Her pain-filled screams filled the old apartment with every slash across her stomach, carved perfectly and making their own designs upon her pale skin. Every stab in her thigh, and every burn on her neck until she let the darkness take her over.
"Why are we wasting our time on a human again?"
"Because Asmodeus said she's special to one of the Angels. We kill her, we kill the Angel when it gets here. Where's her mark?" One of the Demons asked and one of the possessed females walked up to her as she hung by the chains and searched her body until she landed on a mark on her shoulder.
"Found it-oh shit."
"What?" One of the male demons asked.
"She wasn't marked by any Angel, you idiots! She's been marked by Mi-!"
The back door exploded off of its hinged and every Demon flinched as they felt the strong, pure Angelic energy radiating from the back entrance and watched in horror as he stepped in.
His eyes landed on his beloved and pure rage filled his stone cold eyes.
Blood dripped from her now pale, dry and cracked lips, stab wounds in her thighs and her stomach, cigarette burns on her neck, slashes across her entire body and one across her cheek.
"M-Michael. . ."
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The Littlest Wolf 》 Jack Kline (Supernatural)
Fanfiction"I've been down the darkest alleys Saw the dark side of the moon To get to you, to get to you I've looked for love in every stranger Took too much to ease the anger All for you, yeah, all for you I've been running through the jungle I've been crying...
