"Lost and Found: The Apology"
Title: The Apology
’Verse: Lost and Found
Author: LadyMacbeth
Fandom: Supernatural
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Sam/Dean/Priestly
Word Count: 2372
Disclaimer: “Supernatural” and all its characters belong to the genius that is Eric Kripke. I make no profit.
Warning: Incestuous slash. You no like, you know look.
Summary: Missouri reveals a secret to the boys that send them on a journey to Santa Cruz where they find a brother they never knew and an even darker revelation that none of them saw coming.
The story so far:
1. Santa Cruz
2. The Road to Missouri
3. Revelations
4. Look Back, Leap Forward
5. Second Sight
6. Fury and Fitchburg
7. Conjoined
8. Distant Voices
9. The Warning
10. Wrought Asunder
11. Family Ties
12. Black Dog
13. Splitting Down the Seems
14. Spiral
15. Trinity
16. The Arrival
And now:
*****
“The Destroyers… I like the sounds of that.”
“Should it be our new band name?”
“… You know we’re not actually in a band, right?”
“Pfft, details.”
“Uh, guys?” Sam interrupts, rubbing his forehead, “Can we maybe focus for a little bit on the bomb that was just dropped on us?”
“Killjoy,” Dean grumbles.
Priestly snickers.
Sam scowls and flips both his older brothers off. Dean just makes a Kissy Face back at him.
“I just don’t understand how you two can act so nonchalant about being the central characters in a Goddamn demon prophecy. How are you not freaking out? I’m freaking out.” He waves his large hands in the air as he says this, eyes widening, trying to emphasize his anxiety. His tone and actions are not in any way exaggerated. He has been running Missouri’s words over and over through his head since they were spoken, and each repetition piles on another ounce of apprehension.
The fact that both Dean and Priestly seem to be paying the entire situation little attention only helps to add to Sam’s stress.
But having been nearly surgically attached to Dean Winchester for almost twenty years has not been for nothing. Sam knows that as much as Dean may appear to brush something like this off, his mind is going a mile a minute. Sam has little doubt that Dean is running the idea of the prophecy, and their involvement, over in his mind in crystal clear detail. However, getting him to open up and actually talk about what’s going on in that well-guarded safe-of-a-psyche is an entirely different matter.
“Fine,” Sam sighs after a moment, realizing he won’t make headway with a frontal assault. “You guys go have fun playing super hero. I’m going to do some more research, now that we have more of an idea of what the hell is after us.”
He gets up and leaves the room without a word, the sudden silence and voiceless guilt following him out into the hallway.
*****
Priestly watches Sam leave under his own personal black cloud.
“Well, now I just feel like an ass,” he says after a moment.
“You are an ass,” Dean responds helpfully.
Priestly twists his neck to shoot a glare over his shoulder. “Don’t be a douche,” he says, without venom. “He was trying to be productive and we just acted like jerks. Should we go after him?
Dean’s eyes shift to the empty doorframe, but his gaze seems focused on something unseen. He leans forward slightly, draping his arms easily over his Priestly’s shoulders, cheek brushing his ear. “No,” he says finally, his arms tightening around Priestly, warm and possessive. His voice drops to barely above a whisper. “We’ll make it up to him later.”
*****
Sam ends up buried in Bobby’s books for several hours. The old hunter leaves him be, keeping busy with his own business and Missouri has long since left, needing to attend to matters back in Lawrence. Before she leaves, she assures the boys that she’ll help them in the coming days in any way that she can, and that all they’ll need to do is call.
Dean, at the time, had repressed the urge to make a snide comment about her lack of availability in the last month, instead opting to merely nod his head in thanks.
He figures he’s about half-way through the forth book when he dozes off, splayed on Bobby’s ancient couch. The sun is leaking through the curtains, falling across his body, warming him, lulling him to sleep. His eyes begin to droop, his limbs fill with lead and he just drops off into the dark without any struggle.
He doesn’t know how long he’s out for, but when he’s jarred awake, he quickly realizes he’s no longer on the couch. Instead, he’s sprawled across the twin beds in Bobby’s guest room, staring up at his older brothers.
Both Dean and Priestly stand at the side of the bed, watching him. Their eyes are identical in their soft green glow. They’re both shirtless, their lightly tanned skin looking warm and eager for touch. Dean stands behind Priestly, one arm draped over the twin’s right shoulder while the other curls low Priestly’s belly.
Sam watches, transfixed, as Dean’s fingertips skate over the top of Priestly’s jeans, slow, back and forth, only pausing in their pendulous movements to pop the button and unzip the fly. Though his head is still sleep-muddled, Sam feels his skin start to heat as his pulse quickens. He continues to watch, barely breathing, as Dean’s hand keeps up its movement, fingers trailing lower and lower until his entire hand disappears down the front of Priestly’s pants.
Up until this time, Priestly had been silent, the only sounds in the room being gentle breathing. When Dean’s hand slides into his jeans, the silence breaks and he moans, loud and throaty, like an expensive whore. His eyes slide closed and his head falls back, nestling it in the crook of Dean’s shoulder.
Dean continues to stare down at Sam. Even as he pleasures Priestly, pulling his twin’s hard dick from his pants, his eyes never waiver.
Sam feels his pupils blow wide as he watches his brothers. He wants so much to touch himself, stroke his own cock in time with Dean’s movements, but he’s afraid that if he so much as blinks, he’ll wake, and realize it was all a dream.
Dean must see the conflict in Sam’s eyes, because his hand stills, and his eyes flash. Priestly gasps and opens his eyes.
“You sure?” he whispers to Dean, leaving Sam out of half the conversation.
Dean’s head rolls against Priestly’s cheek, lips and teeth dragging along the jaw line up to his ear, nipping at the lobe and breathing, “Yes.”
Sam feels something crawl down his spine and settle in his dick when Priestly’s eyes slide back over to meet his.
The youngest Winchester stares, curious and aroused, as Priestly disengages himself from Dean’s touch and advances toward him. There’s determination in Priestly’s eyes and it makes Sam impossibly harder. Out of the corner of his eyes, Sam sees Dean settle in a chair just behind him, unzipping his jeans once he’s comfortable.
Sam’s breathe hitches as Priestly slides his own jeans off, leaving him naked, displayed, in front of him. He feels his heart thud in his ears as his brother proceeds to crawl onto the bed. As he advances, his eyes flicker a little brighter, and Sam gasps loud and shocked when his shirt is suddenly ripped open by invisible hands, buttons scattering everywhere. His panting becomes heavier as he watches the zipper of his fly descend, the top button popping open.
Priestly’s eyes continue to brighten. He is so close now to Sam that the heat of their breathe washes over each other’s skin.
Sam makes a sort of whimper when Priestly’s wrist flicks and his jeans and boxers begin pulling away from his hips. After an agonizing minute, Sam is naked except for the ruined shirt lying bunched around his shoulders.
“Oh God,” Dean moans from his chair.
Sam dares to tear his eyes away from Priestly’s long enough to take in the sight of Dean stroking himself in the chair by the bed. His cheeks are flushed and his eyes are barely slits. He licks his beautiful, parted lips before moaning again.
“Uhhh… Fuck him, Priestly,” he practically growls. “I want you to fuck him.”
*****
Priestly feels his eyes glow a little brighter when he flicks his wrist again and the ruined shirt draped around Sam’s shoulder begins to move.
He watches Sam as he drags the fabric with his mind, pulling it up over the arms until bunches around the younger boy’s wrists. From the look on his face, Sam must assume the shirt is going to be pulled off completely.
Priestly can’t help but smile wickedly when Sam’s eyes go black, realizing, as the fabric twists and binds him, that it’s not going anywhere.
And neither is he.
Priestly growls low in his throat when Sam tries to pull out of his new shackles. The shirt is tight against his wrists, wrapped around the headboard. He pulls at his binds for only a moment before his muscles go slack.
“Good boy, Sammy,” Dean purrs from his chair.
Sam whimpers in response.
Staring down at his beautiful new playing, something inside Priestly sparks and loosens. His self control crumbles.
Arousal flares up low in his stomach when his mouth descends on Sam’s dick. His lips slide all the way down until his nose rests against Sam’s hard body. He keeps his eyes open, watching, drinking in the image of his little brother tied up and helpless under his touch.
Sam’s eyes slip closed and his breathing gets harder. Priestly runs the flat of his tongue up the underside of Sam’s dick, causing him to moan.
Dean hisses from his seat by the bed and Priestly feels his twin’s voice worm its way into the back of his head. The idea Dean sends him is so delicious and mean that Priestly can’t hold back a growl that hums around Sam’s cock. Sam cries out again.
Priestly lets his eyes slide shut as he reaches out with his mind, sifting through the items scattered around the room, searching for what he knows is buried somewhere.
Dean hisses again when he finds it, rumpled and strewn over an old suit.
“Do it,” Dean growls, hand stroking faster.
Priestly pulls away from Sam’s dick, causing the younger boy to open his eyes in time to see the tie float towards him. He lets out a startled squeak just before the material slides under his head and over his lips.
Both Dean and Priestly breathe in a collective gasp at the sight up Sam, tide up and gagged. Dean actually has to still his hand, just to keep himself from coming at that very moment.
Sam’s eyes flick between them, wide, dark and open, a mix of arousal and the smallest hint of fear.
“Fuckin’ Christ, Sammy,” Priestly purrs, chewing on the tips of his fingers, running his tongue over them.
Sam sees the subtle motion and keens, knowing what’s about to happen.
Priestly moans when he pulls the digits from his lips, eyes trailing down Sam’s splayed and glistening body, finally stopping between his legs. He doesn’t say anything when he leans forward and brushes his moistened fingertips against his little brother’s opening. He just watches and listens, hungry.
Sam whimpers when the first finger breaches him, thighs tensing, eyes slipping closed. His head falls back against the pillow, his hair making a dark halo around his face.
Priestly can feel Dean watching the both of them. He’s aching to come, but won’t allow himself that pleasure until Priestly is buried within their little brother.
He shouldn’t keep him waiting.
Priestly roughly adds a second finger, making Sam jerk against his binds and snap his eyes open. He scissors his fingers, hard and fast, inside Sam’s body, drinking in the sounds he’s able to drag out of the boy through the material across his lips.
“God, just fucking do it already, Priestly,” Dean snarls, lust and need making his voice rough.
Priestly doesn’t need any more urging.
He pulls his fingers from Sam’s body with a dirty, wet sound, making the younger boy moan around the cloth in his mouth. Using his mind, he floats the tiny bottle of lube over from the other side of the room, and wastes no time squeezing a glob into his hand. He hisses at the sudden cool wetness that shivers up his spine as he strokes his aching cock, slicking it up. There’s a terrible temptation just to pull at himself until he comes, but deep down, Priestly knows that the image of Sam before him could bring even an angel to its knees.
He begins pushing into Sam’s body without warning. The younger man practically screams at the intrusion, creating a bizarre harmony with Dean, who lets loose a deep moan.
Priestly can feel his twin in the back of his head as he shifts gears into a fast rhythm, pounding into Sam with enough force to make him cry out with each slam. Dean moans in pace, as if he too were fucking Sam.
Dean’s arousal in his mind coupled with his own quickly puts Priestly on edge, and he hastens his thrusts, eager to reach his own orgasm. As he pistons his hips, he watches his little brother beneath him, still writhing against his shackles, chewing on his gag. Priestly knows Sam is close, left teetering on the edge. With the last of his dwindling mental strength, Priestly holds up his own body, freeing his hands to jerk Sam’s cock and twist his nipples.
Sam screams at the sensation and comes hard, body convulsing, arms pulling so hard against his binds, Priestly swears he hears the headboard splinter. He continues to drive into Sam, his own orgasm within arms reach.
Something behind his eyes explodes when Dean comes, shuddering in his chair by the bed. He moans a jumbled mix of Sam and Priestly and it’s enough to push Priestly over the edge.
Right on cue, the room begins to tremble, as if experiencing a small earthquake. The light above their heads flickers violently a few seconds and shatters. Before the hot shards of glass can rain down upon them, however, Priestly throws up a shield, protecting them.
He keeps it there as he pants, slumping against Sam’s tethered body, breathing into the crook of his neck. Sam squirms after a moment and Priestly sighs, twitching slightly, untying Sam’s hands and mouth.
He feels the bed dip when Dean climbs in beside them. Everything after that is a hazy blur until Priestly falls asleep.
*****
The Beast lifts its face skyward and takes a deep, snarling breath.
There it is again. The scent. The energy.
The Beast allows itself a wolfish smile. The fools. Their power will lead it right to them. Like breadcrumbs.
The massive demon lets loose a monstrous laugh as he breaks into a run.
*****
To be continued…
’Verse: Lost and Found
Author: LadyMacbeth
Fandom: Supernatural
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Sam/Dean/Priestly
Word Count: 2372
Disclaimer: “Supernatural” and all its characters belong to the genius that is Eric Kripke. I make no profit.
Warning: Incestuous slash. You no like, you know look.
Summary: Missouri reveals a secret to the boys that send them on a journey to Santa Cruz where they find a brother they never knew and an even darker revelation that none of them saw coming.
The story so far:
1. Santa Cruz
2. The Road to Missouri
3. Revelations
4. Look Back, Leap Forward
5. Second Sight
6. Fury and Fitchburg
7. Conjoined
8. Distant Voices
9. The Warning
10. Wrought Asunder
11. Family Ties
12. Black Dog
13. Splitting Down the Seems
14. Spiral
15. Trinity
16. The Arrival
And now:
*****
“The Destroyers… I like the sounds of that.”
“Should it be our new band name?”
“… You know we’re not actually in a band, right?”
“Pfft, details.”
“Uh, guys?” Sam interrupts, rubbing his forehead, “Can we maybe focus for a little bit on the bomb that was just dropped on us?”
“Killjoy,” Dean grumbles.
Priestly snickers.
Sam scowls and flips both his older brothers off. Dean just makes a Kissy Face back at him.
“I just don’t understand how you two can act so nonchalant about being the central characters in a Goddamn demon prophecy. How are you not freaking out? I’m freaking out.” He waves his large hands in the air as he says this, eyes widening, trying to emphasize his anxiety. His tone and actions are not in any way exaggerated. He has been running Missouri’s words over and over through his head since they were spoken, and each repetition piles on another ounce of apprehension.
The fact that both Dean and Priestly seem to be paying the entire situation little attention only helps to add to Sam’s stress.
But having been nearly surgically attached to Dean Winchester for almost twenty years has not been for nothing. Sam knows that as much as Dean may appear to brush something like this off, his mind is going a mile a minute. Sam has little doubt that Dean is running the idea of the prophecy, and their involvement, over in his mind in crystal clear detail. However, getting him to open up and actually talk about what’s going on in that well-guarded safe-of-a-psyche is an entirely different matter.
“Fine,” Sam sighs after a moment, realizing he won’t make headway with a frontal assault. “You guys go have fun playing super hero. I’m going to do some more research, now that we have more of an idea of what the hell is after us.”
He gets up and leaves the room without a word, the sudden silence and voiceless guilt following him out into the hallway.
*****
Priestly watches Sam leave under his own personal black cloud.
“Well, now I just feel like an ass,” he says after a moment.
“You are an ass,” Dean responds helpfully.
Priestly twists his neck to shoot a glare over his shoulder. “Don’t be a douche,” he says, without venom. “He was trying to be productive and we just acted like jerks. Should we go after him?
Dean’s eyes shift to the empty doorframe, but his gaze seems focused on something unseen. He leans forward slightly, draping his arms easily over his Priestly’s shoulders, cheek brushing his ear. “No,” he says finally, his arms tightening around Priestly, warm and possessive. His voice drops to barely above a whisper. “We’ll make it up to him later.”
*****
Sam ends up buried in Bobby’s books for several hours. The old hunter leaves him be, keeping busy with his own business and Missouri has long since left, needing to attend to matters back in Lawrence. Before she leaves, she assures the boys that she’ll help them in the coming days in any way that she can, and that all they’ll need to do is call.
Dean, at the time, had repressed the urge to make a snide comment about her lack of availability in the last month, instead opting to merely nod his head in thanks.
He figures he’s about half-way through the forth book when he dozes off, splayed on Bobby’s ancient couch. The sun is leaking through the curtains, falling across his body, warming him, lulling him to sleep. His eyes begin to droop, his limbs fill with lead and he just drops off into the dark without any struggle.
He doesn’t know how long he’s out for, but when he’s jarred awake, he quickly realizes he’s no longer on the couch. Instead, he’s sprawled across the twin beds in Bobby’s guest room, staring up at his older brothers.
Both Dean and Priestly stand at the side of the bed, watching him. Their eyes are identical in their soft green glow. They’re both shirtless, their lightly tanned skin looking warm and eager for touch. Dean stands behind Priestly, one arm draped over the twin’s right shoulder while the other curls low Priestly’s belly.
Sam watches, transfixed, as Dean’s fingertips skate over the top of Priestly’s jeans, slow, back and forth, only pausing in their pendulous movements to pop the button and unzip the fly. Though his head is still sleep-muddled, Sam feels his skin start to heat as his pulse quickens. He continues to watch, barely breathing, as Dean’s hand keeps up its movement, fingers trailing lower and lower until his entire hand disappears down the front of Priestly’s pants.
Up until this time, Priestly had been silent, the only sounds in the room being gentle breathing. When Dean’s hand slides into his jeans, the silence breaks and he moans, loud and throaty, like an expensive whore. His eyes slide closed and his head falls back, nestling it in the crook of Dean’s shoulder.
Dean continues to stare down at Sam. Even as he pleasures Priestly, pulling his twin’s hard dick from his pants, his eyes never waiver.
Sam feels his pupils blow wide as he watches his brothers. He wants so much to touch himself, stroke his own cock in time with Dean’s movements, but he’s afraid that if he so much as blinks, he’ll wake, and realize it was all a dream.
Dean must see the conflict in Sam’s eyes, because his hand stills, and his eyes flash. Priestly gasps and opens his eyes.
“You sure?” he whispers to Dean, leaving Sam out of half the conversation.
Dean’s head rolls against Priestly’s cheek, lips and teeth dragging along the jaw line up to his ear, nipping at the lobe and breathing, “Yes.”
Sam feels something crawl down his spine and settle in his dick when Priestly’s eyes slide back over to meet his.
The youngest Winchester stares, curious and aroused, as Priestly disengages himself from Dean’s touch and advances toward him. There’s determination in Priestly’s eyes and it makes Sam impossibly harder. Out of the corner of his eyes, Sam sees Dean settle in a chair just behind him, unzipping his jeans once he’s comfortable.
Sam’s breathe hitches as Priestly slides his own jeans off, leaving him naked, displayed, in front of him. He feels his heart thud in his ears as his brother proceeds to crawl onto the bed. As he advances, his eyes flicker a little brighter, and Sam gasps loud and shocked when his shirt is suddenly ripped open by invisible hands, buttons scattering everywhere. His panting becomes heavier as he watches the zipper of his fly descend, the top button popping open.
Priestly’s eyes continue to brighten. He is so close now to Sam that the heat of their breathe washes over each other’s skin.
Sam makes a sort of whimper when Priestly’s wrist flicks and his jeans and boxers begin pulling away from his hips. After an agonizing minute, Sam is naked except for the ruined shirt lying bunched around his shoulders.
“Oh God,” Dean moans from his chair.
Sam dares to tear his eyes away from Priestly’s long enough to take in the sight of Dean stroking himself in the chair by the bed. His cheeks are flushed and his eyes are barely slits. He licks his beautiful, parted lips before moaning again.
“Uhhh… Fuck him, Priestly,” he practically growls. “I want you to fuck him.”
*****
Priestly feels his eyes glow a little brighter when he flicks his wrist again and the ruined shirt draped around Sam’s shoulder begins to move.
He watches Sam as he drags the fabric with his mind, pulling it up over the arms until bunches around the younger boy’s wrists. From the look on his face, Sam must assume the shirt is going to be pulled off completely.
Priestly can’t help but smile wickedly when Sam’s eyes go black, realizing, as the fabric twists and binds him, that it’s not going anywhere.
And neither is he.
Priestly growls low in his throat when Sam tries to pull out of his new shackles. The shirt is tight against his wrists, wrapped around the headboard. He pulls at his binds for only a moment before his muscles go slack.
“Good boy, Sammy,” Dean purrs from his chair.
Sam whimpers in response.
Staring down at his beautiful new playing, something inside Priestly sparks and loosens. His self control crumbles.
Arousal flares up low in his stomach when his mouth descends on Sam’s dick. His lips slide all the way down until his nose rests against Sam’s hard body. He keeps his eyes open, watching, drinking in the image of his little brother tied up and helpless under his touch.
Sam’s eyes slip closed and his breathing gets harder. Priestly runs the flat of his tongue up the underside of Sam’s dick, causing him to moan.
Dean hisses from his seat by the bed and Priestly feels his twin’s voice worm its way into the back of his head. The idea Dean sends him is so delicious and mean that Priestly can’t hold back a growl that hums around Sam’s cock. Sam cries out again.
Priestly lets his eyes slide shut as he reaches out with his mind, sifting through the items scattered around the room, searching for what he knows is buried somewhere.
Dean hisses again when he finds it, rumpled and strewn over an old suit.
“Do it,” Dean growls, hand stroking faster.
Priestly pulls away from Sam’s dick, causing the younger boy to open his eyes in time to see the tie float towards him. He lets out a startled squeak just before the material slides under his head and over his lips.
Both Dean and Priestly breathe in a collective gasp at the sight up Sam, tide up and gagged. Dean actually has to still his hand, just to keep himself from coming at that very moment.
Sam’s eyes flick between them, wide, dark and open, a mix of arousal and the smallest hint of fear.
“Fuckin’ Christ, Sammy,” Priestly purrs, chewing on the tips of his fingers, running his tongue over them.
Sam sees the subtle motion and keens, knowing what’s about to happen.
Priestly moans when he pulls the digits from his lips, eyes trailing down Sam’s splayed and glistening body, finally stopping between his legs. He doesn’t say anything when he leans forward and brushes his moistened fingertips against his little brother’s opening. He just watches and listens, hungry.
Sam whimpers when the first finger breaches him, thighs tensing, eyes slipping closed. His head falls back against the pillow, his hair making a dark halo around his face.
Priestly can feel Dean watching the both of them. He’s aching to come, but won’t allow himself that pleasure until Priestly is buried within their little brother.
He shouldn’t keep him waiting.
Priestly roughly adds a second finger, making Sam jerk against his binds and snap his eyes open. He scissors his fingers, hard and fast, inside Sam’s body, drinking in the sounds he’s able to drag out of the boy through the material across his lips.
“God, just fucking do it already, Priestly,” Dean snarls, lust and need making his voice rough.
Priestly doesn’t need any more urging.
He pulls his fingers from Sam’s body with a dirty, wet sound, making the younger boy moan around the cloth in his mouth. Using his mind, he floats the tiny bottle of lube over from the other side of the room, and wastes no time squeezing a glob into his hand. He hisses at the sudden cool wetness that shivers up his spine as he strokes his aching cock, slicking it up. There’s a terrible temptation just to pull at himself until he comes, but deep down, Priestly knows that the image of Sam before him could bring even an angel to its knees.
He begins pushing into Sam’s body without warning. The younger man practically screams at the intrusion, creating a bizarre harmony with Dean, who lets loose a deep moan.
Priestly can feel his twin in the back of his head as he shifts gears into a fast rhythm, pounding into Sam with enough force to make him cry out with each slam. Dean moans in pace, as if he too were fucking Sam.
Dean’s arousal in his mind coupled with his own quickly puts Priestly on edge, and he hastens his thrusts, eager to reach his own orgasm. As he pistons his hips, he watches his little brother beneath him, still writhing against his shackles, chewing on his gag. Priestly knows Sam is close, left teetering on the edge. With the last of his dwindling mental strength, Priestly holds up his own body, freeing his hands to jerk Sam’s cock and twist his nipples.
Sam screams at the sensation and comes hard, body convulsing, arms pulling so hard against his binds, Priestly swears he hears the headboard splinter. He continues to drive into Sam, his own orgasm within arms reach.
Something behind his eyes explodes when Dean comes, shuddering in his chair by the bed. He moans a jumbled mix of Sam and Priestly and it’s enough to push Priestly over the edge.
Right on cue, the room begins to tremble, as if experiencing a small earthquake. The light above their heads flickers violently a few seconds and shatters. Before the hot shards of glass can rain down upon them, however, Priestly throws up a shield, protecting them.
He keeps it there as he pants, slumping against Sam’s tethered body, breathing into the crook of his neck. Sam squirms after a moment and Priestly sighs, twitching slightly, untying Sam’s hands and mouth.
He feels the bed dip when Dean climbs in beside them. Everything after that is a hazy blur until Priestly falls asleep.
*****
The Beast lifts its face skyward and takes a deep, snarling breath.
There it is again. The scent. The energy.
The Beast allows itself a wolfish smile. The fools. Their power will lead it right to them. Like breadcrumbs.
The massive demon lets loose a monstrous laugh as he breaks into a run.
*****
To be continued…