Broken Things (A Supernatural FanFic)

Chapter 56: Worthy Champions

            I stood at the edge of the field and felt the slight breeze against my cheeks. My nose was a bit cold but it felt nice, because I could feel it. I welcomed the cold, and any other sense I could feel within me. I wanted to savor what human things I had left, I thought about the family I was leaving behind and held to that memory. The memory of the diner, and the beers, the football, and the monsters. I held it all to me and I prayed that I wouldn’t lose them in my mind. I prayed that no matter where I ended up, I would have them close to my heart. Because I would rather live another millennia with them in my thoughts than to forget them. Because what it all comes down to is, are you loved?

            Taking a deep breath, I opened my eyes and stared straight. My eyes perfectly met Lucifer’s. He was staring at me with a small anxious smirk. We have both been waiting for this moment. He took a step forward and I almost laughed when I saw he was wearing a suit. It wasn’t a tuxedo, but it was fancy even for him.

            “Where are you little boys at?” He asked, his voice shaking from anticipation.

            “Where is your entourage of pesky demons and traitorous angels?” The distaste in my voice dripped from my lips like poison.

            He stood up and turned his chin to the side slightly. “Oh, darling, soon you will be over here with me. And I will take your hand and lead you to paradise.”

            I felt something inside my chest snap. I groaned but kept my glare steady on him. I didn’t move but his eyes widened as I felt my power run out of me and closed it around him like a smothering blanket. His chest started to compress. He just stared at me in fear and pain.

            “I would say go to hell, but that is heaven compared to where I am sending you.” I whispered and raised my hand. I felt it run through me, the power. A surge shot through me and I watched Lucifer’s vessel’s head crane straight up and his jaw hang down. I listened eagerly to his scream as his life force was flung from the vessel.

            I watched it fly high into the air, as if it would escape. I grabbed hold of it and I used every ounce left of me to squeeze and crush it. I watched as my brother came raining down around me as ash. I felt a strain inside of me as I couldn’t control myself. I fell to my knees and managed to balance myself there. I took in deep breaths but I could feel my lungs diminishing and my muscles starting to deteriorate.

            I heard two slow claps from above me. I knew who it was before I looked up. But when I did, I saw not just Zachariah and Christian, but a whole handful of demons. I bit my tongue and mustered everything I had to stand. When I was up and my body felt like liquefying and giving up, I pushed on and stared at them with no signs of weakness.

            “Right on schedule.” Zachariah noted as he looked around him at the ashes of Lucifer. He was wearing a horribly fake frown. “Now to kill you, the last thing holding heaven together, and it is on to paradise for us.”

            “What about when God comes back?” I spat, trying to conserve my engery. I was beginning to feel my knees shake. “He will not be happy with you, Zachariah.”

            “If he isn’t happy, why doesn’t he stop me?” His smile turned up in one of a naughty child who was spitefully defying his parents.

            I felt more rage in me then my weakened body could take, but I held it. I held it for all the little children in the world who hadn’t even lived yet, all the adults who were still finding the small joys in life and all the people who would rather suffer another minute of life than give it up. I stared Zachariah straight in the eyes and barred my teeth.