Demon!Sora - OPEN!
Pythos was pleased. He had grown tired of listening to Meg babble - blah, blah, blah; no one actually gave a damn about her being the one chosen to lead the Winchester boy to Lilith - now that she was gone and out of the picture (temporarily, as she would surely be back to rub her accomplishment in their faces once Lucifer was free), Pythos planned to make this occasion one worth remembering. He was loyal to Lilith. Knowing that this was her final hour, Pythos very much felt as though it was his job to ensure that all of those chaos and death went down in her honor. As such, Pythos very much felt that there was only one way to respectfully go about honoring one such as Lilith: children. That was Lilith's trademark, was it not? The demon wearing Sora picked up a school bus, drove it out to the laser tag facility that the boy worked at, and used Sora's face and social connections to convince some of the younger kids to come and take a trip with him for ice cream.
It had been all too easy, really. All he had to do was flash a smile, pretend that he was that cheerful Sora, and tell the group of kids that he was buying. They piled into that bus like a pack of starved animals desperately awaiting their meal. The kids were old enough to be left on their own - they were in the eleven to thirteen range - so Sora got them out the doors without any notice at all. Then he drove. Straight through Lawrence and all the way to the apartment complex, where he knew the fight was about to begin. Pythos parked the bus just down the street from the complex, flashed his black eyes at the kids for a nice scare, and dragged one out the doors by the end of his hair. The rest of the kids were locked inside, threatened with the gun that Pythos had tucked away inside his coat. They weren't allowed to move. If they did, Pythos was going to kill them all.
He was a liar though. That was his trademark. They were all going to die, whether they played nicely or not.
With a gun pressed to the head of a girl with pigtails, Sora pushed her out of the bus and began to pace the pavement. Someone would see them. The heroes would pour out of that building one by one, torn between hunting Jacen and the other demons down and saving the innocents that Pythos had dragging into the scene on purpose. Grinning wildly, he shoved the girl to the ground and pointed his gun into the air. One shot rang out into the sky and the children on the bus began to scream. "I brought us a few guests!" Pythos called to the other demons. He was ready for this. They were going to die.