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Hey guys, I'm back! I decided to finish Boy King before coming back so there would be no more hiatuses (is that the right spelling?). So this fic will now update once a week until its completion! I hope y'all enjoy reading, and I'm so sorry for the long wait.

Dante watched as the Lord's vessel paced around the room in frustration. His footsteps echoed softly off the walls.

"My liege-"

The vessel spun around on his heel, his eyes shooting daggers. "What, Dante? What could you say that could possibly make me feel any better? My brother is dead, and I wasn't even there to back him up! I didn't see if he went out 'guns blazing' like he always wanted to go. I didn't see if he felt any pain." The Lord's vessel sunk into himself. "I wasn't there. I... I let him down." The Lord's vessel's eyes turned steely again. He squared his shoulders. "But, you know what? You didn't even have the presence of mind to tell me earlier that he had died. I had an interesting conversation with Casey when I got back from burning my brother's bones, and she told me you came back yesterday. You didn't tell me immediately when my brother died. Why the hell did you wait so long to tell me? Why the hell didn't you tell me when my brother was caught by two Pagan Gods so I could've gone and helped him before he died? I told you not to engage, but that didn't mean you couldn't have told me he was in trouble! There's a lot I have done wrong in this world, and there's a lot I've done wrong to Dean, but his death isn't on me."

Dante's head was in a whirlwind. What to respond, must respond quickly, can't think of anything, shit shit shit... Wait.

Dante held his hands up as if to shield himself from the vessel's wrath. "My liege, you were supposed to be resting. I didn't want to upset you when you were supposed to be gaining your energy back from your last hunt. I-"

Dante dropped to the ground, his last words caught in his throat. He couldn't talk. He couldn't breathe. This type of grip wasn't restricting air flow; demons don't need air to live. This type of grip was crushing the demon in the meatsuit little by little. Dante futilely clawed at his neck, but he knew it was too late. If the Lord's vessel didn't want to keep him around, there was no way for Dante to overcome his power. He was done for.

The pressure was alleviated, and Dante fell to his knees, gasping. He managed to choke out, "w-what?"

The Lord's vessel was staring at... nothing. Dante turned to see what he was looking at, but there was nothing there but a pillar.

Suddenly, Dante was thrown across the room where he slammed against a wall. His eyes were open wide in surprise. What the hell just happened?

The Lord's vessel spit out one word, and that one word sent shivers down Dante's spine.

"Lilith."

Sam didn't move as a blonde woman stepped out from behind the pillar, her white dress blowing from not wind, but the intensity of her power.

Lilith smiled at Sam. "Sam, it's so nice to finally meet you face-to-face. I'm a big fan of yours."

Sam laughed mirthlessly. "We both know that's not true. You are the head of the resistance to overthrow me."

"Oh, but you have it all wrong. I only want to help you. You are just doing things the wrong way." Lilith slowly walked towards Sam. "You should embrace your little secret."

Lilith was inches away from Sam, but he didn't feel threatened. He stood still as she started to circle him like a lioness circles her prey. "You should humbly accept Lucifer into your little meatsuit so he can have a chance to come out and play."

Sam laughed. "And why would I let the freaking devil out into this world? I'm trying to help this world, not kill it."

Lilith laughed. "You live such a boring life. Saving people? No matter how many people you save, thousands more will die." Lilith stopped in front of Sam, her lips pursed as if in thought. "Unless... Well, if you had the almost limitless power of the devil inside of you, you could do anything you wanted. You could stop any hunt with the snap of your fingers. You could ensure no demons ever kill another human or create deals with them. The resistance wouldn't exist because no one would even think of undermining our God."

Lilith flipped her hair over her shoulders. "Oh, well. You choose." With a wink, she added, "you know how to find me," and teleported out of the room.