Supernatural Season X

Season X

"Of the desires of the flesh and the desires of the eyes and pride of life."

Hate. The only feeling left. This empty, black and painful feeling ached through his body as he rose. The hatred towards everyone. The hatred towards mankind, towards every living being, towards god.

"Many will say to me on that day, 'Lord, Lord, did we not prophesy in your name and in your name drive out demons and in your name perform many miracles?' Then I will tell them plainly, 'I never knew you. Away from me, you evildoers!'"

He had been evil two thousand years ago. He betrayed. He made a mistake. He was created to be evil. The story had to end with his betrayal. Everything was already planned. And he couldn't do anything against it. Still it also wasn't his fault! He was treated wrong. Which cruel being could have created him?

"This cup is the new covenant in my blood, which is poured out for you. But the hand of him who is going to betray me is with mine on the table."

But he wasn't angry anymore because of a story that happened such a long time ago. He spent two thousand years in hell. He suffered, he screamed, he repented, he sorted his feelings, he calmed down, he left everything behind himself and he made a plan. And now finally he escaped from hell.

"The Son of Man will go just as it is written about him. But woe to that man who betrays the Son of Man! It would be better for him if he had not been born."

As his feet touched the green and soft grass of the surface and he took the first breath of the fresh and free air he was also able to put the hatred in a little, isolated part of his body. And since the hatred was the only thing left in him, he was blank after he sealed it. Now he only had his plan left. And his strength. No feelings to hinder him. No pain remaining. He was a pupped. A pupped of destruction. A pupped made to do only one thing. To spread the virus of hatred.