[Fic] The time to wrestle the angel is here...
Bela laughed.
It wasn’t the appropriate reaction to what he was suggesting, but he couldn’t blame her for it. He had to be joking, of course- that was her thinking. Julian Sark, who had never once been anything but self-serving and laughed at poor self-sacrificing fools, would never openly volunteer for something so blatantly suicidal just to save a sister he had only just recently learned he had. And no, he wouldn’t, but there were bigger reasons than simply than- reasons Bela would appreciate. One does not simply walk into Hell while still alive and then return unscathed, he’d love the honor of being the first. If he could find a way to release Bela from her contract in the process, then he’s succeeded in two endeavors.
He watched Bela’s face drain of color as she slowly realized that he wasn’t joking. “Julian, that’s not even possible.”
“Isn’t it?” He tapped the tome on the table in front of him lightly. “Difficult, yes. Likely to fail, very possibly. Not impossible. Every man who has attempted it did, in fact, make it into Hell. However…”
“They never came back?” Bela quirked an eyebrow, her expression twisting into one of distaste. “A bit of a risk just for eternal glory. I’m fond of it, myself, but even I wouldn’t be that idiotic.”
“I like risks,” he announced, as if this settled the argument. Maybe it was more of a risk than he was used to taking, but ever since involving himself in this world, he’d become accustomed to tapdancing over the line between what he did and didn’t deem as an acceptable risk. There wasn’t much you could do that the Winchesters hadn’t already done and Sark was hardly one to be outclassed in a field by a bunch of hicks, even if they were born to this particular cloth. Defeat wasn’t something Sark took lightly and being second-best was unacceptable.
“And you think you’re going to be able to talk Lucifer, himself, out of letting me out of my contract just on sheer audacity?” Bela snapped, gripping the table as she leaned over to glower at him with the steady gaze of someone who was not about to let the argument go so quickly and that very little he said was going to convince her to drop it.
“My bargaining skills are unparalleled.”
Bela hit him so hard that he tipped out of the chair in surprise.
Somehow, he felt he probably deserved that.
Muse: Julian Sark
Word Count: 405
It wasn’t the appropriate reaction to what he was suggesting, but he couldn’t blame her for it. He had to be joking, of course- that was her thinking. Julian Sark, who had never once been anything but self-serving and laughed at poor self-sacrificing fools, would never openly volunteer for something so blatantly suicidal just to save a sister he had only just recently learned he had. And no, he wouldn’t, but there were bigger reasons than simply than- reasons Bela would appreciate. One does not simply walk into Hell while still alive and then return unscathed, he’d love the honor of being the first. If he could find a way to release Bela from her contract in the process, then he’s succeeded in two endeavors.
He watched Bela’s face drain of color as she slowly realized that he wasn’t joking. “Julian, that’s not even possible.”
“Isn’t it?” He tapped the tome on the table in front of him lightly. “Difficult, yes. Likely to fail, very possibly. Not impossible. Every man who has attempted it did, in fact, make it into Hell. However…”
“They never came back?” Bela quirked an eyebrow, her expression twisting into one of distaste. “A bit of a risk just for eternal glory. I’m fond of it, myself, but even I wouldn’t be that idiotic.”
“I like risks,” he announced, as if this settled the argument. Maybe it was more of a risk than he was used to taking, but ever since involving himself in this world, he’d become accustomed to tapdancing over the line between what he did and didn’t deem as an acceptable risk. There wasn’t much you could do that the Winchesters hadn’t already done and Sark was hardly one to be outclassed in a field by a bunch of hicks, even if they were born to this particular cloth. Defeat wasn’t something Sark took lightly and being second-best was unacceptable.
“And you think you’re going to be able to talk Lucifer, himself, out of letting me out of my contract just on sheer audacity?” Bela snapped, gripping the table as she leaned over to glower at him with the steady gaze of someone who was not about to let the argument go so quickly and that very little he said was going to convince her to drop it.
“My bargaining skills are unparalleled.”
Bela hit him so hard that he tipped out of the chair in surprise.
Somehow, he felt he probably deserved that.
Muse: Julian Sark
Word Count: 405