Regaining consciousness || Nickifer

02• a demon's fate

Title: A demons fate

Triggers: Character death, murder

Characters: Zelot. Mentions of Lucifer, Nick

Wordcount: 951

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Life.

It had a way of moving on, past the grief and tar, of making every deed insignificant. Every lesson had to be learnt thrice over, every generation replacing what had been before. And even in following this thread, they were built to honor survival above all else.

Every act, every curse you throw at them and like cockroaches they breed and survive, persistent and plentiful as they slip through the cracks. This meant bounty but also complication.

Dark hair softly blew in the brisk air, dark eyes falling onto the street below. Calm spread across the skin as he inhaled deep into the lungs after a moment of sudden exertion, the emotion still buzzing under his fingertips. A distinct reign of copper in the air. He had done what was required of him, perhaps a little more than necessary but this one will send a message. His eyes lingered on the creatures walking past on the sidewalk below, unbeknownst what went down around them. Even when he served his work on a platter, they still deny him. Deny his species, his father. But soon they will know and they will know it well.

This was a job like any other, specific in its requirements under the slow unraveling in the politics in hell. He had followed it to the letter and then some more as a treat, meticulous and cautious given his current standing. He had to be careful but not enough to garner attention.

Zelot leaned against the dirty window sill of the warehouse and glanced across the now lifeless floor. It was necessary, he was necessary. A wave of flesh stained into the concrete. More than what was necessary, a vain attempt to halt his actions but ultimately only succeeding in more souls being fed to below.

500 years and it was still the same. Greed, pride, all hidden beneath. How easy they fall when push comes to shove. Much like he was before his fall, shame layered in the idea of his mortal self. Flecks still remain in the aftermath. You cannot silence every notion before the transformation. You only need the grey.

He titled his head for a different perspective and the result still appeared satisfactory. A work well done. Zelot was still an infant in the grand scheme of things, something he was heavily reminded of by his superiors but even that had its advantages especially as the news dropped. News hell was not prepared for and neither wanted to believe. They had no contingency and chaos had taken hold of the power-hungry which would've been fine if they weren't also weak compared that that reigned before.

You see, news had spread to all corners of hell and perhaps heaven as well, Lucifer was gone. Dead, no hope of return from the fatal blow. This brought on a new unprecedented time for the residents in hell. For the first time in all of its existence, it had no clear ruler. Motivation faded with Lucifer and for lack of a better term, hell was going to hell in Zelot's eyes.

Zelot was one of the few traditionalists left. He regarded his brethren weak for allowing new order to spring up so easy, giving up on the true king of hell so easily but he knew what they were like. They'd follow anything if they thought they could benefit from it. The strongest survive, that was how they lived but he, he had loyalty and he needed the apocalypse. Lucifer was the only one who would give it to them. They needed him but Zelot was one of the few who saw it this way, the others were ready for a new age.

This little expedition , however, had nothing to do with bringing on the end of time or bringing his master back. He just needed to take a little detour after the last failed attempt. He still had his work apart from the afore mentioned and it was becoming increasingly clear who was in the middle of all this chaos, who he needed. Infuriating as it was. Perhaps the sudden dedication to what hell required had been procrastinating the path he was bound to follow apart from arousing no suspicions. Perhaps something else deep-seated.

He's tried so much, so many spells and deals, so many entities still worth finding. It all came down to him, that petty little human that Lucifer had decided to parade around in. Hell only knows what he saw in that meat-sack. He was weak, a shadow of a man and to make matters worse, he was sentimental. He had spoken to gods, monsters and out of a sea of filth, Nick was among the worst as an obvious choice. The man could barely stand on his own two feet when Lucifer had picked him for a ride. Zelot just couldn't understand what Nick had over Lucifer but very pointedly Lucifer made it clear the human was important to their plans. He was to be protected. Whether that was true, still remains to be seen.

Zelot took a breath. He had one central goal right now. He had to bring the prince of shadows back and to do that, he'd need that human. If not for the spell, he still had ties with the Winchester's and the means to make the path to destruction easier was locked in that bunker. Valuable wasn't a word Zelot would use to describe the man but useful could be a worthy replacement.

If there was someone who wanted Lucifer back more than he did, it would be that.. human. Nick would do anything for Lucifer, everyone knew that. It would be his downfall even in Lucifer's death.