Author Note

This is the third and final Planeswalker Gothic story. In this story you'll discover how the Citadel of Gothics was created. As well as how Planeswalker Gothic ended up with a harem.

I'm not planning anything too adult in this story, so need for any warnings.

Planeswalker Gothic 3

Part 1

Lawrence, Kansas.

Not long after arriving in what seemed to be a modern day version of Earth, at least what counted as modern to me, I started to look around for any source of information that might clue me into what was going on in this part of the multiverse.

A newspaper told me that I was in the United States and that I was somewhere in Kansas. Back in 2007, time didn't run at same rate in all realities so this the last part was of no surprise to me. Being in Kansas was, I didn't think I'd ever been to any version of his part of the USA until today.

Where I had arrived, it was a nice little town and I thought it was as good a place as any to stop and stay for a while. After what seemed like years of travelling from one plane to another I was ready to stop and rest, even if it was only for a few weeks.

I hadn't really stopped anywhere for more than a few days ever since my second wife, Morgana Pendragon a fellow Planeswalker, had died. We'd been helping the Gatewatch deal with another Planeswalker, a very powerful black mana user, one who liked to destroy worlds for shits and giggles. I'd made it through the fight, she hadn't and since then I'd kept my distance from people.

Well not everyone, but the less said or thought about what went down between myself and Princess Twilight Sparkle, the better for my mental health. My love life had never been very successful.

Despite that I couldn't help smiling at a young couple who walked by. Although I'd never admit it, I missed that, having someone to spend your day with, to love.

It had been a while since I'd had that, Morgana and I been drifting part long before the end of the war with that blasted evil mage. Even if she'd survived I didn't think we'd be travelling together now.

After making my way into a diner, I took a seat at the counter and looked over the menu. There was nothing odd on it that would point to this being one of the more scary alternate versions of Earth, no mention of Soylent Green for example.

"What'll you have, hun?" asked the waitress as she pulled and a pad out of the pocket on her uniform "You'll have to order some coffee at least if you want to stay here".

It took me a moment to realise why she was giving a disapproving look. It had been a while since I'd been to a modern Earth as such my clothes were not in good shape and I imagined I must look rather dirty.

"Just give me a moment to go wash up" I said to the waitress "I've been on the road for a while".

I quickly entered the restroom, and then I used the conjure currency card to get myself some local money, a bag of local coins, I took more than I would need out of the bag and then stashed the rest inside my pouch of holding. I was glad that this time I didn't end up with a bag full of bank notes because when that happened the notes were always exactly the same, and thus all had the same serial numbers on them.

Then I washed as best I could, using both the sink and a little wand magic, before going back to the counter. I looked and felt a lot better now. I was amazing the difference a little soap could make.

"Can I get a burger with fries, as well as a side salad and a coke?" I requested while counting the coins "Oh and I'll have some apple pie and ice cream for afters".

The appearance of money changed the waitress's attitude very quickly.

"Sure, hun, it'll be just a few minutes" she said, in a kinder tone of voice.

I nodded and smiled as she walked away. It wasn't long before she was back and offering me some coffee.

"That's quite an accent you got there, hun" she commented while pouring me a cup of that drink Americans loved so much "Don't hear that every day".

One of many abilities was to be understood by intelligent creature no matter what form of verbal communication they used. I could even speak to a person telepathically, however since both myself and this young woman, who was an African-American in her mid twenties if I was any judge, spoke English there was no need for a translation. She was actually hearing what I said, and no doubt after travelling to so many different worlds my accent was very strange.

"I'm originally from England" I told the young lady

Truthfully I had been born in Wales, but I'd lived in England, more than one version if fact, and I did somewhat sound English.

"Give me a sec hun" the waitress said as someone called her from inside the kitchen.

I was just starting to worry about the food not coming my way when the waitress returned. Only there was something wrong with her I noted as she placed my meal on the counter. She seemed more sure of her self now, cocky in fact. Too much so in fact, her vibe was all wrong.

My supernatural senses were what really tipped me off. This person had two souls, one normal and pure, the other seemed all kinds of wrong and I could smell something, sulphur?

Another thing that tipped me off to the fact that something was wrong was the fact that he nice young lady's eyes suddenly went black. That did not happen with normal humans.

"Well, shit" I muttered.

Before long I knew what was going on. I was in the verse of Supernatural and this waitress was playing host to a demon.

"You should know that I felt you arrive" the demon said "You sent out waves with your power. I've got no idea how you can have that kind of power, but I'll find out in a moment".

I had a bad feeling that I knew what was coming next, so I did the first thing that came to mind, which was to shield myself with a barrier made of White Mana. I saw the smoke, and thankfully it didn't enter me. It was held back my shield, and after some time it retreated back into the waitress.

"What the hell was that?!" the demon shouted.

That was when the creature threw itself at me, and I reacted again pushing us both into the Blind Eternities.

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Lawrence, Kansas.

"That was unpleasant" I muttered to myself.

Even for experienced Planeswalkers like myself it wasn't easy to quickly enter and leave the Void, or the Howling as it was sometimes called, it was not a place anyone other than a Planeswalker, or a vessel protected by special shielding, could survive at all.

I'd destroyed that demon, but at the cost of the woman it whose body it had taken over, she died mind, body and soul. I didn't feel too guilty about this as it had been in self defence, and it was really the demon's fault. But this wasn't the first time some innocent had suffered because I'd entered their life.

Quickly I moved into the kitchen and found the cook, he was dead, he'd stabbed himself by the looks of things. The demon must have entered him first, killed the body, and then jumped into the waitress, not sure why, to cover its tracks maybe, but it hardly mattered. I now knew that the demon would have killed the waitress too. Granted she might have gone to heaven rather than be destroyed totally, but again that hadn't really been my fault.

I picked up the diner's phone dialled 911 and left the diner without speaking, I'd left the line open so the police would soon be on the way, they could clean up the mess.

As I walked down the street I reached out my Planeswalker senses, but detected nothing other than normal humans, and lower life forms. That demon must have been close by in order to detect me, however it might just be a matter of time before more tracked me down.

I had to do something to protect myself. I could just leave, Planeswalking again so soon would be a strain, yet it could be done. However as I though about it I realised that this world was a great opportunity for me as long as I careful about it.

Sure there were dangers here, demons, angel, gods, and all kinds of monsters, more kinds than I could hope to remember, but I could handle most of them, and run away from those that I couldn't.

The End of Days wouldn't start for a while yet, so I had some time to study the magic of this world. Before running away like any sane dimension hopper would.

First things first I would need a safe haven, and to find means of protecting myself from getting body jacked by a demon, I couldn't keep up a white mana shield all the time, but they had wards for that sort of thing here.

There was a place I could go to get what I needed and many things I desired, and that was the Men of Letters bunker. Finding and entering it should have been next to impossible, however one of the clever things I'd done a while back was to download the wikis for a load of fictional universes onto my omni-tool, it was just a matter of finding the right information and I'd have that bunker and all its secrets.

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Men of Letters Bunker. Supernatural Verse.

It had been all too easy to break into this place considering how secure it was suppose to be. The wiki article combined with some scrying magic had led to me to a man called Larry Ganem who'd had a key to this place, and after rooting around in his mind I'd gotten the location as well. I'd even erased his short term memories so he wouldn't even remember me taking the key.

That he'd even had a key was a surprise as the wiki told me that the key that been held by Larry Ganem, was passed on to Henry Winchester so as to protect it from the demon Abaddon. Henry Winchester then travelled to the future with the intention of meeting his blood relative and son, John Winchester but ended up in Sam and Dean's motel room in 2013.

However upon thinking about it made sense that Ganem had a spare. He'd survived Abaddon's rampage, and some one must have arranged a clean up of the bodies, and if each Men of Letters Elder had key there would have been a few spares lying around after everyone else had been killed.

Time travel always made things confusing, but what mattered is that I'd been able to get my hands on a key, and that I'd found the Men of Letters Bunker.

Actually getting to the bunker was the harder part since I couldn't have just teleported here, it was warded against that, and I wasn't so good at Planeswalking that I could control exactly where I arrived within a dimension.

Besides with all the wards it might not be such a good idea to Planeswalk in or out of the Men of Letter's Bunker. If any human group within this world had knowledge of Planeswalkers and how to defend against my kind it would be the Men of Letters.

It had taken me a while to arrive at this place, but I had thanks to a map and rather helpful taxi driver, whose memory I'd also been forced to erase, which would led to him wondering why he had such a big tip, I'd then unlocked the door and made my way inside.

Once inside I saw that the bunker was laid out in two layers, with a balcony level at the entrance, and a second level where the main area was. It didn't look that easy to defend, anyone breaking in through the front door would have a clear line of fire at anyone in the main room.

In the main room the walls were covered with bookcases and filing cabinets, which I was sure contained a lot of information which had been collected over centuries. At the end of the end of the main room was a very large telescope, for some reason. It also contained a library that was decorated in rather lavish style.

Within the room adjacent to the library was a variety of old computers and some other machines, they were still functional, despite having not been used in decades, and possessed some form of sensors and early warning devices, I remembered when watching the show as they were automatically activated when the angels were expelled from heaven.

Technology wasn't really my thing so I didn't think I'd have much use for these computers. Besides I could use my omni-tool and that had much more processing power and memory than anything in this world.

There were other rooms too, not just places to sleep, though there were enough rooms for a couple of dozen people, but also a firing range, a kitchen, a garage, a shower and bath room, a freaking armoury, more than a few store rooms, and what seemed to be a sick bay. Most worrying was the hidden dungeon, clearly it had been created to contain demons, and perhaps other evil things.

As for the furniture and decor, they were from past decades, which made sense it had been decorated about half a century ago. Still the style wasn't too bad, and everything within had been preserved well. I imagined even a few of the more regular items down here would be of interest as some people did love old crap.

The Men of Letters' bunker also had a massive amount of warding made up of multiple layers. I could sense it. These defences included limiting the movements of Planeswalkers as I knew right away that I couldn't Planeswalk in or out of the building. I'd only encountered three other places in the multiverse were this happened, and two of those had been prisons for very powerful magic uses. Perhaps the Men of Letters had encountered a Planeswalker before, or it could simply be a byproduct of all the warding.

Another possible accidental side-effect of the bunker's supernatural shielding was that it was proof against signal-tracking; so that while phone communications between the bunker and an outside party are clear and normal, the phone signals within the bunker cannot be tracked closer than a twenty-mile radius. This was one of the things the wiki told me about.

The downloaded information also told me that Men of Letters are "preceptors, observers, beholders, chroniclers", of mysteries not easily explainable or known to men. They had knowledge of mysteries of the supernatural and many arcane arts like alchemy. They considered hunters to be a lower class of people when compared to them. Thus, their order only shared its secrets to the most elite hunters those they deemed to be worthy.

They had knowledge of ancient and powerful magic, including exorcisms and even time travel spells. For example in the show one of the members, Henry Winchester, tapped into his own soul in order to power a spell that took him to the future. They also were aware of the existence of angels, something hunters only gained knowledge of during the Apocalypse. Additionally, they knew of the existence of dragons, and Atlantis, among other things.

This download information would be simply to confirm, just rather time consuming as there were a lot of files in this bunker, and not just raw information, but also relics, including the Spear of Destiny and the Key to Oz.

I quickly found the Spear of Destiny, which if the lore was correct dated back to the crucifixion. It is believed by some that while Jesus's was being crucified that a Roman solider stabbed Jesus with a spear, and this was that spear.

Along with the Holy Grail, it is one of the most important relics in all of Christianity, I had no idea what powers it had, but given that it was a spear that had been covered in holy blood it wouldn't surprise me if I could kill demons with it.

Not that I intended to do that unless really desperate, I wasn't sure if I wanted to taint something this holy, and I wasn't really a believer. Still if it any way worked like in the movie Constantine, perhaps it was a good idea to keep it locked up.

While there were a hundred things I wanted to do in this place, I couldn't decide what to do first so I picked up a book and started reading, I was drawn strongly to the lure of forbidden knowledge.

I soon learned that although the Men of Letterers considered Hunters to be below them, the Men of Letters did share many of their characteristics and habits, such as keeping journals, this was the journal of a Man of Letters who'd been working with a Hunter shortly before he died I'd guess.

Soon I also learned that much like Hunters they did sometimes investigate supernatural events and phenomenon, using alias and impersonating officials. This sort of "Field work" was necessary for initiates to partake in before initiation.

This got me wondering if I could use the information here to aid Hunters, but they were a dangerous lot so I would have to take certain measures, and it would cost them. There was a lot of power in this place, but all the information was about fifty years out of date, it wouldn't be such a bad idea to trade some info the Men of Letters had gathered for more up to date info.

The Men of Letters certainly hadn't been lacking in valuable information, there were books here that any Hunter would pay anything for, A Practitioner's Guide to Exorcism, which contained not only exorcisms that could banish demons to lowest pits of hell, but also went in great detail on how to perform these rituals safely.

There was also a book that contained detailed information on monsters a sort of Hunter's Beastitry, it told the reader exactly how each species of monsters, fed, bred and nested, and that just to start with. The book carefully explained how to kill each kind of monster in a quick and sometimes easy way. No mention of wood chippers, that must be a Bobby Singer original.

That book alone would put any Hunter in my debt, but why sell the whole thing when I carefully copy the information on each monster into a file and sell them when a Hunter wanted information. I'd have to give out a few freebies just to get attention, but still I could make a huge profit.

I figured that if I sent the already mentioned Bobby Singer some info on rare monsters this would led to Hunters, and others involved in the supernatural, lining up around the block.

Of course I'd need a public office, somewhere secure but not hidden, a place with a legitimate business as a front. Maybe a store of some kind. I could sell some of the stuff I could create from my cards, not the dangerous stuff, the things mostly useless to a non-planeswalker.

If nothing else it might be amusing to spend some time running a business. I'd not done that before, and I didn't want to spend all my time in this universe locked up in a bunker. Even if it was a cool bunker.

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Lawrence, Kansas.

I managed to quickly set up an antique business in a city not that far from the bunker which I was already starting to think of as home. Lawrence was notable as the city of birth of Sam and Dean Winchester, and was the home to their parents prior to the death of Mary Winchester at the hands of Azazel, one of the Princes of Hell. Also the psychic Missouri Moseley resided here in Lawrence. So there was a lot of supernatural activity here in this town.

This was good for me as more than a few Hunters passed through this town, as did a few demons, which had given me a chance to test my defences. Demons couldn't even walk past the store, I'd sensed one trying. Luckily old yellow eyes hadn't tried, he was one of the few demons I wasn't actually concerned about. If he ever darkened my doorstep I'd planeswalk out of this reality and never come back.

I'd not just warded against demons either, this place was angel proof too, in theory. No Angels had popped in to smite me or encourage me to leave, like other higher powers had in other realities. Which meant either they didn't care about me, or that they didn't want to upset me.

"Can I help you?" I asked a young woman as she entered my store.

She didn't beat around the bush.

"You could start with not stealing my clients" she said.

This was Bela Talbot, she was no Hunter, but she was involved in the supernatural. I knew a lot about her as not only did I have the wiki to call upon, but also other means of gathering info on people. I'd carefully gathered the data because I'd known that Miss Talbot might come into my new life. She was a con artist and thief, and I had things worth stealing.

As a young girl, Bela appeared to be quiet and timid, this due to the abuse she endured from her father, from what I'd been able to gather the abuse was sexual, and the mother, whose spirit I'd summoned, she was haunting the sight were her car had crashed, had known and she'd been too scared to stop it. Not good, but she'd hardly deserved to have a cross-roads demons come after her.

I'd sent the spirit off to the after life, and I was pretty sure she'd gone up rather than down, which supported my understanding that the mother had simply been too scared to act. I'd also gathered that Bela's father was not haunting anywhere, and that in life he'd been a very bad man. Charming like Bela could be, but also evil. Bela was more like her father than she'd ever admit.

Abbie, to use the name her mother liked to call her, later developed a more light-hearted demeanour that belied how ruthless she could be. She had a witty, sarcastic sense of hum or that she used to tease and banter with others.

She wasn't being witty or light hearted right now which made sense as her deadline for her demon deal approached, and I might be getting in the way of jobs she imagined could led to a way out of her deal. They wouldn't, but she didn't know that, and given the way she acted even if she got out of the deal she'd end up in hell anyway.

Bela's skills, resources, lack of loyalty to anyone other than herself, and willingness to do whatever it took to get what she wanted made her a dangerous adversary despite the fact that she was only human.

Also Bela was greedy, manipulative, and selfish. She thought of hunters as sociopath killers pursuing vengeance on the supernatural, which to be fair most of them were.

I put on a fake smile and turned toward the petite woman standing near my counter, under the glass of this counter were many lovely things, including some magical weapons, and artifacts that severed no real purpose other than to look nice when on display.

"People are allowed to shop here" I replied "Its a free country after all".

I didn't just sell mystical things and information. Despite having only been here for a few weeks I'd already dealt with some minor issues. The only downside to going Hunting was that I had to close the store. Not that the store really needed to be open, before long my business cards would be everywhere and people would be calling me for appointments.

Plus that was just what I could get from this world. I had access to every plane of existence, at least in theory, so I could get my hands of technology and mystical stuff that the locals here had never even heard about. Assuming of course that anyone here had anything to make it worth while making the trip.

"How about this" the woman suggested "I'll write you a big check and you go out of business".

She really didn't want the competition.

"I don't want your money Bela" I told her.

None of this was about money. I could make money out of mana if I so wished too. No I trade for more information, for bits of magic, and for future favours. I intended to stay in this reality until I had either milked it of all that it was worth, or until someone drove me out.

"I heard that you already have a few hunters gunning for you" Bela said as she leaned over the counter, showing off some cleavage.

There were a few hunters out there who had a 'suffer not the witch to live' attitude. Not all though, some saw the value of playing nice with a powerful spell caster. I wasn't worried about a few trigger happy humans. I had enough defences, both mystical and mundane, to keep me safe and they came at me as a group I'd just leave this reality.

"I was expecting it to happen sooner or later" I told the young woman "There's more than a couple of barely functioning adults out there who think that anything which isn't their idea of a normal person should be killed on sight".

This was when I decided to change the subject.

"I heard you ran into the Winchesters" I mentioned.

Bela looked momentarily uncomfortable. No doubt they'd gotten under her skin.

"I did. Twice now" she told me.

There was never any harm trying to gather more information so I decided to discuss the subject of the Winchesters. They could be deadly enemies or useful allies, or even deadly allies as well as useful enemies.

"I've heard some interesting rumours about those two" I mentioned "Their father as well".

The truth was known to me, but since I may have altered this time line simply by being here it was best to find out if what I knew was accurate. Heck for all I knew this was very alternate time when the End of Days wasn't going to happen.

"Any credit to those rumours?" she asked

I spent a moment considering what to say.

"To some of them yes" I told her "Its true about what happened to their mother".

Bela found my words strange. Perhaps she didn't know as much as I'd thought she had.

"Might as well let you know" I said to the young woman "You won't be around long enough to see how it plays out"

She fidgeted, but her face remained impassive.

"Yes Bela. I know about your deal" I said "Your time's almost up".

I could actually feel the marker on her soul. I'd never sensed a claimed soul before, it was very odd feeling. There weren't words

The claim had been put on her by a Crossroad Demons which are a kind of higher ranking demon tasked with "buying" souls for Hell through deals with humans. These deals consist of the demon granting the human's wish in exchange for ownership over that person's soul, resulting in the person dying and going to Hell to be transformed into a demon upon death. Crossroad demons are named as such because they could be summoned at crossroads by humans seeking to make deals. They answered to the King of the Crossroads; this was currently Crowley.

While the deals were typically beneficial to humans, the benefits are almost always temporary as the deals are usually made at the price of the person's soul. Crossroad Demons are master manipulators and love to play with people's emotions, particularly negative emotions such as greed, guilt and fear. All Crossroads Demons sign their contracts with a kiss, but it was possible to sign a written contract. Crossroad demons don't mention this, as that way they can hide things in the small print.

A Crossroad Demon can be summoned by digging a hole in the dead centre of a set of crossroads and burying a box containing a picture of the mortal wishing to make the deal, some graveyard dirt, and a bone from a black cat. Crossroads demons most often possess the bodies of strikingly attractive women who appeal to the men making the deals.

Some Crossroad Demons have shown the ability to modify the deals they have made for their own purposes. They could also cancel the contract if given a good enough reason to, but this could result in the human losing whatever it was they wished for.

Also it was important to note that if the person who had made the contracted suffered an accident that can allow a Crossroad Demon to collect their soul early as long as the demon did not personally kill the person. If the demon died do the killing this invalidated the contract.

"Do you know any way to..." she struggled to ask.

Clearly she wasn't one to request help. The file I'd put together on her suggested as much.

"Cancel the deal?" I finished for her. "Yes, and no".

I saw the hope in her eyes.

"You could try to kill the demon that holds your contract" I suggested "Or try to renegotiate. There are things out there that demons want more than your soul. Perhaps they'll be willing to make a trade"

Those weren't her only options.

"Or you could sell yourself to me" I offered "That is if you don't mind being locked up underground in a place so secure even the devil himself couldn't find you".

Not that is option appealed to me as I wouldn't trust Bela in the bunker, and I didn't really want to own a person. Judging by the look on her face she didn't want to be owned.

"Other than that if you find something worth while I could arrange transport to another world, a place the hell hounds can't track you" I said next.

This was when we began to make a deal of our own.

"Good luck Bela" was all I said once we were finished.