Title: the line in grayscale
Disclaimer: not my characters
Warnings: takes place in Hell
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 210
Point of view: first
Prompt: Dean +/ Alastair, Hate that I can't hate you
C'mon, kiddo, don't be like that. You know you enjoy it, the blood and the screams. I'm the only one to ever understand you, Dean. You know that. I see the brokenness in you, the monster just waiting to be unleashed.
Oh, the hate in your eyes, Dean. It's beautiful. So tantalizing. You loathe me, and you don't even remember why. I know that, too. Your life Above… nothing but half a faded memory, lost beneath me and Hell, my razor and the rack.
Don't think I don't know you'll kill me, first chance you get. Down here, though, you can't. This is my playground, my workroom. Here I am king, unchallenged and undefeatable. And you, sweetheart, you're my heir. You're my masterpiece.
You'll get out of here, Dean. You'll return to the Above world and you'll see why your whole life has been a chessgame between Heaven and Hell.
You'll still be my heir, my favorite, even after you're the reason for my demise. And you can hate me for the rest of eternity, but it doesn't matter. Because I've twisted you up enough that you can't tell the difference between hate and love.
So hate me, boy. Hate me forever. I hate you, just as much.