Austin Daniels ║ Azazel (dealwithyellow) wrote in thereincarnates, @ 2011-07-11 02:48:00 |
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Entry tags: | austin daniels, julian ross |
WHO: Austin Daniels with a bit of an appearance by poor Julian Ross.
WHEN: Sunday Evening
WHERE: A bit all over the place, really, and ending at an overpass in Los Angeles.
WHAT: Austin needs his in with the Resistance. This is his solution.
WARNINGS: Folks, this is a solid 'R'. He's a demon. There's character death. And some disturbing visuals. Basically, Tracy watched Harper's Island, and now there are ideas in her head.
The Resistance wanted proof of his worth? Austin was going to give them all the proof he needed. It was a charming little group right up his alley: death, taunting, and gruesome displays of carnage? If there was anything more definitive of Azazel, Austin would eat his hat in front of an audience. His trade mark in his source was killing people and greeting the Winchesters with a smile. Hell, he had helped orchestrate the goddamn apocalypse once upon a time, and despite his former reincarnate's idiocy, he had still proved useful. There was at least one dead angel to attest to that.
But no. To please the Resistance, he had to do something big. Something...public. It was a tricky thing to accomplish when you were masquerading as a martyr mother and former hunter rather than your demonic self, but Austin was sure that he could accomplish what he had to. The perks of being a demon was the ability to go anywhere you wanted in the blink of an eye, an ability that put even the MTN to shame. It made avoiding cops even when committing murder in the middle of a public place fantastically easy. And to avoid being recognized? Well. Masks were beautiful things, as were gloves. By the time he was done getting dressed, nobody would be able to tell his skin color, let alone that he was Austin Daniels, demon extraordinaire, and not blonde Mary Winchester.
The target? Julian Ross. He wasn't entirely sure what made him choose that target. He knew the man was in Camelot and quite cocky--and boy did he like knocking down cocky bastards, but it was something else. Something a bit more unsettling. The man was tapped into the force, somebody who should be relatively safe from harm and able to sense danger coming, and here was Austin coming to prove them all wrong and shake up their little safety tree. Nobody was safe. Not as long as they were playing for the wrong team. Wasn't that what he always pushed at the Winchesters? He was everywhere, waiting, watching, and coming for them.
The initial killing was simple, swift. There wasn't any toying with it. He wasn't doing this one for his own entertainment, after all, he was doing it for somebody else and that kind've job didn't require imagination. It just required the deed get done. It wasn't hard for him to pop into Julian's room and perform a little demon magic. It was incredibly reminiscent of his encounter with the Winchesters, the way he pinned the man to the wall and started ripping him from the inside out. He was sure it was painful. He was also sure he didn't care. Julian screamed in pain while he could, and gurgled on his blood when he couldn't. The entire time Austin just greeted him with that boy-next-door smile behind his black mask.
But the death wasn't the part he was looking forward to. Austin hoisted the man over his shoulders, and in a mere blink he was standing on an overpass in the middle of California. It was busy. Cars whizzed by, and judging by the sounds of squealing tires and crashing metal, quite a few people were surprised to see him suddenly appear with a body slung over his shoulder. After checking that the rope around his neck was secure, Austin hoisted him over the side until the taught rope stopped his momentum. A large sign attached to the body read: