Fic: This is the way the world ends (SPN, PG-13)
Title: This is the way the world ends
Author: onehoureternity
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing/Characters: Lucifer, Dean, Michael
Rating: Let’s say PG-13
Word Count: 969
Spoilers: None
Author’s Notes/Disclaimer: This’ll make a lot more sense if you read that which no man foretold by tigriswolf first. She was kind enough to let me expand on the idea, and I’m very grateful.
This is probably the darkest thing I’ve written in a while. I kind of liked going in this direction, and getting back into writing Supernatural. Tell me what you think! Title is from T.S. Eliot's The Hollow Men, and this also fits '19. Broken' for spn_25
Comments are love!
This is the way the world ends
Not with a bang but a whimper
Actually, that’s not true. The world ended in fire and blood, Lucifer leading the charge in Dean’s body against Michael and the Heavenly host. Lucifer and his demons held off the angels’ attack, but they couldn’t gain any ground, there were just too many of them.
I take it things are not exactly going as planned? Dean asked inside his own head. Which yes, was exactly as weird as it sounds.
"Temporary setback" Lucifer said, wiping bloods and feathers off of his sword. “They can’t hold us off forever and they know it. The fighting will begin in earnest tomorrow. Everything will be decided then.”
This is some kind of epic, prophecy coming to pass thing, isn’t it?
Lucifer chuckled. "Pretty much. Don’t worry, it will all be over soon."
I’m not worried. I won’t be around to see it, so I really could care less.
“Don’t worry, Dean. I’ll keep my end of the bargain,” Lightbringer replied. "Let’s just focus on getting through the battle ahead."
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Dawn came almost reluctantly, as if the sun didn’t want to rise over a world as broken as this. But eventually the day came, as it always must, and Lucifer and Michael met to do battle.
If there had been any witnesses, the only way they could’ve described it would’ve been a whirling vortex of light, punctuated with screaming, the clashing of weapons, and the fluttering of wings. The screams of the dying and the shouting of orders accented this horrible symphony, though cacophony might’ve been a better term. Everywhere, angelic and demonic vessels lay bleeding and dying, their possessors having long since been dispatched.
At the center of the light cyclone, Lucifer and Michael were locked in combat, each of them striking to kill. But it needs to be said that neither of them did this gladly. They did it because they thought they must.
Michael swung the great sword of Heaven, and Lucifer dodged it narrowly. He whirled around, his own sword flashing in the sunlight, trying for a kill stroke.
My brother was killed with that sword! Dean shouted internally. You take the angelic dickhead out!
"That’s the plan!" Lucifer shouted back, slashing Michael’s leg from knee to thigh.
Slowly, as the sun rose higher in the sky, Lucifer and his demons beat Michael and the angels back. The number of angels dwindled slowly, enough for the demons to press their advantage. They attacked more savagely, with even less thoughts for their vessels. They died in huge numbers, but Heaven’s losses were greater. And that was the point, after all.
Are we winning? Dean asked grimly.
"Looks that way" Lucifer replied, wielding his sword in a two-handed stroke and hacking Michael’s arm.
The Archangel hissed in pain, clamping a hand over the wound to try and stop the bleeding.
The second of distraction was all Lucifer needed. He tackled Michael, sending both of them crashing to the ground. He brought his sword around, the tip resting on Michael’s throat. “We’ve been waiting a long time for this,” Lucifer said quietly.
Michael’s eyes narrowed in distaste. "Idiot boy. I don’t know what I ever saw in him."
Lucifer laughed unpleasantly. "You saw your chosen vessel, the weapon with which you’d shape the world in you and your Father’s image. Provided he said yes, of course. I do love free will, don’t you?"
He shifted his weight to make himself more comfortable and continued. "And you realize, of course, killing Sam was the worst possible thing you could’ve done. You robbed me of my vessel, and took away Dean’s will to fight. Scratch that, Dean’s will to care."
Kill the son of a bitch! Dean hissed. Kill him for Sammy, for me, for all the misery he caused us.
"It’ll be my pleasure" Lucifer said.
It has to be said of Michael, he faced death bravely. "I wish you the joy of this world, brother" he spat.
"Thank you" Lucifer said, almost cheerfully.
Then he plunged the sword into Michael’s heart.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
The light could be seen six states away, the shock wave was felt as far as four states.
And, in that indefinable way humanity has, they knew things would never be the same again. They felt the world tilt on its axis, they felt a shift in balance of good and evil. A shiver ran down their collective spines, and they braced themselves.
But how do you brace yourself for hell on Earth?
In the middle of nowhere (a.k.a. the New Mexico desert), the angel once called Lightbringer surveyed the carnage of battle. "They were my brothers, my friends, once. Such a waste."
Serves ‘em right Dean said bitterly.
Lucifer sighed. "I suppose. It’s still a waste." Then he clapped his hands and said, "And so, Dean Winchester, we’ve come to the end of our bargain. I have the Earth, and Heaven is defeated. God is dead, Michael is dead, it’s all but done."
Wait, God’s really dead? I thought Raphael was just screwing with us.
"No, He’s really dead, Dean. Do you think this would’ve happened, do you think I could’ve broken out of Hell, if he was still around?"
I don’t know, and I really don’t care. Angel politics are none of my business. Now, you promised. Let me die.
"Of course. Thank you, Dean. I couldn’t have done it without you."
My pleasure. I guess we both got what we wanted.
"Quite. Hold tight now." Lucifer vacated Dean’s body in a cascade of white light, sending Dean reeling.
He picked himself up, in time to see said light heading straight for him. It didn’t scare him at all, oddly enough. He simply closed his eyes and smiled slightly.
"I’m coming, Sammy…"
Author: onehoureternity
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing/Characters: Lucifer, Dean, Michael
Rating: Let’s say PG-13
Word Count: 969
Spoilers: None
Author’s Notes/Disclaimer: This’ll make a lot more sense if you read that which no man foretold by tigriswolf first. She was kind enough to let me expand on the idea, and I’m very grateful.
This is probably the darkest thing I’ve written in a while. I kind of liked going in this direction, and getting back into writing Supernatural. Tell me what you think! Title is from T.S. Eliot's The Hollow Men, and this also fits '19. Broken' for spn_25
Comments are love!
This is the way the world ends
Not with a bang but a whimper
Actually, that’s not true. The world ended in fire and blood, Lucifer leading the charge in Dean’s body against Michael and the Heavenly host. Lucifer and his demons held off the angels’ attack, but they couldn’t gain any ground, there were just too many of them.
I take it things are not exactly going as planned? Dean asked inside his own head. Which yes, was exactly as weird as it sounds.
"Temporary setback" Lucifer said, wiping bloods and feathers off of his sword. “They can’t hold us off forever and they know it. The fighting will begin in earnest tomorrow. Everything will be decided then.”
This is some kind of epic, prophecy coming to pass thing, isn’t it?
Lucifer chuckled. "Pretty much. Don’t worry, it will all be over soon."
I’m not worried. I won’t be around to see it, so I really could care less.
“Don’t worry, Dean. I’ll keep my end of the bargain,” Lightbringer replied. "Let’s just focus on getting through the battle ahead."
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Dawn came almost reluctantly, as if the sun didn’t want to rise over a world as broken as this. But eventually the day came, as it always must, and Lucifer and Michael met to do battle.
If there had been any witnesses, the only way they could’ve described it would’ve been a whirling vortex of light, punctuated with screaming, the clashing of weapons, and the fluttering of wings. The screams of the dying and the shouting of orders accented this horrible symphony, though cacophony might’ve been a better term. Everywhere, angelic and demonic vessels lay bleeding and dying, their possessors having long since been dispatched.
At the center of the light cyclone, Lucifer and Michael were locked in combat, each of them striking to kill. But it needs to be said that neither of them did this gladly. They did it because they thought they must.
Michael swung the great sword of Heaven, and Lucifer dodged it narrowly. He whirled around, his own sword flashing in the sunlight, trying for a kill stroke.
My brother was killed with that sword! Dean shouted internally. You take the angelic dickhead out!
"That’s the plan!" Lucifer shouted back, slashing Michael’s leg from knee to thigh.
Slowly, as the sun rose higher in the sky, Lucifer and his demons beat Michael and the angels back. The number of angels dwindled slowly, enough for the demons to press their advantage. They attacked more savagely, with even less thoughts for their vessels. They died in huge numbers, but Heaven’s losses were greater. And that was the point, after all.
Are we winning? Dean asked grimly.
"Looks that way" Lucifer replied, wielding his sword in a two-handed stroke and hacking Michael’s arm.
The Archangel hissed in pain, clamping a hand over the wound to try and stop the bleeding.
The second of distraction was all Lucifer needed. He tackled Michael, sending both of them crashing to the ground. He brought his sword around, the tip resting on Michael’s throat. “We’ve been waiting a long time for this,” Lucifer said quietly.
Michael’s eyes narrowed in distaste. "Idiot boy. I don’t know what I ever saw in him."
Lucifer laughed unpleasantly. "You saw your chosen vessel, the weapon with which you’d shape the world in you and your Father’s image. Provided he said yes, of course. I do love free will, don’t you?"
He shifted his weight to make himself more comfortable and continued. "And you realize, of course, killing Sam was the worst possible thing you could’ve done. You robbed me of my vessel, and took away Dean’s will to fight. Scratch that, Dean’s will to care."
Kill the son of a bitch! Dean hissed. Kill him for Sammy, for me, for all the misery he caused us.
"It’ll be my pleasure" Lucifer said.
It has to be said of Michael, he faced death bravely. "I wish you the joy of this world, brother" he spat.
"Thank you" Lucifer said, almost cheerfully.
Then he plunged the sword into Michael’s heart.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
The light could be seen six states away, the shock wave was felt as far as four states.
And, in that indefinable way humanity has, they knew things would never be the same again. They felt the world tilt on its axis, they felt a shift in balance of good and evil. A shiver ran down their collective spines, and they braced themselves.
But how do you brace yourself for hell on Earth?
In the middle of nowhere (a.k.a. the New Mexico desert), the angel once called Lightbringer surveyed the carnage of battle. "They were my brothers, my friends, once. Such a waste."
Serves ‘em right Dean said bitterly.
Lucifer sighed. "I suppose. It’s still a waste." Then he clapped his hands and said, "And so, Dean Winchester, we’ve come to the end of our bargain. I have the Earth, and Heaven is defeated. God is dead, Michael is dead, it’s all but done."
Wait, God’s really dead? I thought Raphael was just screwing with us.
"No, He’s really dead, Dean. Do you think this would’ve happened, do you think I could’ve broken out of Hell, if he was still around?"
I don’t know, and I really don’t care. Angel politics are none of my business. Now, you promised. Let me die.
"Of course. Thank you, Dean. I couldn’t have done it without you."
My pleasure. I guess we both got what we wanted.
"Quite. Hold tight now." Lucifer vacated Dean’s body in a cascade of white light, sending Dean reeling.
He picked himself up, in time to see said light heading straight for him. It didn’t scare him at all, oddly enough. He simply closed his eyes and smiled slightly.
"I’m coming, Sammy…"