Planeswalker Gothic 3

Part 3

Sunnydale. Buffyverse.

As I recorded Buffy Summers lay into some vampires I admired not only her fighting prowess, but also how so much more awesome she was thanks to some of the gear I'd given her.

She was making good use of the Angelic Armaments I'd given, which included a shield worn over that back and attached to this shield were a pair of angel wings. These allowed the user of the Angelic Armaments to fly, however Buffy was using them to leap about rather than to really take the skies.

The Angelic Armament set also included an impressive warhammer, which like many of the weapons I could offer to others, increased the fighting prowess of the warrior wielding them. The hammer couldn't actually destroy vampires despite being a sort of holy weapon, but it sure as hell could hurt them, and it was pretty easy to stake a vampire once all their limbs had been broken.

I hadn't gifted her with the Angelic Armaments on a whim, I wanted to see how the magical objects I could create from my cards worked out when used, and so far it looked good. Sure I'd supplied people with enchanted weapons and armour before, but those items had been just things that made someone a more fearsome warrior, not things that made people fly.

The other reason why I'd come to this world was that I'd needed someones help in dealing with Daenerys Targaryen, who I had little idea of how to manage. She wasn't cut out for life in the 21st century. She'd been a queen for a few years now and as such wasn't use to doing things for herself, and even before then she'd had maids, she couldn't run herself a bath.

Not long after taking her to the Men of Letters Bunker I'd found Daenerys playing with the light switches and when I'd made her something to eat her reaction to the microwave had been worrying to say the least.

Morgana had taken to things more easily, but she'd been a Planeswalker, our kind dealt with rapid changes more easily than others and culture shock wasn't an issue. Which made sense as if we didn't we'd be standing around staring like idiot tourists every time we entered a new plane of existence.

There were certain female issues that I simply wasn't willing to deal with when it came to taking care of Daenerys Targaryen, hence the other reason I'd come to Sunnydale. Buffy had plenty of female friends, and a few of them were witches so they could relate more easily to Daenerys's rather odd nature. She was fire proof, she could sort of control dragons, and had prophetic dreams, perhaps she had more powers that she wasn't aware about.

One day soon I'd have to take her to Diagon Ally to see if she could use a wand, if so it meant she might be a proper witch, however I suspected that she wasn't a true magic user, that might be limited to the kind of magic that involved blood and fire, we would find out later.

"So do you like the equipment?" I asked Miss Summers, once she had finished off the last of the vampires "Can you work the wings?".

She nodded.

"I'm not a fan of flying" she told me "But the extra lift when I jump is nice, and the hammer is cool".

Well I wasn't going to charge her for the stuff so there was no need for me to make a sales pitch.

"Its a small price to pay for you educating Daenerys" I said to the Slayer "There are just things a guy shouldn't have to explain to a woman".

Mostly this involved the contents of a woman's purse. I'd never understood how somehow could cram so much stuff into a bag that wasn't a pouch of holding.

"Yeah she's odd" commented the Slayer "New girlfriend? Because I'm sure you mentioned a wife the last time you were here".

When I'd visited this world before I'd pretty much enslaved the Hell-goddess Glory, which meant that in this version of the show Buffy hadn't died, and since she'd not died she'd not been brought back from the dead, and thus the First Evil wasn't active. Which made for a duller season six and seven I was sure, not those seasons had been very good.

"Morgana died in a battle helping to stop an evil Planeswalker, a guy who made the Night King and Voldemort look like novices when it came to being dark lords" I informed her.

Buffy looked sad and then confused.

"I don't know whose those jerks were, but it sounds bad" she said "I'm sorry for your loss".

Truth be told I wasn't as upset about her death as I should have been. Perhaps it was because I never let myself get too attached to people. Or maybe on some level I'd simply never accepted it. Death was not always the end. Plus its easier to morn for someone if you have a body to bury.

"Anyway" I said while getting up off the wall I'd been sitting on "There's an experiment I want to try. It involves installing a gateway between worlds I want to try linking two planes via what's called a Planer Gate. This will let people who know about the gates to travel to other worlds with portals or without being a Planeswalker".

The Slayer didn't seem happy about this idea.

"So you want to put a magic doorway to another world on the Hellmouth" she stated "That sounds like a bad idea to me".

I'd not considered that the Hellmouth would interfere, to me it was a just a source of black mana, I'd never claimed it like I could do to other pieces of land, but it did feel my mox diamonds with black mana, which could be handy.

That I'd not considered the Hellmouth was a big worrying. I was rather experienced with magic these days, and should have known better. Perhaps I was too eager to experiment.

"Guess I'll have to try it somewhere else then" I decided.

Perhaps I could set up a matching pair of gates linking the Men of Letters Bunker to some where in Westeros. Planer Gates were huge things, that could no so easily be turned off, which why I normally only allowed them to exist for a short time, like when I needed to take a non-Planeswalker to a different world. I didn't have a ship any more so I had to use the gates.

I'd been thinking about using magic to greatly expand the internal space of one of Sunnydale's underground caverns, more like how the TARDIS was bigger on the inside, then I would have protected the cavern with muggle repelling charms, demon-proofing and all the other kinds of wards I could set up.

At least I'd considered not setting up the Planer Gates inside the Men of Letters bunker as expanding its internal space might upset the complex layers of wards that protected the place. If I was going to set up the gates I needed to figure out how make smaller one, but that was something to think about later.

For now I needed to get Daenerys settled, and to get her focused on being something other than the lady who wanted to park her cute butt on that stupid melted sword throne. Perhaps I could get her into magic, or turn her into a pop star, no that was a little too evil for me.

"So your friends should be done with Daenerys before too long" I said to Buffy "Want to get some pizza. I could do with some junk food".

She nodded her agreement.

"Sure I could eat".

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On The Road.

Bela smiled as she dialled a number on her car phone, and waited for the person she was calling to pick up. She had just stolen something very special, and if she played her cards right she might just be able to use it to get out of her crossroads deal. However she wasn't a foolish woman, and she had no intention of handing the item over to the demons, at least not until she explored her other options.

"Hello" a male voice said as the phone of the other end of the connection was picked up "Gothic speaking".

Bela smiled again.

"Hello, Mr Wizard" she greeted.

There was silence on the other end of the line for a few moments.

"Bela" he finally replied "What can I do you for".

A even bigger smile appeared on the thief's face.

"I have something you might want to buy Mr Wizard" she said "But before I tell you what is it is, tell me something: Can you get me out of my crossroads deal or not?".

There was a pause.

"I can think of one way to do it" Gothic told her "But it will mean leaving everything you have behind. I'll have to send you somewhere no demon can find you".

Bela frowned.

"The Hellhounds will find me no where I go" she said "There's no where on Earth I can go hide".

Well that wasn't totally true, but Bela knew nothing of the place Gothic was currently calling home.

"Exactly no where on this Earth" the wizard said next "However there's more than one world out there. If you have something to make it worth my while you'll find out what I mean".

Bela wasn't sure what that meant, but she was desperate enough to go find out. Besides of she didn't like what she found she could always use her new toy on the wizard and take her chances with the demons.

"So what do you have that is worth my help?" the magic user enquired.

When Bela told him there was a bit of swearing.

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Men of Letters Bunker. Supernatural Verse.

I slammed down the phone, not out of anger, just out of sheer amazement, Bela had The Colt, and she wanted to trade it for a one way ticket out of this plane of existence.

The Colt was a supernatural revolver made by the hunter Samuel Colt. According to legend, anything shot by this gun, using one of its thirteen original bullets, will die, including supernatural creatures normally immune to any and all mortal made weapons. On the show, upon several occasions, it was in the possession of Sam and Dean Winchester, who used it to kill demons, including their leader, the Prince of Hell Azazel.

When John Winchester became aware of the power that the weapon had, he began to search for it so that he could use it to kill the demon that killed his wife - Azazel. He and his sons finally obtained it after a vampire killed the owner, Daniel Elkins, and the Winchesters attacked the vampire's nest to get it back. However, John gave it to Azazel in return for Dean's life being spared after an almost-fatal car crash, and at the end of the second season, Azazel used it as a key to open a gateway to Hell that Samuel Colt had sealed. Later on Dean used the Colt to kill the Prince of Hell.

Now Bela had it as she was heading towards my store in order to trade it, and just now I realised that she might be heading my way in order to use it on me. However all the bullets should have been used up by now. Still I'd best wear my kinetic barrier, and put on some armour just in case.

I badly wanted The Colt as while it did have limits, it couldn't be used to kill the Devil for example, only the most powerful of creatures could withstand it. Plus if I learn how it worked I could make more.

The Colt was no more dangerous to me than any other gun, as while I might be immortal, having gone to great effects to obtain immortality only to find out I already had it, I could still die. But I could be shot with any other gun so really the only people who would lose out by me producing copies would be the monsters and demons, maybe angels too.

If Lilith, the very first demon, was one of the five things in this universe that was immune to The Colt, I didn't know, but if she wasn't and I shot her with it, while that would derail that whole End of Days thing both heaven and hell were working on.

That was something to ponder on later. First I needed to get The Colt, then I could think about who I was going to shoot with it.

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Store. Kansas.

The deal had gone well. Bela would met me near the Bunker soon, I wasn't going to let her get too close to that place, and I would open a Planer Gate to a world that lacked demons, where she went didn't matter, she just had to go far away.

I locked up the store I was about to teleport away when I sensed something.

"Haven't the angels had been instructed not to come to Earth" I asked the figure now standing outside my place of business.

This was good timing. I'd just gotten my hands on a weapon that should be able to kill angels, and now was on my doorstep. Depending on how things went I might get to test it.

"The order has been repealed" the angelic being told me "In light of recent events it was decided that the heavenly host needed to get involved with Earthly matters".

I didn't particularly care whether or not the angels kept to themselves or started walking the Earth again. What I cared about is what they planned to do about me. Higher Powers generally disliked it when Planeswalkers starting messing about with whatever universe it was they were suppose to protect. Possibly because I could do a better job of it then they did.

"So is there a reason you are here instead of doing your work somewhere else?" I asked.

Given that halo brigade weren't here in force trying to smite the crap out of me this suggested that the angels were hesitant to tangle with a Planeswalker of my power.

"Your presence here..." the angel started to say.

I stopped him there.

"Listen I've heard this spiel before. It's hardly new. You so called Higher Power are all the same. Always dressing your words up into riddles and trying to make the mortals figure out the puzzle in some sort of grand enlightenment scheme. The difference here though is that I'm not a mortal. I am an ascended being" I said to the angel "So save it and just get to what you want. Why are you here Uriel?".

I hadn't recognised him right away. However after reaching out with my supernatural senses to get a better feel for him I'd detected the taint within his grace. Plus the attitude sort of tipped me off.

The angel fixed me with a disdainful look. Which didn't surprise me as this angel had a great dislike for all things human and I had once been human. I still was in many ways.

"I was asked to inform you of the impending apocalypse. My superiors could not make it here themselves." Uriel finally told me.

No surprise here.

"Yes I know the demons are trying to break the seals" I replied "Its none of my business unless they try to involve me".

I could tell he needed more convincing.

"Listen I'm an explorer, a seeker of knowledge, I'm only here to learn more about magic and other things mystical. I might gank the odd monster on the way, but I'm not here to fight in anyone's war. I'm running a business here nothing else" I assured the angel "So tell your bosses that I won't interfere in their plans, and if you want information you know my price".

I had plans to interfere at some point if I so desired, but those were just ideas. If needs be I'd move onto another plane and forget all about this one.

"You were seen with the Winchesters" the Angel mentioned.

I waved it away as it was important, which happened to be the case.

"There was a monster in a nearby town" I told Uriel.

I'd met another Uriel long ago. He'd been an angelic planeswalker who had created a realm called the Promised Land, he watched over the mortals there, and they worshipped him, but unlike this angel that one had never been a douche bag.

Also unlike this one, the other Uriel didn't just disappear into thin air.

"So that's what its like when I do it" I muttered to myself.

I now felt bad for teleporting away without warning all those times. It was down right rude.

(Line Break)

Bobby's Home. USA.

Dean gave Sam an incredulous look.

"You can't be serious. Bobby tell him he's crazy" the older of the two brothers demanded.

Bobby gave Dean a look that meant 'keep me out of it'.

"Dean maybe he can help" Sam said "I did some checking and he's more than what we thought, he's a powerful wizard. He can help".

Micheal's vessel was not getting on board with the idea any time soon.

"Sam the guy could be a demon for all you know!" Dean argued.

"You don't know he's a demon Dean!" Sam yelled back. "And if there's even the slightest chance he might be able to help you we have to try!".

This heated debate was about the fact that one of the brothers was heading down into hell, and he didn't have much time left. Sam wanted to seek the aid of Gothic the Wizard.

"Knock it off you idjits. You're giving me a headache." Bobby said while plopping down into one of the rickety chairs that sat beside his dining room table. "We don't even know if he can help, but there's no harm in asking".

Bobby waited for a moment before speaking.

"Now he's a business man near as I can tell" the old hunter went on to say "So we'll need something to bargain with. Any ideas?".

Dean didn't argue any further. He knew that Sam wouldn't let this go, so they might as well try.

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Lawrence. Kansas.

"Not much to look at" Dean said as the three of them stepped out of their vehicles "You'd think a powerful hoodoo man would have more than some old antique shop".

Sam just rolled his eyes and started walking towards the store, rather than point out the idea that maybe the wizard was just keeping a low profile. Bobby made a motion for Dean to follow before heading in that direction.

Dean was right the store wasn't particularly large. It was two stories with a cobblestone exterior and a large bay window. On display were different items, stuff that only those aware of the supernatural would understand the value of.

Bobby at once noticed the Devil Traps of different sizes and designs all over the place, and of course the books, any other time he'd be happy to do some shopping, but not now.

Sam looked like he'd just won the lottery as they entered the store. There were weapons around, that looked as if they were for ornamental purposes, but the Hunters knew better.

Around them were curse boxes on display, locked containers with sigils on the exterior. They were designed to contain the magic of cursed objects to prevent them from causing harm.

Other things caught the eyes of the hunters, herbs that could be used in certain spells, jars of something called holy oil, containers of salt, bottles of holy water, a pair of brass knuckles with strange symbols on them, silver knives, witch killing bullets, bags of goofer dust, and more. Dean supposed all this that meant they'd found the right guy.

"Can I help you gents?" a voice wondered "Its been a while since I last saw you".

Sam and Dean exchanged looks. They weren't exactly sure how to start this conversation.

"Er, well. You see…" Sam struggled to say.

The wizard let out an exasperated sigh.

"I take it you're not here to talk about the weather. What can I help you with? The only hunters I've dealt with recently all wanted weapons or information" Gothic went on to say.

And not all of them had asked nicely.

"Not unless you've got something for hell hounds." Dean joked

Hellhounds were canine-like beasts, which were known to serve demons. Described as demonic pit bulls, hellhounds were ferocious, terrifying entities that inspire fear in humans, demons and even angels.

Mainly they were tasked with collecting the souls of humans whose deals have come due. In such circumstances, hellhounds can only be seen by those whom they have come for, making them a sort of Reaper for the damned.

Hellhounds were both ferice, and intelligent. Once a hound has the scent of its target, it has it for life and will never give up the hunt until one or the other is dead, or unless its master calls it off.

They can be clever, almost impossible to trick or distract, and are not disinclined to improvisation in order to get to their prey, they will take the most direct path. Hellhounds will often physically rip their victims to shreds in order to collect their souls.

While they could be held back by salt, goofer dust and Devil's shoe string, when it came to killing hellhounds things got more complex.

"Give me a moment" the wizard said.

The man disappeared behind the counter and soon returned with a box that contain a folder, once that folder was lifted the hunters could see that it was a box otherwise full of sunglasses and more regular glasses as well.

"I've got goofer dust and salt" said the wizard, after he checked something out in the file "But they're easy enough to get, to kill Hell Hounds you'll need the Demon-Killing Knife of the Kurds, it one of a kind. Its currently in the hands of a demon called..".

Dean interrupted.

"Ruby" he finished "Yeah we know, and good to know it can kill hellhounds".

Gothic kept reading.

"Or you can use the blade of Angel" the Planeswalker suggested.

The brothers exchanged looks.

"Angels are real?" asked Sam "Really?".

The wizard nodded.

"Oh yeah, but they rarely come to Earth" he told them "And you'd have to kill an angel to get his blade, but the only way you can kill an angel is with an angel blade".

Dean didn't believe in angels and Sam soon realised that since he'd need an angel blade to get an angel blade it was pointless.

The Planeswalker knew that there were other ways to kill angels, but that didn't matter right now as they wouldn't be able to find an angel in time for it make a difference.

"Now these glasses will let you all see hellhounds" Gothic informed the hunters "They're on the house I have a whole box full as you can see".

These glasses had all been touched by flames created by burning holy oil, but the Planeswalker wasn't going to share that piece of information for free.

"You know there's quite the rumour mill spreading about you Sam" Gothic mentioned to the younger brother "I bet there are a few Hunters who would pay a pretty penny to know your location. I'd keep my head down if I were you".

The older brother did not take kindly to hearing that.

"Is that a threat?" Dean asked

Bobby put a restraining hand on his shoulder.

"More of a suggestion" Gothic corrected "Consider it free information and try to tone down on the over protectiveness, you're not doing Sam any favours".

The older brother was not going to calm down.

"Okay what are you!" Dean demanded to know "You know way too much just be some wizard".

Well this was true.

"Dean!" Sam chided.

He was at least smart to know that it wasn't a good idea to anger someone who was giving you free stuff and information.

"I told you I'm a wizard" Gothic said "A powerful one, and I'm still human".

Dean opened his mouth to say something but Sam cut him off.

"Can you stop a deal?" he asked "The stuff for the hellhounds is great, but that'll only by us time. We need do something to keep someone out of hell".

"A crossroads deal" Gothic said.

It wasn't a question.

"What makes you think I could?" Gothic asked.

No one spoke for a few moment.

"Demon deals are difficult to wiggle out of" the wizard was now saying "Not to mention you're cutting it pretty close to your deadline. Now it might be possible to break the deal by killing the demon that holds the contract but Lillith would wipe the floor with you".

This time it was Mr Singer who spoke.

"You know who's holding Dean's contract? What else aren't you telling us?" Bobby wished to know.

Gothic smiled.

"More than you can imagine" he said "But I couldn't help you even if I knew another way. There are forces at work out that want certain things to happen".

Sam looked utterly defeated upon hearing that news.

"Now gentlemen" Gothic went on to say "Help yourself to goofer dust, its also on he house, and if you give me an email address I'll send you what info I have on Lilith, but that's all I can do".

As they were leaving the wizard passed Sam an odd looking coin, it was large and golden, covered in strange symbols, on one side it had dragon on it.

"Hold the coin and say my name three times and I'll come to you" he told the younger brother "But only summon me if you need something urgent, and don't worry so much about Dean I have a feeling he'll be back in your life before too long".

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Men of Letters Bunker. Kansas.

As soon as I got into the hideout I sought out Daenerys, who as it turned out had embraced the joys of owning a DVD player. I really shouldn't spoil her so much, but I wanted her to get used to worlds with advanced tech in case I decided to take her with me when I next went Planeswalking.

After meeting with the Winchesters it seemed wise to get out of town for a while. Dean was going to die soon, I'd felt his soul and while I didn't understand what the odd feeling meant I was pretty sure it was a sign of his crossroads deal reaching the end.

When he died Sam was going to be super pissed, and he'd want to lash out, he might come after me because he'd blame me for not helping his brother avoid hell.

Normally I wouldn't worry about a mortal coming after me, but the brothers, even when working alone, had a habit of beating the odds and taking out creatures far more powerful than any hunter, I didn't want to be one of those kills.

As such it would best to leave until Ruby got him focused on Lilith, who he was suppose to kill so Lucifer could escape his jail. Also while away perhaps I could find something that was able to kill Satan himself. There were plenty of weapons out there in the multi-verse that could kill god level creatures, the tricky part would be getting my hands on one without getting myself killed in the process. Plus I couldn't take a weapon someone was using to fight off powerful evil.

These were yet more matters I could worry about later. Dean was still alive, at least right now, and so the demons couldn't start breaking the seals. This meant I had time to plan out my moves carefully.

In the mean time I was going to go visit some other worlds, to find out if the Mother of Dragons had the ability to use some of the kinds of magic I was familiar with, and perhaps we'd find some time to have some fun while we were at it.

Plus she still had a hot body. Maybe I could get her sleep with me. She'd always enjoyed it in the past.

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On The Road. Supernatural Verse.

Sam sat in the passenger seat of the impala and played with the odd coin he'd been given only hours ago. He pondered what the wizard had said about his brother not being out of his life for too long, or words to those effect. Did that mean there was a way to bring his brother back once he had been dragged to hell.

"Would you give it a rest with that coin Sammy?" Dean said snapping him out from his reverie. "You've gotta get your head in the game"

It was true of course. They were on their way to find Lilith. They'd long since left behind Bobby's place in Sioux Falls, and Bobby himself was following his own car.

Sam frowned at the gold coin in his hand before pocketing it. Normally he would have ignored Dean's blunt request, but considering his brother might die soon he figured he would humour him.

"Do you think Lilith's really there?" he asked.

Killing the demon who held Dean's contract was the only chance they had to spare the older Winchester before from the torment that awaited him in hell.

"I damn well hope so" Dean said

Sam just nodded in agreement. If she wasn't there they had no other leads. They'd be out of time. Lilith had to die.