Title: Demon Killer
Sequel to: Hell
Disclaimer: Don't own
Summary: Chloe and Dean finally escape hell, having 'fun' with the humans of a small village close to where the hells gate opened. But their fun and games end when the Demon Killer arrives, and they find out that Lucifer is very much real.
Written for my LiveJournal Paranormal25 150 Prompt Table. Prompt of the day #23
A/N: Should Be a two-or-three-shot.
Warning: VERY dark and DISTURBING demonic content.
As always, this is Demon!Chloe, so she's dark and somewhat demented.
So she'd gotten distracted.
Surrender The Dancefloor's "Just Dance" blared loudly in the night air, and the humans, who were still under her thrall, danced half naked in the middle of the night air. Chloe had tried searching for the Demon Killer and his human companion, whom Dean had called Bobby, but she'd been unable to find them and had gotten distracted as the people around her started to lag around, completely in chaos, falling around without energy. It was the power of the thrall wearing off, leaving them weak from the days of their nonstop engaging in vice, and she wasn't ready to see them collapse just yet. Which was why now the whole outside of the town was blasting with the loud music, and everyone was dancing and drinking, partying long and hard even though before her power had touched them they'd been all on the ground unable to even look up.
It was fun, and the energy siphoning into her through her enthralled was intoxicating.
Also, Chloe had decided that she wasn't going to spend more time searching for the Demon Killer.
If he and his hunter friend were still in the town, this would draw him out sooner or later...if only to tell them to shut up.
"Are they all under only your thrall?"
Chloe turned towards the voice, a little disappointed when it wasn't the Demon Killer, but five hosts. "Let me guess, you're Lilith's men. The ones who thought they had a right to punish my right hand."
The demons looked at each other, a little warily. "Lilith demanded it."
"Well you tell Lilith," she stalked seductively towards the closest demon and grabbed his throat, giggling as his body began to twitch violently, explosions going on behind his eyes as his host suddenly fell to the ground, dead. The blonde turned to the others. "That I don't appreciate her thinking she has seniority over me." Chloe wiped her hands together. "She might be an old hag who was alive during his time of freedom, but I'm the one with the powers now. So if she doesn't want to be on the receiving end of my wrath, she'll better think of a way to convince me to forgive her."
"You...killed Manith." One of the demons hissed. "How---?"
There was a lot that she'd learnt when forced to go over the Books of Damnation. They had the secrets of the underworld in them that only certain creatures could understand and use, and apparently being Lucifer's Own had given Chloe the ability to not only read the ancient Hellspeak, but unlock the secrets and powers within.
It'd been another reason why she'd wanted to go to earth, to show that she wasn't weak, that she had power.
Sure, she still had many volumes of the Books of Damnation left to study, but with what she'd learnt already she had a couple of hundred years in which she'd need to learn how to control what she now possessed.
"Did I give you permission to talk, soldier?" Chloe turned towards the demon, eyes going white.
"We take orders only from Lilith." Another glared at her, eyes going black.
"Aw," she clasped her hands in front of her. "How cute. Maybe it should be you."
"Me...what?" The demon asked warily.
"Maybe you should be the only one I let live long enough to deliver the message to your mistress." Her smile was ugly, evil, and she loved it, loved the way they shook, both with anger and with fear.
One of the demons to her right moved fast, and Chloe ducked the right hook, twirling and jabbing her elbow into the mouth of his stomach, flinging her clenched fist back into his face when he bent over in pain. Grabbing his head she gave it a sharp jerk, the sound of the neck breaking loud, but what jarred the demons wasn't the dead host, but the obvious fact that the demon within couldn't escape, instead the host's body lighting up from within as the demon died within the host as he died. She felt the air giving resistance to the punch sent to her at her right and she turned, catching the fist in her palm, giggling as she crushed the bones with a vicious squeeze. As the demon fell with a squeeze, cradling his destroyed hand, Chloe was grabbed from behind. She used the hold to wrap her thighs around the head of the demon whose hand she'd crushed and gave another jerk, breaking its neck as well, the demon going up in explosions as had the others. The blonde then bucked her head back into the one holding her and when he let her go she turned and her fingernails turned into sharp shadow-claws which she used to slash his face viciously, opening up the skin deep, making sure she slashed his hosts' eyes. As he screamed and grabbed at his face she thrust those digits into the base of his neck and then jerked her hand upwards, tearing open the throat and covering herself in his blood.
The demon within died as its host did, and when she pulled her hand from his throat, the body fell to the ground, lifeless.
She giggled, throwing her head back.
That had been such fun!
The adrenaline, the rush, the power.
Turning to the remaining demon, the one who had defied her from the beginning, she brought a blood-covered digit to her tongue and licked the metallic taste off of it, curiously.
The demon's eyes were wide, and he took a step back. "What are you?"
"Abomination." She replied, stalking towards him before piercing his host's stomach with her claws, bodies together, lips brushing against his ear as she whispered. "You tell Lilith, if you're alive that long, that if she ever thinks she can touch me or my own again, I will make her wish I didn't know what would happen if she died." Already her power, that one that had always seemed a part of her and not a part of her demonhood, was siphoning the life out of both the hosts and the demons she'd killed, causing the lifeforce and power to enter her in visible shadows that journeyed through her pores.
Pushing the demon away from her, sending him flying into the shadows, she turned, eyes going back to their normal green, as she brought a finger to her lips and began to suck on it, the taste of metallic and power mixing.
She giggled, beginning to sway as she made her way towards the throng of people who hadn't stopped dancing.
Why did everyone doubt her and her power?
She could take care of herself, obviously better than Dean could.
Then again, Dean hadn't tapped into the darker powers.
At least with all the life energy she was siphoning her in, when she got back to her partner she'd be able to push a good enough quantity of it into his host to heal both the human and the demon who'd been hurt.
Tainted Love by Me First And The Gimme Gimmes began to play.
Jumping up and down with the crowd, Chloe threw her hands into the air, banging her head to the beat.
A couple of people began to collapse to the ground, too exhausted to continue.
The others danced on without notice.
Turning at the voice, Chloe didn't stop dancing when she saw the man in front of her. "I know."
Another human fell, his life-force completely consumed.
"Stop this." He seemed to be pleading. "This isn't you."
"How would you know what I'm like or not?" She asked, wondering if he couldn't see the blood covering her and how she thrived in it. "You don't know me, Demon Killer. You might know my Dean, but not me."
...Dean." Something shifted on that face.
It looked helluva lot like possessiveness.
"Yes, he might have once been your brother, but he's mine now." She taunted, just because it was obvious that his brother's situation hurt and angered him.
He took a menacing step towards her.
"Tsk tsk tsk, you get riled up so easily Sammy." She danced around him, admittedly a little drunk on a power high from all the lifeforce entering her. "You make too much fun to play with you. It should be a sin."
He turned to glare at her.
Rolling her eyes, she stopped dancing and snapped her fingers.
The thrall ended and the humans fell to the ground, exhausted but not dead.
"Killjoy." She grumbled. "I hope Dean wasn't boring like you when he was human." She began to walk away, and was pleased when she realized he was by her side, walking. "Believe it or not, I started out looking for you to talk, but I got...distracted."
The Demon Killer stopped as they passed the dead hosts.
She barely sent them a glance. "They were possessed, if that does anything for your sensibilities." She kicked at the skull of one of them as she passed. "They hurt my Dean, and I wasn't going to let that slide."
"They hurt Dean?" The man frowned. "Is that why he isn't with you? Is he okay? Why would your own--?"
"They weren't my demons." She snorted as they reached a parking lot. "They came aboveground long before I went to hell. They're Lilith's...which is why I was looking for you in the first place." She stopped walking and stood in front of a truck before lifting herself so that she was seated over the hood, facing the mountain of a man. "I want to make a deal."
His eyes widened. "A deal?"
"Yeah, I'm sure you know what that is. From what I heard, your loved ones made a lot of them." She giggled tauntingly, leaning back against the windshield.
Agony and anger mixed on his face.
"Aw, did I bring up bad memories?" She spoke as if to a baby, pouting.
"You know," he was clenching his fist. "If you want to make a deal with me, I think you shouldn't be antagonizing me."
"I know." She sighed, folding her arms behind her like a pillow. "But it's just so much fun."
He was silent, looking at her.
She was a little nervous under his gaze.
"What's the deal?"
"Don't kill Lilith," she replied pointblank. "And I'll give you whatever you want."
"What?" He snapped. "That bitch is the reason why Dean went to hell! She--!"
"Is the last seal to Lucifer's Rising." Chloe leaned forward, smile gone, completely serious. "Up till a couple of hours ago I thought he was some fairytale the Elders told us to make us behave, but apparently Lilith's death is the only thing that can bring him back, and you're the only one who can kill her. Why else do you think she' d make you hate her so badly?"
His eyes were wide.
"Yeah, you've been played, Sam." She leaned back against the windshield. "Do you know why Dean was attacked by those minions? He killed Ruby...Lilith's inside man. And they wanted him to take her place and make sure you were their little puppet once more. But Dean wouldn't do it. He didn't want to betray the one he'd die for."
"Me." Sam whispered.
"No." Chloe giggled. "Me
He frowned. "Why would it be betraying you? You're all demons. Shouldn't you be happy for Lucifer...?"
"Happy?" She snapped, sitting back up and sliding down so that she was sitting on the edge of the hood. "Do you know what would happen to me if Lucifer was freed? I'd lose everything I've worked for these last hundreds of years. Everything. The power. The position. The respect of my fellow demons. Everything." She sneered. "I'd be nothing more than Lucifer's Own Cumslut
. And believe me, while the female demons I know would give their left eye to be his concubine, the position doesn't really attract me."
"Concubine?" He whispered, shock entering his face.
"Yeah." She nodded. "I don't remember being human, though I know I once was, but apparently everything was orchestrated so that I'd go to hell because I'm the fabled Lucifer's Own, his true mate, the one to reign by his side as he makes Hell on Earth. Or so the Books of Damnation say." She snorted. "They had written down to the second of my birth, and where it would happen. That's how I know my name, Chloe Sullivan, and that I was born in Metropolis, Kansas, on November 1986 in the Metropolis City Hospital."
He looked torn, and angry, and hurt....and she couldn't understand why.
She wasn't even taunting him.
"So don't kill her, make the deal, I'll give you whatever you want in exchange." She leaned back on her elbows. "I have the power to give you anything you want, anything." The blonde looked up at him through her eyelashes. "What do you want, Sam?" She asked, using his name and forcing a sense of familiarity between them. "What do you want most in this world?"
"Stop taunting me!" He snarled, surging forwards with a rapidness she knew humans shouldn't possess, body between her thighs, chests pressed together, pinning her arms above her on the hood of the truck. His eyes were demonic, his features slightly shifted, somewhat feline.
Chloe could only look up into his eyes, awed.
What exactly was the Demon Killer?
Her gaze went to his lips, which were pulled back in a fierce snarl.
She gasped, surprised to feel him hard.
"I don't know what type of relationship you and your demon bitch had," she whispered before bucking her head up into his and pushing him away when he'd let go of her hands to cradle his head. "But I don't do other species." Kicking him further away, Chloe rolled off the side of the hood onto her feet, dusting her clothes off, only able to look up in time to be shoved face first into the truck, her arms twisted over her back.
And once more, she tried to summon her power of destruction against him and it wasn't working.
What was it about this Demon Killer?
"We need to talk." He hissed in her ear. "There are things you don't understand."
"Oh, I think I understand quite well. You like it rough." She pushed away her conflicting worries about this male and pushed back against the bulge she could feel pressed up against her. "I might just take back what I said...if you make it interesting, of course." Her breath came out in a violent gasp as suddenly she was turned around and pushed up against the truck once more, and he was there, between her thighs, kissing her rough and hard and so good.
The blonde whimpered, arching into the kiss. Her hands went to his chest and she held on tightly, body going warm and wet at the feel of him at the vee of her thighs. "Hellfire." She whispered into his lips as she trailed a hand down his chest to cup him through the material of his pants.
He hissed and bucked in her hand.
And then she tightened her hold on him, warning.
Giggling, Chloe pulled her lips from his and waved a finger scoldingly in his face. "Tsk tsk tsk tsk, don't get ahead of yourself, handsome. We haven't made a deal yet." Placing her hand on his chest she used her power to push him far away from her, watching as he skidded to a stop, not even falling on his ass as anyone else with that power pushing him would have. "Think it over tonight, Demon Killer." Walking around the truck she began to walk away. "You don't want to be the only one you loved who didn't make a deal, do you?"
He snarled behind her.
She turned the corner and disappeared, knowing he could hear her giggles.