AMA-Con: The Compilation

At The Edge Of The World

Written by: sereace_m

Prompt: LOWER LEVEL GUARDIAN DEMON MAINE + LUCIFER KING OF HELL/DEMONS + CHOSEN HUMAN BRIDE RJ + END OF DAYS

Prompt by: IShipWhatIShip

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AN: Loosely based on the CW Supernatural Mythos. I did not earn any monetary compensation for writing a crossover of SPN and MaiChard. I promise to put back anything I use in the SPN universe back in their shiny big-ass shelf once done, unharmed.

REMINDER: I said loosely based, okay? I am not so great an author to be able to encompass SPN's entire mythos, so I'll just be referencing them, instead of creating from scratch. Because I have literally no time and talent to do that.

WARNINGS: Funny people, please go away. There are religious overtures here that may break you. They're dark, existentialist beliefs. It is then I would like to remind people that I have studied in Catholic schools all my life. Literally, all my life. Don't bash based on what is written here, because I will answer, and unfortunately for you, I have an acerbic tongue.

Teaser

"I need to take you," Maine said, finally meeting his gaze, eyes like the rolling clouds of the skies before the storm. He stood, frozen with fear and anticipation, his eyes locked on hers. "Can you? Fully, unreservedly, without hesitation?" She continued, facing him, her head barely coming up his shoulders, but she has always been larger than life, and what she may have lacked in life she made up in spirit. "I will drive you insane, ride you, like you have never been ridden before, peel you open and rip apart your inhibitions -" His breath hitched when her finger traced the line of his throat. "Do you accept?"

RJ found himself nodding, hypnotized by the movement of her mouth.

"Say it," she whispered.

"Yes." It wasn't like he could have said anything else.

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Suddenly, nobody flinched at the sight of pitch black eyes anymore.

The end of the world has begun, and all those who still walked the earth lived as they ever could, adapting as only humans do.

She marveled at their resilience, pushing through this half-life, a shadow of the lifestyle they used to lead. Humans have always been weird.

Maine closed her eyes. When she opened them again, there was only fire and brimstone.

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"Do you remember?"

She looked at the direction of the voice, and fell on one knee to genuflect, head bowed and neck exposed. She remained in that position, until the voice spoke again.

"Well, Guardian? Do you?"

She shook her head, hair falling to the side and covering her face.

"Hmn."A pause, before, "Pity."

Maine did not move, did not dare breathe. Memories of times best forgotten are worth a hundred years on The Rack with Alistair behind the knife. She was never stupid. She is not going to volunteer herself to torture.

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She has never seen him cry like this, with huge gulping breaths in between broken sobs.

They were in her bed, and he was wrapped around her, clutching as if she was the only thing keeping him sane.

She felt tears fall from her eyes as she grasped him just as close, wrapping her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck. She hummed, attempting to soothe him, even as she rubbed circles on whatever skin she could reach.