Myrkur
Creeno
One more chapter and then it's on to Rukrym.
«buried alive»
You step over Kubrick(his protection broke once he willingly let it in, gave him a second chance. it's his own damn fault she took away his eyes) and makes your way to Dean. You know she would never go that far, would never kill him, no matter what her shitty, backstabbing plan was.
She's still afraid of you at heart.
dean?
He groans, and you pull him over, cold fingers gracing over his skin. He's all bloody, has a concussion. His eyes are glazed when he looks at you, looks like one of those little babies after a hunt.
He looks….
Dean looks scared.
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take him. You give Dean to Ruby, cautious still. i'm going after her. she's headed towards a gate.
"And just what the hell do you think you're going to accomplish? Hold her hand and sing Kumbayah?" She hauls him up, eyes narrowed.
just do it, you snap. where's the knife asmodai gave you?
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"Howdy," Gordon turns, but it's Meg's voice that's issuing from his lips. "Seems you're late getting to the party, as always."
and it seems you're still a scheming bitch, you reply, stepping over the broken railroad tracks. She's already murdered too many, calling attention to herself. Stupid.
"Someone needs to do your duty, as you are seemingly unfit," She hisses, goes for your neck with a knife. You move faster before the stone mausoleum, or what looks to be one. But you can feel the pulsating warmth of Hell below, can almost hear their screams and yells to be let out. She jerks the meatsuit, trying to get you to release your grip on the wrist.
war? mindless war is what you seek? You growl as she turns, still out of practice in a body like that. how petty.
Megara screeches as you break the nice little meatsuit's wrist and hand. "As if you are so much better, coming here for some piece of shi—"
You snap the meatsuits neck, cut off her words.
She still flails in your grasp and you take Ruby's knife from your pocket.
when i wish for war, you hiss, i will have it then and not before.
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You don't regret killing Gordon and Megara, but you don't have time to regret it anyway.
"Sam?"
i'll be back in three days. i promise.
Mary kisses your forehead as you slip the Colt into the pentagram and turn it.
"Be safe."
keep dean safe. that's all i care about.
You descend.
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