I'm a rolling thunder, a pouring rain
I'm comin' on like a hurricane
My lightning's flashing across the sky
You're only young but you're gonna die
I won't take no prisoners, won't spare no lives
Nobody's putting up a fight
I got my bell, I'm gonna take you to hell.
(Lyrics from "Hell's Bells" by AC/DC.)
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"Next on the agenda?" asked the darkly handsome demon who was sitting at the head of the meeting table, one hand curled around a steaming cup of hot coffee, while the other reached for a glazed doughnut.
"Winchester,? a female with short, dark hair replied, checking off the last item on the meeting agenda that lay on the table before her. She was pretty, if not for the cold, hard glare of inhuman eyes.
"Which one?" another male inquired, arching a curious brow.
"Which do you think?" the female retorted, impatiently. "Sam is Lucifer's problem now."
"Meg took care of Dean,? the other pointed out. ?She sent his pretty little ass to Rhydin. He?s no threat to us there."
"You really need to keep up, Belial,? the female rebuked, turning to face the other, regarding him coolly. ?Didn?t you get the memo? There are two Deans now ? one on Earth and one on Rhydin.?
Belial scowled, eyes flashing with barely concealed annoyance. "Dean is old news, Eisheth. Lucifer has things well under control."
"The hell he does, pardon the pun,? the demoness retorted. ?He may be running the show on Earth, but Rhydin is a different story. It?s out of his jurisdiction and, frankly, a little out of his league."
"Blasphemy!? exclaimed the other. ?His spies are everywhere. You?d better hope for your sake they?re not listening."
The female shrugged, unruffled. "He?s got his hands full. Every demon in Hell is gunning for Dean Winchester before Michael can get his hands on him, and Lucifer won't let us touch him. Why?"
The other considered a moment before answering. "He?s waiting for Michael to take possession of Dean, so he can kill two birds with one stone.?
The demon at the head of the table shook his head, fingers steepled thoughtfully beneath a chiseled chin. ?Dean is Sam?s Achilles? Heel.?
Belial considered a moment, then nodded his head in agreement. ?He wants to use Dean to get to Sam.?
"Correct,? Eiseth replied, ?but our enemies aren?t stupid. They split Dean?s soul in two. They?ve got a backup plan. If one Dean doesn?t fit the bill, perhaps the other will."
"What are you proposing we do about it?" Belial asked. ?Exterminate the double?? he added, with a scornful snicker.
The demoness narrowed her eyes at the other. ?I hold the contract on Dean Winchester?s soul. His fate is in my hands and no other?s. It is my right.?
Belial scoffed. ?Lilith is dead. The contract is null and void. It?s open season on Winchester. He?s wanted dead or alive."
?That is where you are wrong, Belial," she continued. "I inherited the contract when my sister was killed. Dean served forty years in hell, but the contract is for eternity, and I intend to see it fulfilled. Lucifer can have his Dean. I alone lay claim to the other.?
"And just how do you intend to capture him?" he inquired, skeptically.
The demoness leaned forward, a devious grin spreading across her face, eyes flashing with malice as they bled to white. "Oh, ye of little faith. I have my ways. You can either help me and reap the rewards when I bring him in, or you can grovel and hope things go according to Lucifer's plan.?
Her white-eyed gaze slid to the dark-haired demon at the head of the table. ?What do you say, Samael? Are you going to be Lucifer?s bitch or do you have a will of your own??
The demon clenched his jaw in mild irritation. ?I am not my brother?s keeper any more than you were your sister?s, Eisheth. You have my leave to do whatever you wish.?
She nodded her head reverently and respectfully at her Master and smiling, turned back to the other. ?And you, Belial? Are you with me or against me??
Belial considered a moment once again. He, like most demons, had his own agenda and goals, which were known only to him, but for now, he was willing to go along with her little game. If nothing else, it might prove an amusing distraction from the day-to-day tedium of eternal damnation.
He nodded his head in agreement and Eisheth smiled broadly, obviously pleased. So far, everything was going according to plan. If she had her way, it was only a matter of time before Dean Winchester?s soul belonged to her forever, and be damned anyone who stood in her way.
I'm comin' on like a hurricane
My lightning's flashing across the sky
You're only young but you're gonna die
I won't take no prisoners, won't spare no lives
Nobody's putting up a fight
I got my bell, I'm gonna take you to hell.
(Lyrics from "Hell's Bells" by AC/DC.)
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"Next on the agenda?" asked the darkly handsome demon who was sitting at the head of the meeting table, one hand curled around a steaming cup of hot coffee, while the other reached for a glazed doughnut.
"Winchester,? a female with short, dark hair replied, checking off the last item on the meeting agenda that lay on the table before her. She was pretty, if not for the cold, hard glare of inhuman eyes.
"Which one?" another male inquired, arching a curious brow.
"Which do you think?" the female retorted, impatiently. "Sam is Lucifer's problem now."
"Meg took care of Dean,? the other pointed out. ?She sent his pretty little ass to Rhydin. He?s no threat to us there."
"You really need to keep up, Belial,? the female rebuked, turning to face the other, regarding him coolly. ?Didn?t you get the memo? There are two Deans now ? one on Earth and one on Rhydin.?
Belial scowled, eyes flashing with barely concealed annoyance. "Dean is old news, Eisheth. Lucifer has things well under control."
"The hell he does, pardon the pun,? the demoness retorted. ?He may be running the show on Earth, but Rhydin is a different story. It?s out of his jurisdiction and, frankly, a little out of his league."
"Blasphemy!? exclaimed the other. ?His spies are everywhere. You?d better hope for your sake they?re not listening."
The female shrugged, unruffled. "He?s got his hands full. Every demon in Hell is gunning for Dean Winchester before Michael can get his hands on him, and Lucifer won't let us touch him. Why?"
The other considered a moment before answering. "He?s waiting for Michael to take possession of Dean, so he can kill two birds with one stone.?
The demon at the head of the table shook his head, fingers steepled thoughtfully beneath a chiseled chin. ?Dean is Sam?s Achilles? Heel.?
Belial considered a moment, then nodded his head in agreement. ?He wants to use Dean to get to Sam.?
"Correct,? Eiseth replied, ?but our enemies aren?t stupid. They split Dean?s soul in two. They?ve got a backup plan. If one Dean doesn?t fit the bill, perhaps the other will."
"What are you proposing we do about it?" Belial asked. ?Exterminate the double?? he added, with a scornful snicker.
The demoness narrowed her eyes at the other. ?I hold the contract on Dean Winchester?s soul. His fate is in my hands and no other?s. It is my right.?
Belial scoffed. ?Lilith is dead. The contract is null and void. It?s open season on Winchester. He?s wanted dead or alive."
?That is where you are wrong, Belial," she continued. "I inherited the contract when my sister was killed. Dean served forty years in hell, but the contract is for eternity, and I intend to see it fulfilled. Lucifer can have his Dean. I alone lay claim to the other.?
"And just how do you intend to capture him?" he inquired, skeptically.
The demoness leaned forward, a devious grin spreading across her face, eyes flashing with malice as they bled to white. "Oh, ye of little faith. I have my ways. You can either help me and reap the rewards when I bring him in, or you can grovel and hope things go according to Lucifer's plan.?
Her white-eyed gaze slid to the dark-haired demon at the head of the table. ?What do you say, Samael? Are you going to be Lucifer?s bitch or do you have a will of your own??
The demon clenched his jaw in mild irritation. ?I am not my brother?s keeper any more than you were your sister?s, Eisheth. You have my leave to do whatever you wish.?
She nodded her head reverently and respectfully at her Master and smiling, turned back to the other. ?And you, Belial? Are you with me or against me??
Belial considered a moment once again. He, like most demons, had his own agenda and goals, which were known only to him, but for now, he was willing to go along with her little game. If nothing else, it might prove an amusing distraction from the day-to-day tedium of eternal damnation.
He nodded his head in agreement and Eisheth smiled broadly, obviously pleased. So far, everything was going according to plan. If she had her way, it was only a matter of time before Dean Winchester?s soul belonged to her forever, and be damned anyone who stood in her way.