Triptych - Lilith, Dean/Sam/Ruby - [1/1] or Prologue?
Title: Triptych (Of Pain)
Author: force-oblique
Rating: G
Disclaimer: I don't own anything! :P
Characters/Pairings: Lilith, Dean/Sam/Ruby (This part Lilith POV)
Spoilers/Warnings: Mostly 3x16
Word Count: This part 1480, but I will probably have a few more parts to come XD
Summary: I look at the beautiful mess I've done. Three people broken, shuttered. All Three of them are in pain. Or they will be soon... My own personal Triptych of Pain...
Author's Notes:It's a take on the last scenes of 3x16. I would like to explore the possibilities after that...and my are they infinite... lol
~ English is not my native language so excuse any crappiness and/or mistakes!
Dedication: This fic is dedicated to:
[1]bobbinrob who was too kind to me..XD
[2]ellie-fo-20 because she surprised me =]
[3]dana-serenity because I feel like I have neglected you lately! I am so sorry sweetie!!
Crossposted at: daysofthereaper,moon-hunters,wincest-free,sn-fic,spn-fanfic,spooky-fiction,supernaturalfic
Triptych (Of Pain)
Lilith
I never knew it would be so satisfying.
Of course, I was planning everything all along but I couldn’t really be sure.
There were too many things that could go wrong or right, depending on how you looked at it. Too many things -regrettably- out of my control.
Luck, providence, free will are only a few.
I never understood what was so special about free will. I mean what is so special about being free to choose and act?
Act to do what?
Does it mean you have no purpose, no goal? Because you need to have something driving you, guiding you.
For me that driving force is hatred, evil if you need to be word-specific.
But does hatred rule me? Am I a slave to it? To that superb lust for power?
I rather think that I rule it, I control it, I bend it to my wishes and make up the rules as I go, if indeed there’s need for any rules….
As for them… Well, it’s as obvious as it is pathetic.
What drives them Is good, love if you may.
That deluded sense of belonging, of righteousness.
I can see light emanating from them, even from her and it sickens me.
Sometimes it only flickers like a candle in the dark, in the wind…but sometimes it’s blinding - even to me- and both God and Hell know how many of these lights I have caused to die out.
And here I am now of my own free will, taking my time as I tear one more family apart.
People are weak, they’re so fragile. Breakable.
And sometimes you don’t even have to break them.
They do it themselves... On themselves…
It’s quite glorious and touching actually. It saves me the trouble.
~ * ~ *
Sam hesitated. He always does.
When he sees the sweet, innocent angel face of the little girl, he wavers longs enough for me to leave. Release her body.
It would be so enjoyable to watch him kill an innocent as pure as that girl and see the remorse and despair in his face but Dean as always had to spoil my fun.
I’ll have him soon enough.
I look at her. Ruby.
Her pretty traitorous face tightened in anxiety.
Her blond locks swaying as she looks around the room.
There’s darkness residing in her but there’s a flicker in there too and it’s growing stronger…unwillingly perhaps, unknowingly.
Her body, her posture. Such self-assurance yet she doesn’t know what hit her.
When I enter her body and ostracize her essence, she knows it’s too late.
I’m too strong for her. I know it, she knows it, that’s why she turned to Sam in the first place.
They don’t know it’s me when I talk to them.
They see Ruby’s face, they hear Ruby’s voice.
They’ve grown to accept her and like her even though they won’t admit it.
It’s her steady voice when I ask Sam to hand me the knife.
He looks into her eyes but cannot detect me.
He’s too gullible, too predictable.
It’s almost a shame I wasted so much time on him, obsessing over him and his alleged powers.
But Deans intervenes as usual.
He can see through my current mask.
Oh, it’s just as well.
I almost knock them out and keep them down.
The hell hound is already scratching on the door and I want to bring my sweet in but not just yet.
I turn to Sam, his eyes widened, he looks at me enraged, disgusted.
Too bad.
I would have liked him by my side or under me.
When I kiss him, his lips are soft, almost inviting..
I feel his breath against my cheek, his heartbeat rises and I realize that it is truly happening.
Too fast, too easy.. Who would have guessed?
I open the door and let the hell hound in.
Dean should have known better than to challenge me or mock me.
Now I just stand back and enjoy…
Dean
All spread out on the table, dizzy from the impact, helpless and weakened it is as if I am offering him on a silver platter.
It couldn’t get any easier than this.
His fear is making him weaker, it makes panic spread through his veins like venom but unfortunately for him it’s not something that can keep him alive.
His heart is hammering inside his chest, a chest my hell hound will have no problem ripping open.
I watch speechless, my mouth gets dry.
I don’t know if I have ever seen a “descent” more magnificent.
The hound is all over him and soon his body will be nothing more than a bloody mass.
It drags him down, its claws ripping through his clothing and skin as if they were butter.
And in a way it is.
New blood, new meat is always more tender, more delightful to mar and scar and maim. Blood is gushing out of him from more places than I can count.
His screams and moans, music to my ears.
I can feel his dying wishes, his faint hopes that he now knows are in vain because no one can save him from this.
No one can save you from Hell once it places its claim on you.
And Dean Winchester has been branded long ago.
Just like his father.
The light has almost faded from his eyes and all color has drained from his face as I turn to look at the child-prodigy, Sam.
Sam
He doesn’t look so scary as he just stands there defeated with his back against the wall, literally and metaphorically.
He just looks like any other boy his age. Or maybe I should say young man.
I barely give a damn.
All those tears covering his face. I bet they are sweet and salty.
I almost want to lick them, knowing their taste would last me for eternity.
His despair is amazing.
Even though it hurts, he can’t tear his eyes off of Dean and his agony.
If I look closely enough I know that inside Sam’s eyes, I will see Dean’s blood mirrored as if Sam were bleeding from the inside too.
I know his soul is weeping for the loss of his brother, but he is defeated.
I won.
Dean’s soul is mine and now I can have Sam’s power too.
Revenge is great.
They both have killed a lot of my kind, even some of my followers.
It’s only payback and it’s a bitch, like me.
I’m more of a bitch than Ruby ever was or ever could be.
But now she is far far away.
Ruby
Even from that far though, I can sense her.
In a way she is still around.
Her concern for them has formed a bond among them.
She is linked to them more than all three of them can realize but it’s too late for her to save them.
Not that she ever had a chance.
It feels like she is watching even from the dark hole I sent her.
It feels as if she’s watching and Dean’s cries alone with Sam’s pleadings for me to stop, have reached her.
In her heart she is wailing and it makes me uncomfortable.
There’s some part of her that holds hope still.
I twitch.
She hasn’t given me complete control of her body but I still manage to draw on my strength and hit Sam.
I concentrate; my ghost-white eyes giving way to the blackness within me, but it seems I was wrong.
Maybe Ruby did have time to teach Sam after all…
He would even stab Ruby’s body knowing she couldn’t come back, if I hadn’t emerged.
It’s stunning really how ruthless he can be, but not sufficiently impressive to hold me there.
If he thinks I will just let him sent me back, he is mistaken.
So I exit, I release Ruby’s body and he marvels at how much darkness her body could contain.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
So, that’s it.
This round is over but there are a lot more to come.
If he thinks he can come after me alone, let him try…
I’m all up for a game. I think I’ve proven that more than once.
Before I truly leave, I glance at them.
Three broken existences.
One is dead, one is exiled and Sam is just not Sam anymore.
There’s a part of him that died along with Dean.
And perhaps it’s the good part, so that will make my job a lot easier.
But even if it isn’t, he is changed forever now and that sets new rules.
I cannot wait to find out. Soon, really soon …
But till then, I just look back at the beautiful mess I’ve done.
Three people, tree champions of good -Ruby despite herself- destroyed, altered, shuttered.
They are already in pain, in torment or they will be soon…
All three of them…
My own personal triptych of pain…
~ Fin or TBC? (your choice) ~
ON TO PART TWO - Click
~*:Hope you liked it and if you lasted reading this far...please comment! XD
Other SPN fiction:
1)This Is How You Fall - A Ruby Fic - [1]
2)A Shell - Running On Hope - A Ruby/Dean fic - [1]
3)The Other Side - A Ruby Fic - [1]
Author: force-oblique
Rating: G
Disclaimer: I don't own anything! :P
Characters/Pairings: Lilith, Dean/Sam/Ruby (This part Lilith POV)
Spoilers/Warnings: Mostly 3x16
Word Count: This part 1480, but I will probably have a few more parts to come XD
Summary: I look at the beautiful mess I've done. Three people broken, shuttered. All Three of them are in pain. Or they will be soon... My own personal Triptych of Pain...
Author's Notes:It's a take on the last scenes of 3x16. I would like to explore the possibilities after that...and my are they infinite... lol
~ English is not my native language so excuse any crappiness and/or mistakes!
Dedication: This fic is dedicated to:
[1]bobbinrob who was too kind to me..XD
[2]ellie-fo-20 because she surprised me =]
[3]dana-serenity because I feel like I have neglected you lately! I am so sorry sweetie!!
Crossposted at: daysofthereaper,moon-hunters,wincest-free,sn-fic,spn-fanfic,spooky-fiction,supernaturalfic
Triptych (Of Pain)
Lilith
I never knew it would be so satisfying.
Of course, I was planning everything all along but I couldn’t really be sure.
There were too many things that could go wrong or right, depending on how you looked at it. Too many things -regrettably- out of my control.
Luck, providence, free will are only a few.
I never understood what was so special about free will. I mean what is so special about being free to choose and act?
Act to do what?
Does it mean you have no purpose, no goal? Because you need to have something driving you, guiding you.
For me that driving force is hatred, evil if you need to be word-specific.
But does hatred rule me? Am I a slave to it? To that superb lust for power?
I rather think that I rule it, I control it, I bend it to my wishes and make up the rules as I go, if indeed there’s need for any rules….
As for them… Well, it’s as obvious as it is pathetic.
What drives them Is good, love if you may.
That deluded sense of belonging, of righteousness.
I can see light emanating from them, even from her and it sickens me.
Sometimes it only flickers like a candle in the dark, in the wind…but sometimes it’s blinding - even to me- and both God and Hell know how many of these lights I have caused to die out.
And here I am now of my own free will, taking my time as I tear one more family apart.
People are weak, they’re so fragile. Breakable.
And sometimes you don’t even have to break them.
They do it themselves... On themselves…
It’s quite glorious and touching actually. It saves me the trouble.
~ * ~ *
Sam hesitated. He always does.
When he sees the sweet, innocent angel face of the little girl, he wavers longs enough for me to leave. Release her body.
It would be so enjoyable to watch him kill an innocent as pure as that girl and see the remorse and despair in his face but Dean as always had to spoil my fun.
I’ll have him soon enough.
I look at her. Ruby.
Her pretty traitorous face tightened in anxiety.
Her blond locks swaying as she looks around the room.
There’s darkness residing in her but there’s a flicker in there too and it’s growing stronger…unwillingly perhaps, unknowingly.
Her body, her posture. Such self-assurance yet she doesn’t know what hit her.
When I enter her body and ostracize her essence, she knows it’s too late.
I’m too strong for her. I know it, she knows it, that’s why she turned to Sam in the first place.
They don’t know it’s me when I talk to them.
They see Ruby’s face, they hear Ruby’s voice.
They’ve grown to accept her and like her even though they won’t admit it.
It’s her steady voice when I ask Sam to hand me the knife.
He looks into her eyes but cannot detect me.
He’s too gullible, too predictable.
It’s almost a shame I wasted so much time on him, obsessing over him and his alleged powers.
But Deans intervenes as usual.
He can see through my current mask.
Oh, it’s just as well.
I almost knock them out and keep them down.
The hell hound is already scratching on the door and I want to bring my sweet in but not just yet.
I turn to Sam, his eyes widened, he looks at me enraged, disgusted.
Too bad.
I would have liked him by my side or under me.
When I kiss him, his lips are soft, almost inviting..
I feel his breath against my cheek, his heartbeat rises and I realize that it is truly happening.
Too fast, too easy.. Who would have guessed?
I open the door and let the hell hound in.
Dean should have known better than to challenge me or mock me.
Now I just stand back and enjoy…
Dean
All spread out on the table, dizzy from the impact, helpless and weakened it is as if I am offering him on a silver platter.
It couldn’t get any easier than this.
His fear is making him weaker, it makes panic spread through his veins like venom but unfortunately for him it’s not something that can keep him alive.
His heart is hammering inside his chest, a chest my hell hound will have no problem ripping open.
I watch speechless, my mouth gets dry.
I don’t know if I have ever seen a “descent” more magnificent.
The hound is all over him and soon his body will be nothing more than a bloody mass.
It drags him down, its claws ripping through his clothing and skin as if they were butter.
And in a way it is.
New blood, new meat is always more tender, more delightful to mar and scar and maim. Blood is gushing out of him from more places than I can count.
His screams and moans, music to my ears.
I can feel his dying wishes, his faint hopes that he now knows are in vain because no one can save him from this.
No one can save you from Hell once it places its claim on you.
And Dean Winchester has been branded long ago.
Just like his father.
The light has almost faded from his eyes and all color has drained from his face as I turn to look at the child-prodigy, Sam.
Sam
He doesn’t look so scary as he just stands there defeated with his back against the wall, literally and metaphorically.
He just looks like any other boy his age. Or maybe I should say young man.
I barely give a damn.
All those tears covering his face. I bet they are sweet and salty.
I almost want to lick them, knowing their taste would last me for eternity.
His despair is amazing.
Even though it hurts, he can’t tear his eyes off of Dean and his agony.
If I look closely enough I know that inside Sam’s eyes, I will see Dean’s blood mirrored as if Sam were bleeding from the inside too.
I know his soul is weeping for the loss of his brother, but he is defeated.
I won.
Dean’s soul is mine and now I can have Sam’s power too.
Revenge is great.
They both have killed a lot of my kind, even some of my followers.
It’s only payback and it’s a bitch, like me.
I’m more of a bitch than Ruby ever was or ever could be.
But now she is far far away.
Ruby
Even from that far though, I can sense her.
In a way she is still around.
Her concern for them has formed a bond among them.
She is linked to them more than all three of them can realize but it’s too late for her to save them.
Not that she ever had a chance.
It feels like she is watching even from the dark hole I sent her.
It feels as if she’s watching and Dean’s cries alone with Sam’s pleadings for me to stop, have reached her.
In her heart she is wailing and it makes me uncomfortable.
There’s some part of her that holds hope still.
I twitch.
She hasn’t given me complete control of her body but I still manage to draw on my strength and hit Sam.
I concentrate; my ghost-white eyes giving way to the blackness within me, but it seems I was wrong.
Maybe Ruby did have time to teach Sam after all…
He would even stab Ruby’s body knowing she couldn’t come back, if I hadn’t emerged.
It’s stunning really how ruthless he can be, but not sufficiently impressive to hold me there.
If he thinks I will just let him sent me back, he is mistaken.
So I exit, I release Ruby’s body and he marvels at how much darkness her body could contain.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
So, that’s it.
This round is over but there are a lot more to come.
If he thinks he can come after me alone, let him try…
I’m all up for a game. I think I’ve proven that more than once.
Before I truly leave, I glance at them.
Three broken existences.
One is dead, one is exiled and Sam is just not Sam anymore.
There’s a part of him that died along with Dean.
And perhaps it’s the good part, so that will make my job a lot easier.
But even if it isn’t, he is changed forever now and that sets new rules.
I cannot wait to find out. Soon, really soon …
But till then, I just look back at the beautiful mess I’ve done.
Three people, tree champions of good -Ruby despite herself- destroyed, altered, shuttered.
They are already in pain, in torment or they will be soon…
All three of them…
My own personal triptych of pain…
~ Fin or TBC? (your choice) ~
ON TO PART TWO - Click
~*:Hope you liked it and if you lasted reading this far...please comment! XD
Other SPN fiction:
1)This Is How You Fall - A Ruby Fic - [1]
2)A Shell - Running On Hope - A Ruby/Dean fic - [1]
3)The Other Side - A Ruby Fic - [1]