Just some Supernatural one-shots I like to do in between my stories.
Contains some funny and random stuff I thought of; inspired by pictures I found basically everywhere - Tumblr & Instagram mostly - and other random stuff that just popped up out of...
Jealous of her brother's creation - the first Archangel - the Darkness decided to give this 'creating' a try herself... yet the end results are not as she hoped. The creature she created ended up being blind and scared of the light, and so she abandoned him. But then Michael finds this terrified creature and begs God to save him.
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I want to try doing that too, The Darkness thought as she was watching her younger brother fussing over the thing he had recently created. God had called it an 'Archangel' – whatever that might mean really – and seemed to be pretty darn proud of it. When she had tried to get a better look at this so-called Archangel, God had pulled it away and out of her sight. All she managed to see of it were wings. Blue wings.
Because her brother was being a dick and wouldn't allow her to look at this being, she had gone off in a fit of rage and went to try to create something on her own. She just wanted to be able to call something her own – and possibly rub it in her brother's smug face that she could do more than only destroy.
How hard can it be?
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Creation is hard, The Darkness discovered early on. No matter what she tried, or how she attempted to do it, she never quite got it right. The first twenty tries or so her creations simply exploded or spontaneously combusted before she could give them life. It took her another hundred attempts to be able to create something that lived at all. But even then, they just kept on dying no matter how badly she tried to keep them alive.
Frowning, she looked down at the hunched shape before her, waiting for the inevitable moment it would die too, but that did not happen. For a while, she simply waited to see what would happen, but nothing seemed to happen. While it wasn't exactly moving around – even though she had given it limbs and even wings – it did stay alive. It didn't come close to her brother's creation, but it was something and it came from her.
Curiously, she kneeled in front of her creature and poked it in the hopes of receiving a reaction. A terrified screech came from the creature and it scrambled away from her as it made itself as small as possible, six pink wings wrapping around a shaking body. "I'm not trying to harm you," The Darkness frowned, wondering if it was even able to understand what she was saying. Did it even recognize her as its creator? Did it even know that it directly came from her?
"Can you even understand me at all?" She tried again, trying to speak in a gentler tone now.
The creature did not show any signs of understanding her. It pulled further away from her and it was scrambling and feeling around as if it was terrified of something. Of what, she didn't know. Taking a closer look at the creature, she realized that it was blind and unable to perceive anything. Its eyes were looking ahead but unable to perceive anything.
