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Fading Memories
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Summary: Memories of fire will remain scorched in three specific minds for all their lives even if they start to fade over time... 3 POVS with memories of the night of the fire.
Disclaimer: The usual... I don't own the characters or anything associated with the show...
Warnings: Season 4 spoilers and bad language
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POV3: Lucifer
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Fire is a beautiful and wondrous thing. It truly is something to behold. It thrives and feeds on oxygen, just like the humans, and kills and destroys as it does so – just like the humans. Only unlike the humans, fire is much more unpredictable, unless you know what you're looking for. And if that fire is controlled by a demon, well then you've got no chance 'cause no one but the demon himself knows what that fire is gonna do – well, except me that is. Well anyway, his fire was particularly magnificent.
Whilst I couldn't see it, I could still feel it right through my entire essence… white hot fire, scorching… flames licking at the night sky, torturing the absent Lord, mocking him as neighbours and friends and family all asked 'why'. Me, personally I just delighted in her prayers as she begged not for her own life, but for her children's and husband's - never truly understanding just how safe they were.
They still had their roles to play, still had their dominoes to push and this, her death, would be not only their catalyst but also the reason why it had to be them and no one else. Why it had to be John to break his eldest so badly that he couldn't live without his little brother, and why it had to be Dean to break the first seal of the lock to my cage door, whilst by a sick twist of fate it would be Sam who broke the last. So yes, all four Winchesters had their parts to play in a little production I liked to call 'getting me the Goddamn son of a bitching hell out of this freaking bastard prison cell'. And let's just say this fire was Mary's curtain call.
I kinda liked the idea of this fire in particular being the opening act, my own little back story being the prologue preceding it. Cast out of Heaven for my blasphemous words when in truth I am really just an angelic equivalent to the human's Leonardo Da Vinci – thinking outside the box, my ideas well before their time. In other words, everyone else was just too chickenshit to admit that I was right. I mean, in all honesty, I don't mind the humans. They're great little toys – but that's all they are, moving chess board pieces, manipulated by the greater beings that surround them, and so willingly they bend.
But I digress, I was talking about fire and how beautiful it is when plans start coming together. And well, as long as that son of a bitch absent father of mind doesn't decide to make a sudden miraculous appearance, I'll soon be free… And to think it all started with one measly house fire. Oh the chain reaction it would have… I could see it all happening now – I could see the Winchesters in all their glory, as they ran around trying to do good, trying to kill the bad things… never once understanding that it would be because of them that the baddest of the bad would be let loose.
It was poetic and it was magnificent. And I loved every last thing about that fire… It truly is a wondrous thing. It was the key event that would not only seal the fate of the Winchesters… but also the fate of the world.
Yes, I really do love fire.
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