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Tweak says, "I am your father"

Austin Daniels ║ Azazel (dealwithyellow) wrote in thereincarnates,
@ 2012-10-03 15:27:00

Entry tags:

austin daniels, cassie macmahon, elijah savage, justin anderson, lillie shipton, michelle kingston, rob strange

WHO: Austin Daniels, Rob Strange, Justin Anderson, Cassie MacMahon, Lillie Shipton, and later Michelle Kingston and Elijah Savage
WHERE: The Devil's Gate in Southern Wyoming
WHEN: Forward dated to late Monday night, October 8.
WHAT: Austin's getting a friend to open the gate, releasing hundreds of new demons into the world annnnnd taking his revenge.
WARNINGS: Language, violence, and character death. Typical Supernatural thread.

There wasn't a proper word to describe the anger boiling over inside Austin Daniels in the event of losing not only his family, but Azazel's family--his father and brethren--as well in a cheap trick perpetrated by those abominable hunters. He'd been playing light with them before; a few deaths here, a threatening note there. It was all in good fun, and all because he thought that they could never, ever be an actual threat to him and his. The Winchester boys were dimwitted and only survived as long as they did on their show due to luck and the sacrifice of others, and they barely succeeded even then. That was when faced with each higher-level demon separately. In this world, the Winchesters had been faced with Lucifer, Alastair, Azazel, and Lilith all at once.

And they'd trapped Lucifer and Alastair as if it were nothing.

So yes, to say he was fuming was putting it mildly, and the plan that had been developing in the back of his brain for months would now come into fruition. He wanted to hold nothing back from these hunters; he would destroy everything they cared about before turning on them so that they suffered for their atrocities. With a simple twist of a gun he could open hell itself to bring forth the worst demons the reincarnated hunters had ever faced, and hopefully enough to rip the world apart. He was aiming to burn the earth and bring them all down.

The night was brisk, and Austin stood with the Colt in his pocket just outside Samuel Colt's rather large trap, the center of which held the door he very much wanted to open. He couldn't enter himself; Colt had warded the place against demons to prevent this exact scenario from playing out. But Austin had friends in high places who wanted to destroy just as much as he did, and they could go through. The sound of a snapping twig behind him curled his lips into a cruel smile. It was time.

"I almost thought you'd stood me up, Strange." He said, turning to face the man. He pulled the gun out of his coat pocket and admired it briefly, the sleek design and power to kill anything admirable. He then handed it over. There was no sense in delaying any further. "I've texted you a picture of what the door should look like. It's dead center in the graveyard. The gun is the key. I can't enter until the door is open so you'll have to venture on alone, but for a man of your background I'm assuming that won't be a problem. Unless you have a fear of the dark you're hiding from me?"

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backformore
2012-10-06 03:27 am UTC (link)

With a roll of his eyes that was obscured behind his shades, Rob followed Austin back into the cemetery, disappearing and reappearing but hanging back about five or ten feet. Rob was only mildly interested in the demon's little vendetta against these mortals, and really only up to the point that it was a vendetta at all. The reasons why were inconsequential and the people involved were just people, but vendettas, those were always fun. Personal and private, they were wars on a smaller scale, and therefore still very much his territory. Good thing Rob's presence was enough to make this fight savage – he didn't even have to get involved. He just had to watch.

It didn't take long for the God of War's influence to spread over the cemetery. The demons escaping Hades already had a lust for blood, but when they flew past the god, it became even more palpable, more urgent, and he knew as well as he knew his own name that the death toll would be high tonight. The thought made him smile, and as soon as he did, one of the mortal girls tried to attack Austin. She must have been angrier than the others for Rob's presence to affect her so quickly. He was almost intrigued, but even then he couldn't stop for letting out a sharp guffaw when Austin disappeared before she could grab him, getting herself a face full of cemetery dirt instead. She had sharp senses, though, and as she sputtered, she looked around wildly, searching for the hidden threat even though the obvious one was behind her.

She almost found him, but then Rob was saved by the bell. Or another girl flying through the air, rather, but Rob wasn't picky. He took his sunglasses off and hung them on his shirt to get a better look at them, unconcerned by the howling demons storming through the cemetery. Cursing under her breath, the first girl crawled over to the second one, who appeared to be wounded. Once she established she was still alive, she risked a worried glance over her shoulder, back at the boy Austin was currently taunting. Having spent eons with Aphrodite, Ares and Rob both knew love when they saw it, and that above anything else was what pushed him to reveal himself. Gods weren't supposed to interfere in the affairs of mortals, generally, but sometimes the temptation was just too great. Most of the time Rob just didn't care, though. Rules were made to be broken.

"I wouldn't do that, if I were you," Rob said clearly, appearing over the two girls just as the first one pulled a gun out of her jeans. He squatted heel to haunch and gave her a knowing look, nodding over at Austin and the boy. "Aim's off just a little, and you might hit your boyfriend instead. I don't think you want that." He glanced down at the other girl, the groaning one, and grinned wickedly. All the emotions the girl with the gun felt for this kid practically poured off of her – some positive (all that brotherly love, gods, it made him want to puke), but a lot negative, too. Fear. Mistrust. Resentment most of all. "Her, though. Aim for her, and from this distance, you can't miss."