Locket and Leave It 1/3
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If you're new to this AU, start here: Series Master Post. Warnings for mind control, SPN-level violence, and Lucrezia being horrible.
Summary: Lucrezia Mongfish was a witch. Aaron Sturmvoraus is a drug dealer desperate to bring her back. But although Agatha Clay is already suffering from the effects of Lucrezia's cursed locket, Sammy Winchester and Gil Wulfenbach are determined to help her before it's too late... and "oft evil will shall evil mar."
Locket and Leave It
By San Antonio Rose
THEN
October 1972
Mechanicsburg, Pennsylvania
Lucrezia Mongfish knocked on her parents’ front door before letting herself in. Not seeing anyone in the front rooms of the house, she called, “Mom?”
“Back here, dear,” Mom called from her séance room. Lucrezia made her way back to find Mom sitting in her medium pose, arms spread to the edges of the candle-laden table and eyes closed, but she opened her eyes when Lucrezia knocked on the doorframe. “Is anything wrong, Lucrezia dear?”
“Oh, Bill and I had a fight about something at work,” Lucrezia sighed, set her purse in the hall, and sat down across from Mom. “It’ll blow over, I’m sure. I just need a few days to cool down. Where’s Pop?”
“Paris. Pierre and Demonica needed his help with something.” Mom waved her hand vaguely to indicate that she hadn’t paid attention when Pop had told her why he was going. “But I am glad you’re here. Perhaps you can help me.”
“What’s going on?” Lucrezia asked, reaching across the table to take Mom’s hands.
“That’s just it. I’m not sure. I only know that I sensed... something frightfully important occurring in the spirit world about an hour ago. I’ve been trying to reach out, but so far none of my usual contacts will speak to me.”
“All right, I’ll help if I can.”
Mom squeezed her hands, and they both closed their eyes and opened their minds while Mom chanted her usual conjuration spells. Nothing much happened for a minute or two.
Then a cold gust of wind blew the candles out, and Lucrezia opened her eyes to see a cloud of black smoke pouring into Mom’s mouth. When it finished, Mom sat stiff for a few seconds, head still tipped back, mouth still slack, and eyes blank. But then she closed her mouth in a smirk and brought her head forward, and there was just enough light from the hall that Lucrezia could see that her eyes, pupil and iris both, were sulfur yellow.
“Well, howdy, Lucy-Lu,” said Mom’s voice.
Lucrezia bowed her head-only one being she’d ever encountered had dared to call her that. “My lord Azazel.”
The demon chuckled. “Gettin’ stronger all the time, girl. Marriage suits you,” he added, rubbing Mom’s thumb across the trilobite marriage mark on Lucrezia’s left ring finger, currently hidden under a thick layer of concealer.
“Thank you, my lord. What’s the news?”
Azazel’s smirk grew into a grin. “I got through.”
Lucrezia’s heart leapt. “And?”
“I can’t tell you all of it yet. Even if I could, there’s not much you could do. But I can say this: he wants me to find a very special child.”
“I would be honored-”
“Ah,” he interrupted. “I gotta cast my net wider than that, baby girl. He didn’t give me much detail; I can’t be certain which bloodline’s the right one. And for the ones I choose, there are... preparations I have to make. Capisce?”
“Anything, my lord. Anything. You know my house is always open to you.”
He raised a borrowed eyebrow. “Are you asking for a deal?”
Lucrezia bit her lip. “Well, I... I can’t think of anything I want to make a deal for. Isn’t that how it works, you give me something I couldn’t otherwise obtain now, and I give you whatever you ask for later?”
“Usually. And everything you want is for later, is that it? Giving your first-born for a place in his court?”
“What good are children, anyway? All they do is keep you busy, spend your money, and eat you out of house and home.”
Laughing, Azazel stood and walked around the table so he could sit on the edge beside her. “You know I can’t make any guarantees without a deal, Lucy-Lu,” he noted, caressing her cheek.
She swallowed hard. “I know. But... I mean, I’m offering you a child who’s half mine and half Heterodyne. Surely there’s value in that!”
“Oh, there is. But like I said... no promises.”
“Even if you can’t, I can... prepare her mind on my own. Raise her with the proper expectations.”
“And if something should happen to you?”
“I’ll take precautions.”
“I like your style, girl.” He leaned forward and kissed her forehead. “I’ll be in touch.” And his smoke flowed out of Mom and out the door, leaving Mom reeling and gasping.
Lucrezia immediately got up, helped Mom into a chair, and poured her a glass of water. “How much did you hear?” she asked as she brought Mom the water.
Mom shook her head. “Nothing. Is everything-”
“Oh, it’s fine, Mom,” Lucrezia purred, savoring the prospect of being able to make her union with Bill Sanders-born Bill Heterodyne, grandson of Dynamis-work to her advantage after all. “Everything is fine.”
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If you're new to this AU, start here: Series Master Post. Warnings for mind control, SPN-level violence, and Lucrezia being horrible.
Summary: Lucrezia Mongfish was a witch. Aaron Sturmvoraus is a drug dealer desperate to bring her back. But although Agatha Clay is already suffering from the effects of Lucrezia's cursed locket, Sammy Winchester and Gil Wulfenbach are determined to help her before it's too late... and "oft evil will shall evil mar."
Locket and Leave It
By San Antonio Rose
THEN
October 1972
Mechanicsburg, Pennsylvania
Lucrezia Mongfish knocked on her parents’ front door before letting herself in. Not seeing anyone in the front rooms of the house, she called, “Mom?”
“Back here, dear,” Mom called from her séance room. Lucrezia made her way back to find Mom sitting in her medium pose, arms spread to the edges of the candle-laden table and eyes closed, but she opened her eyes when Lucrezia knocked on the doorframe. “Is anything wrong, Lucrezia dear?”
“Oh, Bill and I had a fight about something at work,” Lucrezia sighed, set her purse in the hall, and sat down across from Mom. “It’ll blow over, I’m sure. I just need a few days to cool down. Where’s Pop?”
“Paris. Pierre and Demonica needed his help with something.” Mom waved her hand vaguely to indicate that she hadn’t paid attention when Pop had told her why he was going. “But I am glad you’re here. Perhaps you can help me.”
“What’s going on?” Lucrezia asked, reaching across the table to take Mom’s hands.
“That’s just it. I’m not sure. I only know that I sensed... something frightfully important occurring in the spirit world about an hour ago. I’ve been trying to reach out, but so far none of my usual contacts will speak to me.”
“All right, I’ll help if I can.”
Mom squeezed her hands, and they both closed their eyes and opened their minds while Mom chanted her usual conjuration spells. Nothing much happened for a minute or two.
Then a cold gust of wind blew the candles out, and Lucrezia opened her eyes to see a cloud of black smoke pouring into Mom’s mouth. When it finished, Mom sat stiff for a few seconds, head still tipped back, mouth still slack, and eyes blank. But then she closed her mouth in a smirk and brought her head forward, and there was just enough light from the hall that Lucrezia could see that her eyes, pupil and iris both, were sulfur yellow.
“Well, howdy, Lucy-Lu,” said Mom’s voice.
Lucrezia bowed her head-only one being she’d ever encountered had dared to call her that. “My lord Azazel.”
The demon chuckled. “Gettin’ stronger all the time, girl. Marriage suits you,” he added, rubbing Mom’s thumb across the trilobite marriage mark on Lucrezia’s left ring finger, currently hidden under a thick layer of concealer.
“Thank you, my lord. What’s the news?”
Azazel’s smirk grew into a grin. “I got through.”
Lucrezia’s heart leapt. “And?”
“I can’t tell you all of it yet. Even if I could, there’s not much you could do. But I can say this: he wants me to find a very special child.”
“I would be honored-”
“Ah,” he interrupted. “I gotta cast my net wider than that, baby girl. He didn’t give me much detail; I can’t be certain which bloodline’s the right one. And for the ones I choose, there are... preparations I have to make. Capisce?”
“Anything, my lord. Anything. You know my house is always open to you.”
He raised a borrowed eyebrow. “Are you asking for a deal?”
Lucrezia bit her lip. “Well, I... I can’t think of anything I want to make a deal for. Isn’t that how it works, you give me something I couldn’t otherwise obtain now, and I give you whatever you ask for later?”
“Usually. And everything you want is for later, is that it? Giving your first-born for a place in his court?”
“What good are children, anyway? All they do is keep you busy, spend your money, and eat you out of house and home.”
Laughing, Azazel stood and walked around the table so he could sit on the edge beside her. “You know I can’t make any guarantees without a deal, Lucy-Lu,” he noted, caressing her cheek.
She swallowed hard. “I know. But... I mean, I’m offering you a child who’s half mine and half Heterodyne. Surely there’s value in that!”
“Oh, there is. But like I said... no promises.”
“Even if you can’t, I can... prepare her mind on my own. Raise her with the proper expectations.”
“And if something should happen to you?”
“I’ll take precautions.”
“I like your style, girl.” He leaned forward and kissed her forehead. “I’ll be in touch.” And his smoke flowed out of Mom and out the door, leaving Mom reeling and gasping.
Lucrezia immediately got up, helped Mom into a chair, and poured her a glass of water. “How much did you hear?” she asked as she brought Mom the water.
Mom shook her head. “Nothing. Is everything-”
“Oh, it’s fine, Mom,” Lucrezia purred, savoring the prospect of being able to make her union with Bill Sanders-born Bill Heterodyne, grandson of Dynamis-work to her advantage after all. “Everything is fine.”
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