Clouds [ON HOLD]

|5|•Jack•

Bet ya didn't see that coming, did ya?
Also, @odysseyloya , your book was amazing! Like, really really really good.

Oh hun, you have no idea how excited I am for this chapter. A new way to mess with your feelings!

Chuck, I love being an author.

Any warnings for today? Umm...let me think...ah! A bit of joking around with gruesome things, like sick jokes and some accidental torture. Like, hurting people without meaning too. There, I think that's everything!

Ya'll remember Asmodeus, right?

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~5 years ago~

"I believe in you! You can do this!" The man in a white jacket urged.

Jack stared at him from the side of his eye, annoyance etched into his otherwise fully concentrated posture. He flicked his hand to the side, throwing the man backwards into the field of grass. The ground underneath him cracked and fell away, until there was nothing left but a circle of ground where he was standing.

A clawed hand reached out and gripped the edge of crack, attempting to pull itself up. Another one reached  behind it and clawed it's way out kn top of it. It got up to the horns of its head until the one under it pushed it off and it fell into the blazing abyss.

Jack took a step back. What were those things? The white man had said they were his family, and there was only one way for them to visit him. He had said they would take care of him, lead him to Lucifer. Now, he wasn't so sure they were telling the truth.

His fingers curled into fists so tight his knuckles went white and blood began to slowly seep out of the wound and into his open palm. Why was he doing this? What would it do?

He thought back to the Angels, how they were always calling him Nephilim. His name was Jack. He wanted them to call him Jack. Why did they never call him Jack? He thought back to the guy he'd found biting an amputated arm. Weird, pointy hairs had been protruding out of his face, and his teeth had been insanely long and sharp when they'd sunk into the arm.

Jack remembered how the man's ears had perked, and he had raised his claws to attack. He had attacked, and it was only as his nails were sinking into Jack's abdomen he had seen his face, panicked, and ran away. Jack remembered feeling angry, that was his favourite shirt! He hadn't even noticed his arm was raised until the man was screaming and there were blood splatters on his face.

That was when the man had come up to him. He had walked over the dead body, quenched in blood and organs, but his trousers had remained perfectly white. His hair was slicked back and he had an air around him. An air so thick with pride and power it made Jack want to choke.

Thinking back on it, why had he followed the man here? It had seemed like a good idea at the time, but now he seriously regretted his decision. He was meant to find Castiel and live life in secret. That's what his mom had wanted; for him to be safe.

A jagged grey hand gripped unto the edge of the floor he was standing on, and it nearly made him fall over with how much it shook.

"No!" He gasped, eyes going white for a second before the edge of it fell off and the monster was plunged back into the darkness. He looked around him, gasping at the monsters climbing out of the pit and into the world. "What have I done?"

He couldn't do this, his concentration was long gone. The portal held for a few moments before it began to close upon itself. Desperate, a giant Minotaur-looking creature threw himself at the end, but he was too late. The floor around him was restored, and he was safe.