InsaneJournal

War knew it was strange to focus on one little mortal girl, everything he was doing? Everything he was ready to do now. Doing his part in the apocolypse starting with this one town. He was ready to see it fall to ruin but it would take time, he knew. It would take him and his brothers and of course Lucifer to bring it about. Death of course wasn't exactly enthused but he never was about these sorts of things. War was loving every single second of how he was causing these pathetic little mortals to turn on each other. Lovers, families, friends. It didn't matter once he'd had his influence felt. It was so much easier than Germany. The paranoia was already there. And just like in Germany he had a focus. The lovely Jo Harvelle. Connected to the Winchesters. Connected to the Hunting life. It was the perfect choice. She'd been so scared when she'd seen Sammy Winchester all black eyed and already had her issues with his pit whore. Added to that, she had the knowledge to make her paranoia and anger dangerous. So he gave her a little more than the others.

It was fun to watch, he had to admit. She locked her friends up in the basement and kept the mother, Mary Winchester by her side all through it. It was hillarious. And maybe, just maybe he could see her brought to hell. She could be facinating. She could be oh so much fun with a little time on the rack...

He turned toward her in the guise of Roger, poor Roger who didn't understand any of this at all and looked toward the basement door.

"Are you sure this is safe...keeping them here. The one in your friend Sam seems angrier than the others doesn't he? Wilder or something. He told me...when I went in to check their bindings he said that Sam was the perfect host cause he was already slipping toward hell." He twisted the ring on his finger. His. Ring. Lucifer had always said it was trite that rings were the source and focus of the Horsemen's power and maybe he was right. But there it was, it had always served him well.