So, I'm writing a Spn fanfic with one of my friends. Despite not actually having the Winchesters in it, we do reference events, creatures, characters, and objects from the show. I took creative liberty with certain things though. Would anyone like to read the opening for it?
I would like to read the opening.
Ok, here it is
Everything was black all around him. He had been feeling nothing but pain for many years now. He wanted to die, but that was never going to happen. The sounds of people screaming out was all that he could hear; the sound of it was deafening. Blistering, raging heat was on his skin. He and everyone else in this place would never grow used to this pain, and would continue to scream out, begging for the end of it. Hell is his home. He had neither died nor been born. The demon himself was screaming out in pain. He suddenly felt a tugging all over his body. He started to hear a whooshing sound slowly building in his ears.
Something that he has never felt went across his skin. As his eyes struggled to adjust to the light, he saw someone standing in front of him. Is this the one that had created me? He had heard that he had been in Hell, but nobody has ever seen him; nobody has even heard him. He used to be an angel named Lucifer, but then he fell when he desired to be as God. He was then cast out of Heaven, and then Hell was created as his place of punishment.
“Welcome to Earth. I am the man that has summoned you.”
That was what happened. I had been summoned out of the depths of Hell. He looked at the man. His hair was short, and he was wearing the things known as clothes. They were black. His bright cornflower blue eyes shined out at him.
“What be your name, oh great summoner?” He asked the man.
“You may call me father. From this point on you are to be known as William. You are to act as my adoptive son.” He looked at this man. He liked the name that he had for him. Standing up and looking around, William noticed that strange markings adorned the floor surrounding him. Five lines were arranged in a circle, and some strange symbols were inside the circle. He tried to move toward the man that had wanted William to call him father, but a barrier halted his advancement.
“You want me to call you father, yet you hold me captive in a devil’s trap. Release me and I shall allow you to live. Better yet, I’ll give you a deal that goes past the limit.” What am I saying? Deals? Devil’s traps? How do I know about these?
“How many years are you talking?” He asked William.
“Twelve years; your deal will last twelve years if you set me free.”
“Alright, twelve years until our deal comes to a close will do,” George said.
“What do you want then? Youth? Fame? Fortune…? A bigger dick?”
“No. I want a son, and I wish for my son to be you.”
“No,” William said. “Surely there must be something else that you want.” The man shook his head, turned, and started to walk away.
“Then stand here for a long time. I’ll summon someone else to make my deal with.”
“Wait!” William said. Endless pain and suffering, or one measly deal? Surely a deal would be more bearable. The man turned back around. This would be the first deal that William would ever make, so he decided to grant him what he wished. “You’ve got a deal.”
“So, what do I do now? Sign a contract in blood?” The man asked.
“No, we seal the deal with a kiss,” William responded. Wait, a kiss? Really? How do I even know this? The man was at first hesitant, but then he moved his foot to break the trap. William stepped out and kissed him; their deal was sealed.
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For two days the man he now knows as George teaches him of the world and his new surroundings. There's still much to learn, but he's aware of more like the floor being made of a type of wood called mahogany, and the walls being a light shade of a color called red. The furniture in the room is made of the same material as the floor George has told of, and have been hand carved with beautiful patterns as he put it. Under no circumstance is he to break these pointlessly intricate furnishings.
A large reflective surface in the room has captured more of his interest than the chairs however. The mirror, George had called it, reflected his own image back to him. How odd it was to see his own face, never having known what it looked like in the darkness he was accustomed too. Now he wanted to memorize it, the short strands of black hair, tinted another shade of red at the ends, the contrasting green of his eyes, his squared off jaw. He had been told by a maid that he was a 'handsome young lad.'
“So why did you want a demon for a son George?”
“I didn’t; not at first. While in prison I had found out that demons can do certain things, such as kill people without actually using their hands.”
“Yes we can.” The only thing stopping me from killing you right now is our deal. William thought. “What’s prison, and how did you even find out about demons to begin with?”
“Prison is a place where people that break laws, which are rules, are sent by the police, who are people that make sure that those rules are being carried out. I found out about demons from one of my old cell mates.”
“Then what were you sent to prison for George?”
“A long time ago I had a wife named Beth. I had wanted children, and she didn’t. Overcome with rage at hearing that she didn’t wish to have children I decided to kill her by stabbing her to death.”
“Ah, I see,” William says, looking at George with a mixture of both amusement and admirement. George then has a cat brought out.
“What’s the cat for George?” William asked.
“I want to see if your kind really can kill without the use of your hands,” At this William smirks.
“As you wish, I guess.” It’ll show him that I’m not one to mess with. William raised one of his hands, and without actually touching the feline, had disemboweled the poor creature.
“Good, because there’s some people that I want you to kill for me,” George said after recovering from the sight of the animal’s death. He reached into his pocket, and handed William a list. He grabbed it from him and unfolded it. He looked up at George.
“Why do you want them dead?”
“They have all wronged me in one way or another, and I am a very vengeful man,” William smirked at this.
“Then you lied to me. You didn’t want me as your son, you wanted me to be your hired gun. The deal is null and void now, George,” William stood up and went to kill him.
“Actually, I wasn’t lying. I did want you as my son, but yes, I also wanted you to kill for me. Whether or not you decide to kill these people for me is up to you.”
“Oh, so that wasn’t part of the deal, because you wanted it to be my choice.”
“Yes William, I did,” William sat there, smiling.
“Very well. I shall kill these people for you,” his smile broadened.
“There is a slight catch though.”
“And what would that be?” William asked.
“Some of them are hunters, and some of them have powers. I found this out by hiring someone to watch them.”
“So where do I begin?” William asked him.
“Go in order if you want to, I guess.”
“Very well,” George reached for a bell and rang it. Someone walked into the room. An anguished cry came out of the teal haired man that entered the room, his hands gripping locks of hair as his eyes locked on what remained of the creature in the center of the room. The blonde woman entering behind him seemed just as shocked, but turned away from the sight.
“What the hell did you do to my cat, George,” He screamed.
“I told you to keep that thing out of my garden or I’d do something about it,” George pointed out.
“He pissed on your pansies so you gutted him,” The man continued to shout.
“I’ll get you a new cat,” George grumbled. “William, this person will be assisting you.”
“No, George. I work alone. Besides, I’m more of a dog person.” William grinned at the sharp glare he received.
The brightly colored man strode forward tucking his glasses into the pocket inside his vest with a string of curses. An arm swung up to lash at William, but was caught by George.
“Enough,” he whispered sharply. “I told him to do it.”
William smirked at the movement. A dark look came into his eyes. “Look at the little pathetic worm mourn his precious pussy.” He laughs.
“George, if you don’t let me go right this second your ass is going to be meeting the wall,” the young man warned.
“I did not bring you here to fight, Cale. Besides, you have no idea what he’s capable of,” George warned. He turns to face William. “William, I hired Cale to watch your back.”
“Watch my back?” William asks, raising an eyebrow out of amusement. “He’d most likely just be a waste of space George,” William says with a heavy, exasperated sigh. “I don’t have time for this bullshit….” He looks at Cale. Though, it would be nice to have a sidekick, even if he’s a freaking pathetic idiotic human.
“So how the fuck is your whiny ass supposed to watch my back?”
“Not my whiny ass. Our whiny asses,” Cale pointed out. “I work with my sister, Lucille.” Cale jabbed a thumb towards the girl who lingered behind near the door. “And before you get any ideas she’s not interested in a limp dick like you.”
“I think your attitude needs adjusting, and I know just how to do it.” William raised his hand ready to snap his fingers.
“None of that, or I’ll send you back to hell, William,” George warned as he attempted to put distance between the men.
“You wouldn’t,” William snarled. “That would violate our deal, and believe me, I won’t stay in hell for long before I claw my way out to kill you, old man!” A low, yet very loud growl was heard. “Besides, I don’t think that you’d want my pets to attack you, now would you?”
“No I don’t,” George admitted. William smiled, showing glistening white teeth.
“Alright then, how are you going to help me in a fight of some kind? I highly doubt that the two of you lowly pieces of pond scum would have any powers that would be useful.
“I have telekinesis, dumbass, and Lucille can read minds,” Cale pointed out. “Lucille is the brains, I’m the tricks, and you’re the brawn, lugnut.”
“So the girl is useless, and your a party favor.” William grinned at the glare he received. “Alright then, let’s fucking see you in action.”
William stood and walked out of the room, sparing Lucille a glance as he exited. He was delighted to see her shrink back in fear; at least the girl knew her place. He lead them to what used to be a dining room. Through George’s wealth though he had converted it into a proper gym and sparring area, complete with a boxing ring in the center. William stepped into the ring and watched as Cale dropped his heavy messenger bag to the floor, followed by his vest and flannel shirt leaving him in a thin t-shirt. Lucille grabbed his arm shaking her head, but was gently brushed aside to stand by George instead.
“George, turn on some music?” William asked, but made it sound more like a demand.
“Sure thing, kiddo. What would you like to listen to?” He inquired while making his way to a stereo surround sound radio and cd player. He pulled out his phone, plugged it in, and prepared to search for whatever William wanted to listen to.
“Fall Out Boy, Kansas, AC/DC, and Fell On Black Days.” Being a demon and not needing sleep, William had more than enough time to become familiar with many genres of music. George pulled up a playlist that had what William requested. Hitting play, the first song to come on was ‘Thunderstruck’. William cracked his neck, preparing for the fight. With a quick glance he launched a heavy 50 lbs weight from the bench press towards Cale.
Cale stayed in place, grinning as the weight stopped before him midair and tapped it aside. “So that’s all? We’re just going to throw shit at eachother?” With a flick of his wrist he sent the weight back at William, much faster than the demon had thrown it and landing a blow against his triceps he barely registered. “Don’t disappoint me now, tough guy.”
A smirk slowly spreads across William’s face. “Oh, I’m just getting warmed up.” Multiple weights lifted off of the stand, and at first William started by flinging them one at a time before he started sending two to three at a time. Using the weights as a distraction, William moves closer to Cale, and lands several blows to the man.
The first two are easy enough for Cale to deflect. The third however lands against him heavily as he notices William’s advancement. A loud gasp escapes him as William’s fists collide with him, bringing him to a knee. Still he grins up at William with spite as he manages to spit at him. “Limp dick.”
William’s eyes flick to an oily, dark black, covering the entire eye. A deep growl emanates from within him, making the air vibrate from the sheer force of it. William’s punches became more fierce, striking Cale hard in the face, breaking his nose.
“Cale,” Lucille shrieks in horror as she watches William brutally attack her brother. “Stop it, Cale! Stop fighting him!”
“You should listen to your sister,” William suggested as he harshly tugged his arm behind his back. “She’s looking out for your best interests. As a side note, how flexible are you?” A loud pop sounded, followed by Cale’s cry of pain as his arm dislocated under the demon’s force. William’s victory was brief however as Cale summoned another heavy weight striking the distracted man between the eyes, and freeing Cale from his hold to roll away.
“Ok, congrats, that actually hurt!” William says, spitting out some blood. He looks down at the bloody spot on the mat, seemingly surprised that he’s bleeding. A dark, menacing smile slowly forms on his lips, making the darkening bruise across his nose throb in pain. “Unfortunately for you I can’t let that slide!” Weights fly towards Cale four at a time, electricity buzzing around them in sharp arcs of blue.
Lucille trembled as she watched her brother narrowly avoid the first couple latching onto George’s arm as the last two collided into him causing screams of pain. “Stop them, George!”
“Relax, Lucille. William wont kill him.” I hope. The older man remembered too late of the young girls power, and felt the sting of her hand against his cheek.
“Stop them, please,” she begged.
“No! I’m fine, George, so stay out of this,” Cale yelled back. The weights that Cale had managed to dodge embedded themselves into the wall behind him.
“Oh stop your damned whining, I’m not gonna kill him!” Though I wish that I could. William said, clearly annoyed by how worried Lucille is for her brother’s safety. William, being distracted by his outburst, is caught in a full neilson by Cale. Momentarily surprised, his eyes wide, William lets out a laugh.
“What’s so funny?” Cale asked, confused from the demon’s laughter. Smirking, William has a bolt of electricity shoot down from the light above them.
“That!” William responds as Cale writhes on the mat from the strike.
“Cale, are you alright?” George asks after the convulsing ceases.
“He’s fine George, so shut your trap and watch!” William barks.
Weakley Cale looked up at the demon. “If you’re trying to scare me,” he panted. “You’re doing a shit job.”
William glares coldy down at the man. “Oh, I’m sure that I’ll find a way to make you know your place, Pond scum.” William cracks his neck and knuckles with a sickening crunching sound. Cale grinned back as he staggered to his feet.
“I think you should rethink continuing this fight, Cale,” George warned.
A torrent of flame suddenly launches from one of William’s hands towards Cale, making the sprinklers go off, and forcing Cale to dive out of the way. Landing with a thud, he slams his shoulder into the surface of the ring, and cringes in pain.
A puddle of water was forming on the mat of the ring, but it wasn’t quite ready for what William had in mind. Cale stands back up, being careful not to use his arm to get up, while glaring at William.
“Oh, poor thing, got a booboo.” William mocked. He had a weight hit Cale in the back, causing him to scream in pain. “Had enough yet, Caley?” Falling to his knees from the weight, Cale gets back up, taking steps toward William carefully.
“Aren’t you tired of playing around yet,” Cale asked.
Now the water was ready. Smirking ominously, William raised a serpent of water, and had it slam into Cale, soaking his clothing. ‘Carry On Wayward Son’ by Kansas was playing. What a great time for this song to be on. William thought.
Cale remained on the floor, sputtering curses with mouthfuls of water. “Ok, I need a nap,” he wheezed.
Lucille whimpered, hiding her face behind her hands. “Is it over yet?”
“I hope so,” George grumbled. “Your brother has a problem.”
William stands over Cale, a victorious smile spread across his face. “Well, it appears that I was wrong. You can hold your own in a fight, so I guess you can join me in my hunts,” he says. “However it’s your precious little sister that I have my doubts on now.” William states, glancing in Lucille’s direction. “I’m in charge, and get to choose our target though,” He adds while climbing out of the ring.
“Whatever you say, boss,” Cale muttered sarcastically as he stood holding his arm delicately.
A sickening popping sound is heard as William telekinetically pops Cale’s shoulder back in place.
A look of astonishment crosses Cale’s face once the initial pain has subsided, and he turns to William questioningly. “Thanks I guess.”
“What kind of partners would we be if we let each other walk around wounded?” William asks in a mocking tone. A look of surprise crosses not only Cale’s face, but Lucille’s as well. Evidently George hadn’t filled William in about someone from their past.
“We’ll see how long that lasts,” Cale scoffed, going to retrieve his bag and garments.
“Leave it on,” William demands after seeing George moving to turn the music off.
“Why?”
“I’m planning on continuing my little workout, and I want to have music.” Dumbass, that should be obvious.
“Oh, alright son. I’m gonna go get something to eat. Make sure that you clean your mess up,” George says whilst walking out of the gym.
“Stupid old man,” William mumbled. “He could of had anything that he wanted, but instead he makes a deal to have a demon for a son for a total of twelve years.” I’m looking forward to when the deal is up. Then I’ll kill the bastard, he thought to himself.
“Go ahead and get something for yourself as well, Lucy. I’m going to sit here and rest for a bit.” Cale groaned as he rested against the wall.
“You want to stay here with,” Lucille trailed off looking at William.
“I’ll be fine. Go.” Quietly Lucille left glancing at William one last time before shutting the door.
William works at pulling the weights from the wall, mops up the water from the ring, and then decides to lift weights.
“Judging by how the two of you reacted after my comment about partners, I’m guessing that the old man neglected to tell me something.”
“Oh, you know. The classic betrayal. Our last partner only tried to kill us. Nothing big,” Cale scoffed. “I’ll get him back when his name comes up on the list.”
The sound of clanking metal stops as William stops lifting weights. He sits up, looking at Cale with an upturned eyebrow.
“He tried killing the two of you? I’m actually curious on how he did that.”
“Don’t be. He was a coward about it.” Cale chuckled darkly. “We were going after a group of demons, and I turned into bait. Literal bait. Once he realized he was in over his head though he ran out as fast as possible.” A heavy sigh left him. “Now I work for George. Besides, I stole the idiots journal. Not that he put anything useful in it.”
“What happened after the cowardly fuck ditched you?
“Dunno.” Cale shrugged. “All I remember is the dark, and George showing up. “Couldn’t care less what he’s doing or where he is at the moment. I’ll get him back eventually.”
All he saw was darkness. I wonder if he heard screaming and felt heat that he could never get used to? William thought to himself. “George must be really close to you then; almost a father figure. A mentor of sorts. He taught you things about hunting that you didn’t know about, just like he’s teaching me about things in this world.” What the fuck am I saying? No, William, you’re a demon, you’re not supposed to care about these pathetic lower lifeforms! As for George teaching me, the old bastard doesn’t even suspect that I actually know more than I’m letting on! He thought.
“George isn’t the only source of knowledge about the world, devil-boy,” Cale taunted. “And he’s far from the one who introduced me to this shit.”
“Luckily for you we’ll be going after the shithead. I just might even be nice and let you have the kill,” William says, chuckling at the idea. “Where’s his name on the list?”
“It’s the 6th name on the list; Bogan Stone. Last I knew he was in the south somewhere.”
“Thought you didn’t care.”
“You’ll hear a lot of humans say that,” Cale sighed. “And humans are a very unreliable source.”
I’ll have to keep that in mind when dealing with these mongrels. “Well, we might as well go hunt down the first person on the list.” William said. He grabbed the list, and looked at the very first name. “Twanda Rodes; George talked to me about her briefly. He said that she’s hiding out somewhere in someplace called Italy.”
Cale pulled a card from his wallet.
That is really good, I like it. Also he has a good taste in music (Fall Out Boy is #1)
That's great and all, but why do you like it? Anything that you didn't like? Details! Lol
I haven't been on this site in months but as soon as I re-read the first sentence the entire story came back. It's really detailed and there is a lot of thought put into it. The characters are also written very well, they aren't generic and boring like most. I also like that you are writing your own characters instead of doing what everyone else does.