♦ A Z A Z E L ♦ (_yellow_eyes_) wrote in wariscoming, @ 2010-10-30 00:43:00 |
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Entry tags: | azazel, mary winchester |
Who: Samuel Campbell!Azazel & Mary Winchester
When: Starts morning of 5/28
When: 'Family' breakfast, followed by peril
Where: Various locales
Rating: TBD
Things were beginning to come to a head. He could feel it, almost taste it. He knew that soon his Father would make his move, and draw Sammy Winchester into the fold. It was coming soon. Which meant that Azazel didn’t really have to hide, anymore. Or he could at least start having a little more fun. So he put out the invite to Mary, playing the daddy card.
Hunters always did have a thing for their dads, he’d found over the years.
The morning she was coming over, Azazel prepared carefully. In the basement of an abandoned building just outside of town, he had already set up a special cage – a room with no locks, essentially, that one couldn’t enter unless they were a demon (or accompanied by one) or an angel. To prevent the latter from entering, he inscribed the entire building with Enochial sigils designed to keep out any of the wings. Knowing that this might lead them directly to him, he spent the night doing the same to other various buildings around Lawrence. They weren’t the kind of symbols that the normal eye could see, which made it simpler. No painting or drawing, only a little use of will and they were there. In the room he had prepared for Mary, he placed a bed, nothing more. It wasn’t as though he was a complete barbarian – he wouldn’t make her sleep on the floor. After all, she was the mother of his Father’s vessel. While he had no problem killing her (again), she did deserve some small measure of respect.
Once everything was ready, he returned to the apartment he kept as Samuel Campbell. He made a fresh pot of coffee, adding a special powder to one cup before pouring a serving in for the hunter, and set out a plate of donuts. When the knock came, he had no trouble containing his excitement, but he still couldn’t repress a small shiver of anticipation. He answered the door holding her mug, and gave a fatherly smile as he held out the coffee.
“Good morning, Mary. Hope you still like two creams and a sugar, like you used to.” He stepped back so she could enter.