Title: They say
Disclaimer: not my characters; just for fun.
Warnings: future!fic; fairly dark
Pairings: none
Rating: R
Wordcount: 400
Point of view: third
Notes: to the prompt They build Sam's throne in Golgotha, among the bones.
They call it the Palace of Skulls. They say the darkest being ever born sits on a throne of bones from those who challenged him. They say that after the first battle, none ever dared to challenge him again.
He has a court, they say, scared whispers in the endless night. A court of demons and monsters, legends made real simply from his power. He has an army always at the ready, prepared to slip between worlds and conquer new lands.
He killed God, they say, those who survived. He tore down the gates of Heaven and marched alone against Heaven's chorus. And he won. He slaughtered the angels and beat God to the golden street, taking reign over Heaven and Earth, over every place there ever was.
Bow before me, he demanded of the Creator.
And God murmured gently, No.
So he killed God with a laugh.
They say.
He mastered Lucifer after, offering the devil the same choice. Lucifer left Heaven because he hated bowing, but he knelt before God's killer with barely a shudder.
None of them, the survivors, knew where he came from, what he wants. The world is a barren wasteland, and he lives off fear. His court feed on humans, mangled corpses and screaming children, and all he ever does is laugh.
His Palace of Skulls was raised over Golgotha, where God's favorite died, thousands of years before. They say Lucifer cackled, but no one really knows.
They say there is hope, in tiny, fleeting whispers, mother to son to granddaughter. They say there is one soul—just one—who can destroy God's killer. No one knows his name or how he could do it, who he could be to have such power.
But he will come again, they say. He was alive once—he knew the darkest being ever born before he was dark.
They were lovers, some say. Others say friends. But he died, somehow—killed by accident or design, no one is sure. But his death led to what the world became.
They say.
But he'll come again. Reborn by chance or will. Maybe resurrected by God's killer.
But he'll come back. And he'll kill the monster who sits on the throne of bones in the Palace of Skulls.
No, a few mutter. He will join the dark. And there will never again be hope.
They say. But no one knows.