Suddenly I was walking along an echoing corridor, wandering around searching through the random doors, looking for something. I wasn't sure about what I was looking for but my body kept moving me forward.
I was lost in a maze of never ending corridors and doors. I just wanted to stop but my body wouldn't let me, it was like I was drawn to something like a magnet. I sighed and decided to go with the flow, hoping it would lead me to some answers. It was not like I could do otherwise.
I suddenly stopped at a large oak door. I tried to walk away from it but I was rooted to the spot. I could feel the darkness radiated out of the room, seeping through the cracks in the door. Someone wanted me to open the door of my free will but I was unsure of what lay behind the closed door. I took a deep breath and reached for the door handle and slowly opened the door. I walked in; weary of who or what I might find within the room. I immediately recognised the room.
The heat of the hearth was causing me to burn up. A sweet aroma was filling the room, dulling my sense of reason. I didn't want to be in the same room as him; the thought of it made me feel physically sick for some strange reason. I turned around and attempted to open the door but it wouldn't open. Panic rose within me, filling my heart. The heat of the room was affecting my senses and my ability to think straight; my last coherent though was Oh no, not again.
A deep chuckle brought me out of my blank state. I forced myself to concentrate and look around the room. I marvelled at the detail of the fireplace and the quality of the room. The room was similar to that of Tudor royalty. A beautiful wooden carved, four poster bed stood in the centre of the back wall. He was sitting upon the blood red bed clothes, at the edge of the bed. The thin black drapes fluttering around him, in the non-existent breeze. His eyes were fixed on me and I couldn't help but to stare back. There was something about his eyes which had a power over me. I couldn't move. I was getting seriously tired of that. It made me feel like a puppet with no control over their actions, trying to break its strings. I envisioned this within my mind, mentally cutting the strings and I slowly began to gain control back over my body. Slowly, I walked back towards the door, not taking my eyes off him. When I felt its cool touch, I willed it open, to let me out. It flew open, nearly causing me to fall and I ran out as fast as I could. I ran through the never ending corridor. It seemed to go on forever. One quietly spoken word brought me to a halt. "Wait"
I turned to the direction of the noise and saw Lucifer standing before me. I automatically focused my eyes on the floor, not wanting to meet his gaze. "Look at me"
I refused to obey him. He slowly walked towards me; his strong hands gripped my chin and gently turned my face towards him, I managed to close my eyes before I could meet his eyes. "I underestimated your power; you are more powerful than others give you credit for"
His thumb began brushing against my cheek, backwards and forwards. I tried focusing on his words but my mind was easily distracted. "You have been running for a long time; from others, from me. Ever since your mother's untimely end and you were old enough to know of the masses, who covert your powers, you ran. Only staying long enough to help and then leaving them again; never settling down for too long out of fear."
At the mention of my mother, sadness washed over me. A tear fell down my cheek and he brushed it away. I still refused to open my eyes. "Keaira, my dark angel, stop running from me, stop fighting me, it will do you no good."
I felt his body lean closer to mine and his lips brushed my own, at his touch I was dragged into a vision of darkness. I could barely see anything besides blood and there was a lot of it. Dying the stone floor red and causing my feet to stick as I walked through the pool of it. I could hear so many voices merging into one; Sam's, Dean's, Lucifer's and many others. I couldn't make out what was being said. Silencing their voices in its wake, a baby's cries echoed within my mind. The cries and the scene faded into nothingness.
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