approaching a time that is drastic
Who: Crowley [kissesdarling] and Mary Winchester [refrigeratormom, with a guest appearance by Sam Winchester [family_remains], and some dead NPCs.
When: The evening of September 26th, into the early morning hours of the 27th.
Where: The metro, for starters -- and then Mary Winchester's residence.
Summary: Crowley has been slipped a bit of the mystery drug in a little glass vial. And he loses that tenuous grip of self-control on his demon instincts. And promptly decides to kill everyone who isn't worthy. See: everyone.
Warnings: Dead NPCs. Some blood and gore. And Crowley's dignity is murdered horribly.
It took all of one minute to kill the seven people riding the metro with the seemingly calm and nonchalant British man seated in the far corner. Why Crowley had taken the train in the first place, he had no idea -- something dull and uninspiring, he supposed -- but all of that changed a few short minutes after he had popped a tic tac into his mouth.
Suddenly -- and Crowley wasn't even entirely aware it had happened -- a knife was slashing the throat of the young woman just across from him. Her child went next -- and then before anyone else in the train could even scream, their blood splattered against the walls with a vicious snarl, and Crowley stood in the center of it, oddly... inhuman.
They were disgusting. Each of them. All of them. Human beings who tore apart the planet and reaped the rewards and did they pay any attention to the others? No. Of course not. And there Crowley was, with his fingers dug into the most profitable kingdom in the planet, and who had destroyed it all for him?
The Winchesters. That angel. All of their lot who couldn't give a damn about the larger picture. Hell was ruined because of them. All of them. Ruined. And now? he was a target, because of --
He teleported with a silent step forward, the door of Mary Winchester's home crashing open with a crack as Crowley broke it down without touching it.
"Mary," Crowley whispered lightly, his voice cold and entirely inhuman, all of that untapped hellfire and demonic strength that he normally kept so locked away now flowing freely throughout the home.
When: The evening of September 26th, into the early morning hours of the 27th.
Where: The metro, for starters -- and then Mary Winchester's residence.
Summary: Crowley has been slipped a bit of the mystery drug in a little glass vial. And he loses that tenuous grip of self-control on his demon instincts. And promptly decides to kill everyone who isn't worthy. See: everyone.
Warnings: Dead NPCs. Some blood and gore. And Crowley's dignity is murdered horribly.
It took all of one minute to kill the seven people riding the metro with the seemingly calm and nonchalant British man seated in the far corner. Why Crowley had taken the train in the first place, he had no idea -- something dull and uninspiring, he supposed -- but all of that changed a few short minutes after he had popped a tic tac into his mouth.
Suddenly -- and Crowley wasn't even entirely aware it had happened -- a knife was slashing the throat of the young woman just across from him. Her child went next -- and then before anyone else in the train could even scream, their blood splattered against the walls with a vicious snarl, and Crowley stood in the center of it, oddly... inhuman.
They were disgusting. Each of them. All of them. Human beings who tore apart the planet and reaped the rewards and did they pay any attention to the others? No. Of course not. And there Crowley was, with his fingers dug into the most profitable kingdom in the planet, and who had destroyed it all for him?
The Winchesters. That angel. All of their lot who couldn't give a damn about the larger picture. Hell was ruined because of them. All of them. Ruined. And now? he was a target, because of --
He teleported with a silent step forward, the door of Mary Winchester's home crashing open with a crack as Crowley broke it down without touching it.
"Mary," Crowley whispered lightly, his voice cold and entirely inhuman, all of that untapped hellfire and demonic strength that he normally kept so locked away now flowing freely throughout the home.