09x10 - Spiral Architect - Part Three: Black Snow Sky
Episode Number: 09x10 of Season 9 Fan Fiction (S9FF)
Title: Spiral Architect
Subtitle: Black Snow Sky
Author: dracox-serdriel
Word Count: 1,419
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: language, violence
Status: Complete. Feedback appreciated.
South China Sea. Paimon stood on the jagged cliffs surrounding the Hell Gate. It dropped down into the ocean from its mouth, which kept it safe from people. The warding hid it from angels, witches, and diviners.
He ran his meat suit's hand down the side of the seal; indeed, an angel had locked the door thousands of years before. Yet it was certainly a demon that hid it from the world.
"Why brother?" he asked the door as if it might answer. "Why would you hide a door that an angel locked? And why would an angel lock a door and fail to destroy it?"
He felt the presence of an angel nearby. They weren't usually difficult to sense; powerful beings could rarely be stealthy. He wasn't worried, more curious.
"Who is there?" he asked the sky.
"Hermes," a voice replied.
Paimon said, "I know an angel when I smell one."
"I do not deny that I am an angel."
"And your name is Hermes?"
"That is what others call me," said Hermes.
"Why are you here?"
"I watch over this door."
"What door?" Paimon asked.
"The one you just spoke to."
"There is no door."
"Then why did you just say there was?"
Paimon replied, "I asked about a door, but the door is not located here, Hermes. My brother was to meet me here, so that I may open a door and find my way home."
"But your brother is not here," said Hermes. "No one has been here at the door for hundreds of years, except you and me."
"I told you, there is no door," Paimon repeated.
"Indeed, there is."
"Where?"
"You stand before it."
"There is nothing here."
"Only a demon may see it."
"I am a demon, and I see nothing."
After a few moments of silence, Hermes asked, "You are a demon, but you cannot see the door?"
"I told you, angel, there is no door here."
"But this has been my post for over a thousand years," the angel wailed. "I am certain there is a door here."
Hermes appeared beside Paimon, rolling his hands over the slate he saw. He felt the power there, but his eyes perceived nothing more than solid rock.
With a single precise move, Paimon used the nails of his hands to slash off one of the angel's fingers. Roaring in pain, Hermes became invisible again and moved away.
"Thanks to you now, good Hermes, I have the key!"
Taking his own blood and mixing it with the angel's, he painted a sigil on the door.
"No, it needs to be the world," Cas said.
Sam stopped mid-way through setting up a map of the USA. He changed gears and pulled up a world map.
"Good, now the rings?" Cas directed to Dean.
"Got'em," Dean said. He plunked the remaining three rings onto the map.
"Sam, put your hands on the far sides of the map," the angel instructed.
"What?"
"Your vessel held Lucifer for a short time, even though you've been purified, you can help us tune this location," Cas explained. "Please. It should cause no discomfort."
"And if it does?"
"Then I apologize."
Sam laughed quietly as he placed either hand at the extreme east and west sides of the map. Castiel began chanting something in Enochian.
Sparks flew. It was as if static electricity filled the entire face of the map. In a few moments, all three rings moved around the surface on their own accord. One ring moved to a northern position and stopped; another stopped in the South China Sea. The third landed in Lake Huron.
"Helpful," Dean said sarcastically.
"You can remove your hands, Sam," Cas said.
Dean went to reclaim the rings, but Cas stopped him. "Famine's ring is on the Catacombs, you see?"
"That's where the catacombs are?"
"In the Arctic Ocean, and War's ring... I don't know where it is pointing."
"The Ocean," Dean said.
"The South China Sea," Sam corrected, "outside the Philippians."
"Something is there, but not what we're looking for," explained Cas, "Pestilence's ring will tell us where his body is."
"Lake Huron?" Dean said. "His body is in Lake Huron?"
"No, his body is preserved in a container at the bottom of Lake Huron," Cas corrected. "I'll go to it immediately."
Before he could do anything else, the three rings zoomed together over the South China Sea.
"Seems there's no time like the present," Cas said merrily before he disappeared.
"Cas!" Dean cried.
"What just happened?" Sam asked.
"Cas!"
The door on the island shook, then fell, crumbling in upon itself. This was an old Hell Gate, and this would be its last hurrah.
Paimon stood back to admire his work, watching as fire and light exploded from the core of the rock, blasting away the warding and destroying the seal around it.
"See, good Hermes," Paimon taunted, "my brethren were locked away from this earth, but I am here to allow them passage - "
Hermes laughed a heartless, hollow kind of laugh. "Ever since the Gates of Hell were shut, I have hoped for someone to wrench open this gate!"
Indeed, a Hell Gate opened onto Earth, but no black smoke zoomed out of it. The white light that floundered out consisted entirely of human souls. Demons couldn't pass through the Hell Gate.
"No!" Paimon bellowed, shaking the stone all the way down to the ocean's floor. Waves flourished, and a storm began to build up. He threw fireballs at Hermes, who flew overhead, overjoyed.
The sound of wings filled the sky, and sure enough, an entire angel brigade appeared, shepherding souls out of hell. Paimon turned his assault of fire and lightning towards them.
One angel exploded with lightning, the other continued his work in spite of the fire consuming him. He took a third and tore her in half.
"You can't do this!" Paimon screeched. "Angels cannot free souls unless they are innocent!"
"And you cannot walk the earth," Naomi said, descending with two more angels flanking either side. "Yet here you are."
"You pervert the rules - "
"The rules? The rules have changed," Naomi told him.
Paimon had no reason to fear such an angel. She had no power over him. He charged at them as the Hell Gate collapsed, closing its doors forever. Suddenly he felt hot air crushing his newly-brewed storm. It moved contrary to the laws of nature. Not only did the angels break the heavenly movement of souls, now they broke even the laws of nature!
Before he reached Naomi, a flash of blinding-white light consumed the sky, and he fell down into the ocean. The rubble of the previous Hell Gate was little more than a small island poking its head out of the sea. His storm was gone, as were the angels, and all the souls that had made a push out the door before it closed.
Paimon roared a roar that echoed across the waters.
Castiel trudged along the bottom of Lake Huron, easily spotting the container. It was warded against angels, but the chains that held it in place were not. Demons weren't known for their attention to detail.
He worked quickly because water burned his lungs. Once he held all the chains, he balled them up, and teleported back to the Men of Letters bunker, being sure to land in the largest room.
Thud!
Dean and Sam both looked towards the middle room, which led down into the war room.
"Little help here," Cas grunted.
They both jolted into the next room.
"Woah," Sam said, looking at the casket.
"When we are done," Cas suggested, "we should find a place for his body, just in case."
"What does that mean, 'just in case?'" Dean asked.
"Well, the other demons will want Lucifer's blood for rituals. We don't want them to find it."
Sam raised his eyebrows. "What if we extracted it all?"
"Extracted?" Dean repeated. "Why?"
"We could store it, like the other pantry items."
"Right, of course, next to the angel feathers and the dragon tears, Lucifer's blood."
Cas said thoughtfully, "I wouldn't put it there myself, but if it helps your organization - "
"We are not storing Satan's blood!" Dean yelled.
"Why not?"
"Because, it's - gross."
"We'll lock it up for safekeeping," Sam said, "and burn Nick's bones. Give him a hunter's funeral."
"Awesome. You gonna crack this thing open or what?" Dean asked Cas.
"I can't, it's warded against angels."
Dean replied, "Of course it is."
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Primary Post: 09x10 Spiral Architect
Primary Post: Season 9 Fan Fiction (S9FF)
Title: Spiral Architect
Subtitle: Black Snow Sky
Author: dracox-serdriel
Word Count: 1,419
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: language, violence
Status: Complete. Feedback appreciated.
South China Sea. Paimon stood on the jagged cliffs surrounding the Hell Gate. It dropped down into the ocean from its mouth, which kept it safe from people. The warding hid it from angels, witches, and diviners.
He ran his meat suit's hand down the side of the seal; indeed, an angel had locked the door thousands of years before. Yet it was certainly a demon that hid it from the world.
"Why brother?" he asked the door as if it might answer. "Why would you hide a door that an angel locked? And why would an angel lock a door and fail to destroy it?"
He felt the presence of an angel nearby. They weren't usually difficult to sense; powerful beings could rarely be stealthy. He wasn't worried, more curious.
"Who is there?" he asked the sky.
"Hermes," a voice replied.
Paimon said, "I know an angel when I smell one."
"I do not deny that I am an angel."
"And your name is Hermes?"
"That is what others call me," said Hermes.
"Why are you here?"
"I watch over this door."
"What door?" Paimon asked.
"The one you just spoke to."
"There is no door."
"Then why did you just say there was?"
Paimon replied, "I asked about a door, but the door is not located here, Hermes. My brother was to meet me here, so that I may open a door and find my way home."
"But your brother is not here," said Hermes. "No one has been here at the door for hundreds of years, except you and me."
"I told you, there is no door," Paimon repeated.
"Indeed, there is."
"Where?"
"You stand before it."
"There is nothing here."
"Only a demon may see it."
"I am a demon, and I see nothing."
After a few moments of silence, Hermes asked, "You are a demon, but you cannot see the door?"
"I told you, angel, there is no door here."
"But this has been my post for over a thousand years," the angel wailed. "I am certain there is a door here."
Hermes appeared beside Paimon, rolling his hands over the slate he saw. He felt the power there, but his eyes perceived nothing more than solid rock.
With a single precise move, Paimon used the nails of his hands to slash off one of the angel's fingers. Roaring in pain, Hermes became invisible again and moved away.
"Thanks to you now, good Hermes, I have the key!"
Taking his own blood and mixing it with the angel's, he painted a sigil on the door.
"No, it needs to be the world," Cas said.
Sam stopped mid-way through setting up a map of the USA. He changed gears and pulled up a world map.
"Good, now the rings?" Cas directed to Dean.
"Got'em," Dean said. He plunked the remaining three rings onto the map.
"Sam, put your hands on the far sides of the map," the angel instructed.
"What?"
"Your vessel held Lucifer for a short time, even though you've been purified, you can help us tune this location," Cas explained. "Please. It should cause no discomfort."
"And if it does?"
"Then I apologize."
Sam laughed quietly as he placed either hand at the extreme east and west sides of the map. Castiel began chanting something in Enochian.
Sparks flew. It was as if static electricity filled the entire face of the map. In a few moments, all three rings moved around the surface on their own accord. One ring moved to a northern position and stopped; another stopped in the South China Sea. The third landed in Lake Huron.
"Helpful," Dean said sarcastically.
"You can remove your hands, Sam," Cas said.
Dean went to reclaim the rings, but Cas stopped him. "Famine's ring is on the Catacombs, you see?"
"That's where the catacombs are?"
"In the Arctic Ocean, and War's ring... I don't know where it is pointing."
"The Ocean," Dean said.
"The South China Sea," Sam corrected, "outside the Philippians."
"Something is there, but not what we're looking for," explained Cas, "Pestilence's ring will tell us where his body is."
"Lake Huron?" Dean said. "His body is in Lake Huron?"
"No, his body is preserved in a container at the bottom of Lake Huron," Cas corrected. "I'll go to it immediately."
Before he could do anything else, the three rings zoomed together over the South China Sea.
"Seems there's no time like the present," Cas said merrily before he disappeared.
"Cas!" Dean cried.
"What just happened?" Sam asked.
"Cas!"
The door on the island shook, then fell, crumbling in upon itself. This was an old Hell Gate, and this would be its last hurrah.
Paimon stood back to admire his work, watching as fire and light exploded from the core of the rock, blasting away the warding and destroying the seal around it.
"See, good Hermes," Paimon taunted, "my brethren were locked away from this earth, but I am here to allow them passage - "
Hermes laughed a heartless, hollow kind of laugh. "Ever since the Gates of Hell were shut, I have hoped for someone to wrench open this gate!"
Indeed, a Hell Gate opened onto Earth, but no black smoke zoomed out of it. The white light that floundered out consisted entirely of human souls. Demons couldn't pass through the Hell Gate.
"No!" Paimon bellowed, shaking the stone all the way down to the ocean's floor. Waves flourished, and a storm began to build up. He threw fireballs at Hermes, who flew overhead, overjoyed.
The sound of wings filled the sky, and sure enough, an entire angel brigade appeared, shepherding souls out of hell. Paimon turned his assault of fire and lightning towards them.
One angel exploded with lightning, the other continued his work in spite of the fire consuming him. He took a third and tore her in half.
"You can't do this!" Paimon screeched. "Angels cannot free souls unless they are innocent!"
"And you cannot walk the earth," Naomi said, descending with two more angels flanking either side. "Yet here you are."
"You pervert the rules - "
"The rules? The rules have changed," Naomi told him.
Paimon had no reason to fear such an angel. She had no power over him. He charged at them as the Hell Gate collapsed, closing its doors forever. Suddenly he felt hot air crushing his newly-brewed storm. It moved contrary to the laws of nature. Not only did the angels break the heavenly movement of souls, now they broke even the laws of nature!
Before he reached Naomi, a flash of blinding-white light consumed the sky, and he fell down into the ocean. The rubble of the previous Hell Gate was little more than a small island poking its head out of the sea. His storm was gone, as were the angels, and all the souls that had made a push out the door before it closed.
Paimon roared a roar that echoed across the waters.
Castiel trudged along the bottom of Lake Huron, easily spotting the container. It was warded against angels, but the chains that held it in place were not. Demons weren't known for their attention to detail.
He worked quickly because water burned his lungs. Once he held all the chains, he balled them up, and teleported back to the Men of Letters bunker, being sure to land in the largest room.
Thud!
Dean and Sam both looked towards the middle room, which led down into the war room.
"Little help here," Cas grunted.
They both jolted into the next room.
"Woah," Sam said, looking at the casket.
"When we are done," Cas suggested, "we should find a place for his body, just in case."
"What does that mean, 'just in case?'" Dean asked.
"Well, the other demons will want Lucifer's blood for rituals. We don't want them to find it."
Sam raised his eyebrows. "What if we extracted it all?"
"Extracted?" Dean repeated. "Why?"
"We could store it, like the other pantry items."
"Right, of course, next to the angel feathers and the dragon tears, Lucifer's blood."
Cas said thoughtfully, "I wouldn't put it there myself, but if it helps your organization - "
"We are not storing Satan's blood!" Dean yelled.
"Why not?"
"Because, it's - gross."
"We'll lock it up for safekeeping," Sam said, "and burn Nick's bones. Give him a hunter's funeral."
"Awesome. You gonna crack this thing open or what?" Dean asked Cas.
"I can't, it's warded against angels."
Dean replied, "Of course it is."
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