Jaded: SPN Fan Fiction

My Way

Six months, two days, four hours. That is how long it had been since my world ended. Yeah, this part of the story won't be told from the point of some spectator, I will be taking the wheel. Let me make this very clear, the love shared between Lucifer and I, it was like nothing I ever thought could exist. He loved me, instantly, without hesitation. I wasn't instant, but damn it, I don't think I could have felt more in love than I did every time he looked at me. You don't experience that, lose it, and continue on like it was never there. The rest of the world kept on spinning. The kids wanted nothing to do with me, I made my choice. Given the same choice, I would make the same call. I would always bind to him; I would always be by his side. Always by his side. Not for six months, two days and four hours.

When I appeared on that throne months ago, I was alone, but only for a few moments. Belphegor soon found me, and he knew what happened. I have never appreciated that demon the way I should, but in that moment, there was nothing in my world, just emptiness. Belphegor had pushed me to take the throne of Hell immediately after Lucifer's demise and I sat unchallenged. Michael had his way, but I would never stand by his side. He would never have me.

I had locked myself in my chamber, it was a daily ritual to break up the monotony of sitting on the throne watching the demons putter. I turned on the jukebox and played Skeeter Davis for the thousandth time. I poured another glass of whiskey and lit a cigarette before collapsing in a red velvet chair nearby. I wondered if my children would kill me if I attacked the bunker. End it for me.

There was a knock on my door, and I looked up. "Fuck off" I shouted as I took another drag.

There was another knock, and I threw a lamp at the door, shattering the ceramic to the floor.

"My Queen" Belphegor called back. "I have news".

"Unless it's some sign of Lucifer" I warned.

"Close my queen" he called back.

I stared at the door, curious what could be close. I waved my hand and my faithful demon entered.

"Speak" I ordered taking a sip from my whiskey.

"There has been word" Belphegor explained. "A rumor, I don't know how it took this long to get back to you".

"You interrupt my private time for a rumor" I snarled?

"A rumor that there has been a rumbling in the empty" Belphegor explained.

"The empty" I mocked pouring another drink.

"It's where angels and demons go when they die" he explained to me.

"I know what the empty is" I snapped, throwing the glass against the wall. I leaned on the chest that held my bottles and glasses and heaved a heavy sigh.

"It destroys me to see you like this Jade" Belphegor sighed.

"What did you call me" I growled? "You think he's gone, so you can get casual with me. No. I am his, and I am the Queen of Hell. If this destroys you, leave."

Without a word Belphegor quietly closed the door behind him.

This was my world for Six months, two days, four hours.

Three days, eight days.... Seven months. Eight.

Jade

I froze in place. I knew that voice. It wasn't him, but it sounded like him.

Jade, He won't answer. Please tell me Michael didn't come for you

I stumbled backwards knocking my glasses off the stand and they shattered all around me. I felt cold, I never felt cold. "WHAT IS THAT" I shrieked?

In an instant my door flung open, and Belphegor shot in. "My Queen what's wrong" he pleaded?

"I hear him" I started to gasp for air, clutching my chest, I thought my heart would burst out of my chest. "Why do I hear him"?

Jade

I screamed and clutched my head, there wasn't pain, but the voice tortured me.

"Is it a prayer my Queen" Belphegor asked quietly?

A prayer? I searched my thoughts, my emotions. Who the fuck would pray to me? No one knew of me to pray to me and if they did, they wouldn't. And who would have his voice? "Nick" I gasped?