Chapter Sixty Three
Because of everyone that died, we rearranged some people's positions. For instance, Felicity, from the Arrow Universe, was helping Jarvis run things. Of course, it would help if Barry could be here to help make special bombs, but he was still in a coma.
Belle worked on research on the other demons. She would instruct soldiers on their weak spots. Haymitch helped her by giving them survival tips.
I couldn't really get him off the booze, but I limited his amount.
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I fought in the war. Apparently, you're not supposed to do that if you're in charge of it, or something. Whatever. It's my war, I'll do what I want.
And I ended up in charge of a war without the Doctor.
Great.
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"But why would you want to get someone else? What's wrong with the three of us?" Moriarty asked.
Isabelle glared at him. "Trust me. We'll want him. He'll help."
"But we don't need help," Moriarty exclaimed.
"Shut up," Isabelle said, ignoring him, running ahead. She left Moriarty standing in her tracks, shocked.
"Lucy," Isabelle said as she entered their strategy chamber in Hell.
"Don't call me Lucy," Lucifer said.
"Did you find him?" Isabelle asked, ignoring his comment.
Lucifer sighed. "Yes. But is he worth the lives of five hundred demons? Five hundred soldiers?"
"What do you mean?" Isabelle asked.
"To get him, it will take the power of five hundred demons. Is he worth the sacrifice?"
Isabelle hesitated, going over it in her mind. They had millions of soldiers, more everyday as more and more people died. And because the universes were combined, they were getting even more souls than usual.
"Yes," Isabelle said. "He's worth it."
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Lucifer summoned five hundred of their demons to a field not far away. The three of them, Lucifer, Moriarty, and Isabelle, stood several yards away, watching them.
And just like that, with a raise of his hand, Lucifer slaughtered them all.
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Lucifer reached through the cracks of the universe. Only the fictional universes have combined, as they were a different type of universe. So when everything combined, it left parallel and pocket universes alone. But he reached into a pocket universe, grabbed the correct soul, and yanked him through the crack.
He had found their man.
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A man sat in a room. It was bare, and has sat on a wooden chair, the only piece of furniture in the small room. He waited there for hours….so long that he lost track.
He paced. He screamed. He threw the chair at the walls. Oddly enough, there were no doors. No windows. Just four brick walls, with him in the middle of it.
And one day, it all changed.
He watched as the wall opposite of his chair blurred. Three figures walked in. Two men, and a woman. The woman was tall, with flowing black hair, and bright blue eyes. One man had sandy hair and the other had dark hair. Both were taller than the girl.
The girl stood in front of the two, with each on either side of her, though slightly behind her. It was obvious that she was in charge.
"Hello," she said, her lips curving up into a dark, wild grin. "Master."
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So guys, what do you think? Now we even got the Master! Whoo! The gang's all here! Except for Loki, who has no clue what's going on.
Dear Superwholockiscool. You're awesome, and if you want to write a fanfiction, go for it. I'd love to read it, too. I manage to find so much time for this because I finish my homework at school. School takes out a lot of me, so I usually come home, sleep, write a chapter or two, eat dinner, and go back to sleep. Also, remember, my chapters aren't that long. The longest is still less than two thousand words. It might take a while, but you can still do it!
Did anyone else notice how Dean was almost quoting Rissa about family in last nights episode?
Good night. :)