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I'm so sorry for this being such a short chapter, but I felt it was the best place to stop it. Please don't hate me, and I'll see y'all next week :)

One week since the Boy King declared war against the rebellion.

Sam massaged his temples as he sunk deeper into his chair. The demons following him did not want to start anything with the rebellion, and they had no qualms about bringing it up. Sam had not anticipated this turn of events. He expected bloodshed and attempted assassinations, not grievances and dirty looks. All Sam needed was a quiet evening all to himself.

Sam felt a demon about to teleport in. Like rain during a picnic, it was an unwanted surprise.

Casey popped in front of Sam. "I have urgent news! Lilith is leading the rebellion to the surface! She's trying to start a full-scale war with heaven!"

Sam blinked owlishly at Casey. Her black hair was slightly ruffled and her chest was rising and falling quickly. Casey was scared.

"Why would Lilith want to do that?"

Casey looked at Sam like he was crazy. "Does it matter why?! This is apocalypse-level shit and you want to know why?"

Sam's expression didn't change. "Yes. I want to know why. What does she gain by attacking heaven? Actually, backtrack. By heaven, do you mean angels and God?"

Casey scoffed. "God? Please. That loser hasn't shown his face since he locked our Lord Lucifer away. But there are most definitely angels and archangels. Bless their hearts; they believe they are the saviors of the Earth when all they do is sit in their offices upstairs." Casey rolled her eyes. "They're more like glorified paperweights if you ask me."

Sam's eyebrows rose slightly. Angels were real, apparently. His brow furrowed. Where the fuck were these angels when his brother was being eaten alive? Where were these dicks with wings when Sam was forced to work with Azazel or else everyone he loved would die? Where the ever loving FUCK were these so-called 'saviors of Earth' when his mom and his girlfriend were being burned on the ceiling?

Sam leaned forward in his chair. "Where's Lilith?"

Lilith smiled as she turned to see her newest visitor. "Sam. How nice of you to drop by. What can I do for you?"

Sam was not amused. "Why are you starting a war with heaven?"

"Whoever told you that?"

"Cut the crap. There's no way you have enough man power to take on both me and heaven at the same time, so what's in it for you? You must know that none of my followers want to start a war with you, but even then they will follow my orders."

Lilith looked up as if the ceiling had the answers. Her eyes slowly slide back down to meet Sam's. "Maybe, Samuel, I just want to create a little bit of havoc. I am a demon, after all. I'm not starting a war with heaven; I'm creating hell on earth for them. The angels have these little rules, and I'm having my demons break these rules. If the angels get their little wings in a twist, that's just a perk." Lilith raised an eyebrow. "Why, Winchester? What's it got to do with you?"

Sam clenched his hands into fists by his sides. "Demons screwing me over I can understand. I expect it. Angels screwing me over is just a slap in the face. My brother and I did everything in our power to save people throughout our lifetimes, and what did the angels do when we were in danger? What did the angels do to stop me from allying with Azazel? What did the angels do to stop Dean's death? Nothing. They sat back and let Dean die, so in my eyes those angels can screw themselves."

Lilith was no longer smiling. "Sam," she said cautiously. "What are you saying?"

Sam squared his shoulders. "If you're giving the angels hell, I want to help."

The figure didn't so much as flinch as yet another heart-wrenching scream tore through the air. The bowels of hell were as horrible as ever. It's no secret why demons always try to wreak havoc on earth: they hate hell as much as anyone else.

Alistair turned towards the figure as it approached. "My, my, my. To what do I owe the pleasure?" He rasped.

"Is it done?"

Alistair smirked. "Straight to business. I wonder what happened... Fine. Yes, it is done. It was no easy feat, but I liked the challenge."

"Good. You may do whatever you like with your newest pupil." The figure turned sharply on her heel, ignoring the wicked smile of Alistair as he walked over to one of the racks. Alistair nodded encouragingly as John Winchester carved into the soul on the rack in front of him.

A righteous man had shed blood in hell. The first seal had been broken.

Can y'all guess who this mysterious figure was? PM me or comment your guesses in a review! I'll put the answer at the beginning of the next chapter.