you object to the smell of my new Knight of Hell. Don't worry. Beelzebub is about to get a new form."
Sam allowed power to gather in his outstretched palm, fall through his fingers and flow down the stairs. As the flickering blue stream passed the Angel throne, Castiel leaned down to run his fingers in the current. New colors danced in the electric blue glow. Thin streamers of white and pale sky blue streaked Sam's icy stream. Dean stood and touched the top of the now living power with a single finger and red sparks danced in the fluid pouring down the stairs
When the power reached Beelzebub it climbed his maggot infested body and dissolved it. A new vision arose.
Beelzebub was now a tower of blue crystal wearing a crown of red thorns. On his back wings made of shards of glass appeared as a reminder of his long lost Angelic form. Completely inhuman and unspeakably beautiful, he was a completely new and unknown being. Next to this creation of Hell's King Crowley looked a bit dusty.
"Well, bless my garters and bust my buttons, what the hell is this, King?" Crowley sputtered.
Sam leaned down and rested his elbows on his knees. Smiling broadly he said "This is one of my New Knights of Hell. I may change that tile to Angel of Hell but I want to think more deeply about that change. He is also your new assistant, Crowley. When my brother is either not available or your deal or collection is not worthy of my brother's presence you can send Beelzebub. A Knight of Hell is an impressive substitute, isn't he?"
Beelzebub looked up at Samuel, his eyes shining. "Thank you, Samuel and thank my brother Lucifer."
Castiel rose to his feet to gather all their attention and spoke. "Demon, this is one of my brothers we are setting to watch over you. Remember that Beelzebub was once prince of the Seraphim, in power just below Lucifer. Beelzebub, along with Lucifer and Leviathan was one of the first three angels to fall. He tempts men with pride and could tempt you also. Be wary, Demon. Do not attempt to scheme, plot or join conspiracies against us. Beelzebub may be described as your assistant but first and foremost he is our watcher over your Kingdom."
Dean started to laugh. "Yeah, watch out Fergus. He's our spy. Be a good demon and mind your p's and q's.
Sam waved his hand. "You are both dismissed. Return to your Kingdom. I'll call when I need you and Dean will come when the two of you agree that his presence is necessary."
"Speaking of that, Moose," Crowley continued to address Samuel with his own special name. "I have just such an instance coming up shortly. We have a U.S. Senator to collect and another rising politician who wants to trade his withered soul. I believe that Dean will enjoy both of them."
Crowley smirked and turned his eyes on Dean. "Does it sound like fun, Squirrel? You know how you enjoy these little excursions top side. Should I call?"
"Absolutely, "Dean said without hesitation. I'm just itching to walk my dogs. I'll be here. Just send word."
Dean turned to Sam. "Gilfoy can run errands for me, right Sammy?"
"Of course, my love," Sam replied. "All of Hell follows your commands. Castiel also has the right of command. None rank high than the Triumvirate. "
"Beelzebub, Crowley, you are dismissed. Please go tend to Hell's business. I have other assignments to make."
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Samuel again flexed his hand and brought forth a ball of blue power. It pulsed and quivered, awaiting the King's command. "Belial," Sam finally called out. "You are our most faithful of servants. Steadfast and true, you remain devoted in spite of the shame piled on you. No Fallen should ever have been condemned to torture and filth. Also, Verrine, I call you to my service.
I want the two of you, as my new Knights of Hell to become the Guardians of this terminus of the Axis Mundi. You shall stand guard in the Garden, flaming swords in hand to make sure there are no unwelcome travelers from Heaven or Earth or escaping prisoners from the Hell Plain. Also keep an eye out for those rogue coyote Reapers. They are the slipperiest of all. Into your hands I place the Tree of Life and the Spirit Passage of all the visionaries of the Worlds. Guard well and assist only those who we allow passage.
Samuel let the power melt and drip between his fingers. It separated into two branches and as they flowed by Hell's other Kings both Castiel and Dean blessed the streams in passing. The riot of colors came to rest at the feet of Sam's Knights of Hell. They transformed into blue ice figures similar to that of Beelzebub however Belial's crown was pale amethyst and Verrine's was emerald green. They also both had gem like swords in sheaths on their backs.
They stood to attention on the stairs and bowed to the Hell's Trimūrti. They then turned and descended. Passing through Hell's demon courtiers they opened the forbidden gate and set out through Hell's Garden on their way to their new assignment, guarding the back door to all three plains of existence.
"Good, call, Sam." Dean said. "I was a little worried about that bolt hole. Now it's plugged and no rats will either come or go through that passage."
Castiel nodded solemnly. "I agree." He turned his eyes on Naomi, who still rested at Sam's feet on the stairs. "We should send this one on her way."
"Very true," Sam nodded. "Those are the last words she will gather here. Where is my last Knight, Satan?"
Satan, the master of witches and warlocks, the Dark Man with the cloven hooves, stood forward now.
"I am here, Lucifer."
"Ooh, but you are a proud one, aren't you, Satan?" Samuel murmured. "You see what I have done for your brother Fallen but still you still try to defy me. You need to acknowledge me as your brother, your King and the vessel of the triumvirate of spirits. Lucifer is with me now and I am Lucifer so bend your knee, proud brother. I have work for you."
Samuel knew with this Fallen he would have to take a stronger hand. Instead of allowing his power to flow he stepped forward and joined hands with his brother and Castiel. Their powers mixed within the vessel, the colors reflecting in his eyes and finally Samuel sent out a cascade of light burst from between his open lips. . The twisting, rushing stream of power descended over the Fallen Angel.
As the stream crashed down upon him Satan was transformed. He was a black, sharp-edged crystal tower and wore a crown of flames. He carried a sward as black as night with stars embedded in the blade.
"Nice one, Sam," Dean approved. "Let's keep this one here to guard the thrones. I like his style."
Satan turned to stare at Dean and raised his newly earned sword.
"Be careful, Knight." Dean warned. "I can still kick your crystal butt. How would you like to shatter into a million shards and be ground into the floor?"
Lucifer appeared. "Brother, be obedient. Hell's Kings command you. They can, each one of them, shatter you with merely a word. This will be your only warning. Yield, Satan. You have work to do for your new Lords."
The tower quivered and a human form coalesced, still crystal, still bold and black but flexible. He bowed his head in fealty."
"Nice trick," Dean smiled.
Castiel raised his hand and spread his feathered wings. "Brother, I am glad to see you lose your demonic form and this new form is more fitting however, there is still work for you. Your power over Earth's witches and warlocks is still unbound but such creatures must be controlled. Great plots and plans of the Covens must be approved by us before they are to go into effect. Do you understand? You must come here to gain permission for such actions."
Satan appeared stiff necked, no doubt remembering his previous powers but then dropped to one knee and bent his head low. "I will obey."
"Very good," Sam walked down the stairs, dragging Naomi along. He handed the end of the golden chain to Satan.
"Dearest brother," Sam said, as he handed the chain to Satan. "Please take this one to the Pit and hand her over to the demon that is now in charge of Belial's threshing floor. Thank you.
Samuel smiled and placed a hand on Satan's shoulder. "I'm sure we will work together well, brother."
Satan smiled in turn, an odd look on a black crystal face. "Yes my brother. I'll bring you back your chain however. It would not be appropriate to leave it in the Pit The demon will have no use for such a pretty thing."