Amanthastood in the shadows, watching the scene fold out with amusement. Magnus was confused, Luke was staring at his hand, and Raphael was facedown, unconscious on the table. Meliorn looked upon them with distaste and was about to make a comment
when a blade suddenly protruded from his chest. Magnus blinked with surprise as Meliorn slid down, dead. A familiargirl with silver eyes frowned.
"Well," she said. "It ain't a love octagon no more."
A snap of two fingers was all it took to get them to Idris. Magnus collapsed on the ground, confused and still drugged.
"What's going on?" He slurred.
Luke was still examining his hand and Raphael- well you know how he is.
"What the hell?" Robert Lightwood's voice called out, angry.
Another snap and everyone neededwas present in Robert's living room. Sebastian spun around in shock and got a silver blade to the chest from Amantha.
"Goddammit!" She exclaimed. "Wrong blade."
Pulling the silver blade out, she stabbed a blade made of pure fire into his chest and he crumbled into ashes.
"Yeah that's right!" She yelled. "Go rot in purgatory, you fecking eedget! That was for killing Raphael!"
"Raphael is dead?" Simon asked, coming out of his stupor, looking horrified.
"Oh no honey, he's fine, but he wouldn't have been if I hadn't intervened." Amantha frowned. "Jeez, Isounded like a fury."
"Who are you?" Isabelle demanded as Alec rushed over to Magnus, who was staring at the ashes on the ground, a puzzled look on his face. Simon walked over to Raphael's crumpled form hesitantly.
"Oh, it's so nice to meet you all, I'm Amantha. And I kind of need your help with a war. No need to worry about this war, I've taken care of it already."
"What do you mean you've taken care of this war already?" Alec asked, confused.
"No need to worry about this topic, Alec, you just focused on your boyfriend. I've taken away the effects, so he should be good now."
As if on cue, Magnus blinked and tripped over Alec, dragging him down to the floor with a groan. Raphael let out a moan of pain that he would've never let escape his lips if fully consious, and slowly opened his eyes to see Simon staring down at him,
worried.
"Anyways, people, let's talk war."
...
"Rip," a voice called. The legends stopped their activities. Rip turned to see a teenage girl.
"Who are you?" He asked.
"Rip, this isn't real," she said. "Concentrate Rip, this isn't real."
His surroundings started to ripple and fade until they were alone.
"What- what is this? Who are you?" Rip asked, alarmed.
"Rip, we need you," she said softly, taking small steps towards him. "You job isn't done yet. You're a legend, remember? And legends don't die. We need your help. Just one more mission and I'll send you back here."
Rip swallowed.
"Please," she begged. "But you don't have to do this if you don't want to. I'm just asking for your help. It's your choice."
Rip sighed and nodded.
...
"Gabriel."
Gabriel's eyes shot open in the dark. He looked around, sitting up.
"Gabriel," the voice said again.
A figure stepped towards in, dressed in a black hood. The person threw it back, revealing a stunning girl.
"Who are you?" Gabriel asked, stepping away from her.
"I'm Amantha. I'm here for your help."
"I already helped the Winchesters. Look where that got me."
Amantha didn't reveal anything on her face.
"I know. I get it, but we're all in trouble. A war is coming and we need to gather an army. Besides, Iknow you miss Sam."
She smiled slyly at him, making his face heat up.
"I can't fight it cause I'm not allowed to. But I can bring people back from the dead and unite the fandoms. After the war, if you still want to come back, I'll send you back here. So what do you say?"
...
"Gabriel!" Sam shouted as Michael stabbed Gabriel. Michael suddenly exploded in a white light. An attractive girl stepped forward.
"Team Free Will," she called out. "It's a pleasure to finally meet you."
"Who are you?" Dean asked, standing protectively in front of Sam.
"I'm Amantha. I need your help in fighting a war. Now, I know you guys are tired of all this, but after this, I'll make sure you guys get the rest you deserve. I've gathered an army. You will be safe."
Dean, Sam, and Cas looked at each other and nodded.
"Good."