The room was large and filled with shadows. It would have been complete if not the holes in its ceiling letting in broken shafts of light. It looked much like you would expect from an abandoned warehouse. It was dirty, a rancid stench rising from the stale pools of water. Huge chains dangled from the ceiling. Beams splintered and creaked with the added weight of mice scampering across their unstable arms. A breeze ran through the hall, and if you looked close enough you could almost see the walls shake from this disturbance to the still air. The whining hinges of the door echoed deeply, just adding to the desolate, dark atmosphere. In the center of the room stood Crowley, his demons, and Arthur. Merlins first sight of his long lost friend almost made him loose control. He was on his knees, hands bound behind his back, blood dripping from a broken nose and split lip. Under the blood was a pale, thin man with sunken blue eyes filled with both joy and dispare. He was slumped, not like the once proud king of Camelot the warlock knew. After taking in the state of his King, his eyes moved to him captor. He looked almost exactly the same as he did 20 years ago. Short and smug. The thought alone that this monster had held his friend for 2 weeks made him want to both hurl and destroy everything in sight, every evil thing to disgrace the earth with their presence.
"You're here, finally." Crowley practically sang stepping forward to begin. The ice in Arthurs eyes chilled Dean to the core. " hello, moose. Hello squirrel. Now you, the real reason we are all gathered here." He brushed The Winchesters off as if they were nothing, directing his voice to Merlin, knowing full well it would fill all those present with fire. It was rather funny to him, watching the Winchesters grip their weapons and growl knowing full well they couldn't do anything unless they wanted the death of Arthur. It filled Crowley with satisfaction. It was at this moment of power he spared a moment to think about the girl and wondered is he was dead already. He supposed she was, by now at least. Merlins voice brought him back to the present.
"Let Arthur go." The raven stated. Crowley almost laughed.
"Let him go? Oh, I don't think you are in any position to make any demands at the moment. You are out numbered and seem to be on the losing side in the leverage department.
"Let him go and ill come quietly and do what ever you ask." Merlin said again. This time Crowley did laugh.
"Oh you'll do what I ask no matter what, seeing as his life will be on the line with everything." The King of Hell chuckled. He snapped his fingers and immediately Arthur's head was yanked back by the hair and a knife pressed against his throat. A thin tickle of blood began to seek down to his chest. Merlin started forward but stopped when Crowley raised his hand. The knife dug deeper. Merlin stepped back. "Now I want you to dispose of the two Winchesters behind you." He gestured at then in a dismissive way, as if they were of no more importance than a rat. Merlins eyes widened.
"No- I -I - " the raven stuttered, shaking his head. Crowley cocked his head.
"Oh? Then maybe this will motivate you." He flicked his wrist and the demon with the knife pulled it away from his neck and drove in deep into Arthurs side. Plain flared and Arthur grunted. Blood gushed when the monster pulled out the knife. Merlin yelled. Arthur could feel the blackness dragging him back. He collapsed.
Something broke inside Merlin, and something escaped. Something that had been restrained for longer than he knew himself. From before he knew Arthur. It filled Merlin with liquid fire when the blonds body hit the ground. Nothing else moved for a second. Nothing. Not even a mouse. The fire burned hotter and hotter, and he screamed. It was an awful scream, torn from deep inside him. Derived from a millennia of loss, pain, death. And with the scream the thing took over his body. His eyes turned gold, completely gold, just like a demon when their eyes go black. He began to shake. Golden waves flowed from him, throwing everything against the wall. Everything but the demon who stabbed Arthur. He disintegrated with a scream of pure agony.
Sam and Dean collided with the wall hard. They had seen everything except his eyes. With a glance at each other they began struggling to reach their guns. Sam had no idea what Merlin was but he was powerful. Too powerful. He watched as Merlin just stood their, slight tremors racking his body. It was too much for him to hold in. Dean just wanted to get to the gun so he could protect himself against the world, even if it did mean shooting Merlin.
For the first time that day, Crowley was less than sure he would win. In fact, at this moment, pinned to the wall by golden tendrils coming from the creature he now believed was anything but human, he was quite sure this would be the end of his life. Staring into the emotionless eyes was unnerving. In front of him lay the body of Arthur, who he wasn't sure if was dead or alive but he was, not exactly praying but really strongly hopping that he was alive. It was in this moment Merlin spoke. It was a hideous experience voice, broken into several parts, filling the room with its booming.
"You killed Arthur. You will pay." Merlin began to walk forward, slow, intimidating, terrifying.
"Merlin! Stop!" Sam shouted hopping to stop him from bringing down the entire warehouse. The walls shook. Merlin did stop and he turned to face Sam.
"Merlin is not here. I am Emrys." Emrys then turned back to his prey. Both Dean and Sam yelled for him to stop. Emrys had almost reached the cowering Crowley when the doors slammed open again he golden eyed creature turned once more to look at the intruder. It was a girl, deeply hidden in shadow. The only thing you could see was her glowing eyes locked onto Emrys.
Mythri stalked forward, head down, clenched fists. she was covered in blood. Dried streams crusted over her lip from a freshly broken nose. Dirt covered her arms as well as deep scratches and dark bruises. Her hair was wild and unkept, blood dried inside it as well as everywhere else, but not as wild as the furry that dripped from the deep blue that filled her eyes. Emrys' eyes widened.
"Your supposed to be dead. I killed you." He stated, a slight bit of panic in his voice. He slipped back half a pace before regaining his composure.
" that's kinda the point." She growled. He sent several glowing l straight for her. " I was born to keep you in Check. You can't kill me." With a flick of her wrist the energy dissipated into nothing, her voice raising in volume until the walls shook even more with the booming of her voice. "You can't do anything to me!" She stoped a foot in front of him, fuming. Both were breathing hard. There was a moment of silence before she continued once again. " now, " she began, voice barely above a whisper but shaking with unheard power. Her eyes glittered icy blue with heartless rage. " let my brother go."