1 x 22 Devil's Trap
I was in Boston, eating at a fast food restaurant named Fadlan's Falafel, it was a very good restaurant with nice Muslim owners. (If you get the reference, you know)
I was eating a Falafel sandwich, when my vessel Chris Hemsworth, projected an astral form of himself across the table from me.
"It's been a while Chris, I suppose you wanna talk to me again huh, well grab a Falafel it's on the house." Smiling as it's been a while since Chris came out and we talk like this.
"No thank you Isaiel, I'm not that hungry right now, I just came out to feel the magic in the air." Looking up at the sky
Chris was a son of Thor, a failure of a demigod since he didn't possess the power of lightning that all children of Thor possessed.
Due to Thor acting like he doesn't exist, and the contempt of his other siblings, he set out his whole life training and seeking out adventures to gain his Father's approval.
That was the very reason that I met him, I was flying aurond the land of what would be called Norway, when I found Chris fighting at the island of Lyngvi.
Chris was fighting Fenrir, a Jotun son of Loki who was born a wolf, due to the fact that he wanted to be a great warrior and gain recognition from his Father, Chris started to fight anyone or anything to gain fame.
I mean it was no surprise due to who his Father was, but due to his near obsessive need to gain approval from Thor, it made him immature and arrogant when facing stronger opponents compared to him.
Due to his training methods Chris managed to kill the werewolves surrounding Fenrir, but couldn't do anything to wolf since his power was comparable or equal to Odin.
So, that's when I found him bleeding out and about to be devoured by Fenrir, when I offered him a choice to either let me in and allow me to help him gain approval from Thor, or die on this Island alone and forgotten by others.
He agreed on the condition that I help him train to reach his goal and spread his name, so that's what I did for a majority of my time in the Norse pantheon.
I had taught Chris every thing I knew about how to use weapons and how to master them to become a great viking and warrior.
He became so good at handing weapons and his combat skills, that many thought that he was Thor in human form due to his massive blodlust for fighting and killing monsters.
He gain so much fame that he was given great titles by Odin, who wanted him to become an Einherjar to fight in preparation for Ragnarok.
He refused all of them, only asking for a simple wish to fight and challenge his Father Thor, in a battle of fists.
Thor agreed and the fight happened between Father and Son, I wouldn't go into full detail about the fight but it was similar to Baki vs Yujiro, in that sense.
"I'm done Isaiel." Chris was quiet and spoke barely in a whisper.
"Done, with what Chris? It can't be the food you barely tried a piece of this goodness." I tried to crack a smile but I stopped when I saw his face, already knowing what this was about.
"I'm done with being your vessel anymore, and I tired of living this long life barely recognizing the land that I grew up in." Sounding mournful
"I even forgot my own name it's not Chris, you gave me that name to fit in with society and I have been losing my identity ever since." Chris looked at his hands as if to see if they were real
"At first it was great, I felt almost like a God due to the powers that you blessed me with, the power to never tired or hunger, the power to become so strong that I could fight with the Aseir God's and the Einherjar." Smiling as he looked back at those times
"But, now it became boring to fight monsters, as well as going to other Patheon's for a challenge, protecting others when you know they are going to die sooner or later."
"When I fought with Father and finally gained his recognition, I felt ecstatic and proud with myself with all that achieved with your help."
"But, then I felt empty inside after awhile, I had finally gotten my approval so what was next in my life? I asked that question to myself for days, until you told me of your plan to explore other pantheon's and their culture."
"Finally, I thought we were going to have so much fun fighting and exploring our horizons, we fought the Rakshasas and brought peace to the Bhoot spirits from the Hindu pantheon." I smiled after rembered a quest I had to do for Shiva as a favor.
I witnessed everything there was in human society, the Salem Witch trials, 9/11, the industry revolution, even saw the horrors of WW2, and the most evil aspect of humanity."
"And now you want to pass on, your tired of watching and living through the horrors and suffering of humans, and now you want me to release you so you can go find peace." My voice was on the verge of breaking and had a tone of sadness as I spoke
"You know, not many angels have any communication with their vessels, the only angels I know that do are Benjamin, Gabriel, and sometimes Joshua on occasion."
"My point is that I try to have a good relationship relationship with all my vessel's, even the temporary ones to have something to tether me back to Earth, as the expression goes and not be an emotionless psychopath." I was referring to the version of me in alternate Michael universe, who was sick and twisted.
"Very well old friend, I will give you this peace for all your hard work and friendship, you gave me throughout the years."
"Where do you want to go? Heaven, Valhalla, Folkvangr, or perhaps Elysium, you always like peace and Quiet it brought you." Showing a bittersweet smile as Chris made his choice, to go to heaven for the rest of Eternity and rest.
I slowed down time, and with a swish of my hand, I sent Chris's soul to heaven, as the sky began to pour down rain and the sound of thunder could be heard in the distance.
"Goodbye Thorfin son of Thor, you were a valiant warrior who defended the weak, may stories of your accomplishments be sung in the halls of Asgard. "
I paid for the Falafel dish and Sandwiches, and flew to Bobby's house, to clear my thoughts as the Winchesters were there looking for help to set a trap for Meg.
"Bobby, this book I've never seen anything like it." Sam was reading the Key of Solomon, a book that I wrote to help Solomon bind and force demons into submission, as well as expel them from their vessels.
Bobby was describing the page about Devil Traps, and even described it as a "satanic roach motel", due to the fact it made demons powerless and couldn't move from it.
I miss those days, I sometimes wonder what was Lucifer's expression when he heard the news, that all of his demons from the lower crossroad demon to Asmodeus, forced to serve a human and help build Father's temple in Jerusalem.
I chuckled to myself, that day was the probably the biggest slap in Lucifer's face that God gave him.
I was reminiscing over those times, when I felt Meg's presence coming here before she appeared breaking down the door, furious about not having the colt and demanded it.
Dean attempted to spray holy water at Meg, but she backhand him to a stack of books, and again demanded the real colt.
She began to taunt Sam, thinking about how idiotic it was to think that she wouldn't find the both of them, when she was caught in a devil's trap and restrained in a chair.
"You know, if you wanted to tie me up, all you had to do was ask." Trying to flirt with the boys before Bobby came with a gasoline can of salt.
"Where's our father, Meg? Dean demanded
"You didn't ask very nice Dean." In a sing-song voice.
"Where's our Father, bitch? Dean asked more roughly this time.
"Jeez, you kiss your mother with that mouth? Oh I forgot, you don't." Laughing at Dean's frustration
"Where is he? What did you do to him? Dean Questioned screaming at Meg.
"He died screaming, I killed him myself and watched the blood pour and his life drain from his eyes. Meg was smiling at the boys before Dean smacked her.
"Wow, that's kind of a turn on, you hitting an innocent and defenseless girl." Still provoking Dean.
"Dean, control yourself." Bobby brought the boys to the kitchen to speak with them privately, as Sam Questioned if Dean was okay.
"Dean, you gotta be careful with her, and don't try to hurt her." Telling the both of them about demonic possession.
Sam and Dean, returned to Meg with the Key of Solomon, and read the exorcism for demons in Latin to expel the demon.
"Regna terrae, cantate Deo, Psallite Domino per caelum, caelum antiquos, glori Patri." Sam, finished chanting the exorcism as black smoke came from Meg's mouth and into the ceiling back to hell where she belonged.
When Meg finally regain control of her body, blood was coming out of her mouth due to the effect that the exorcism had on her.
I knew that she was about to die, and so I talked to her telepathically that she wouldn't need to worry, that not only was she going to go to heaven for peace, but that I would take care of her family when she was gone.
She, died as her soul went up to heaven after telling the boys were their Father was being kept, and while the boys thought of a plan I went to the Sunrise Apartments, where John was possessed by Azazel.
I went into John's mind, and shape-shifted into Mary trying to convince John to let me in. He let me in without a second thought, and I adjusted to fit with John.
I couldn't use my grace, due to the reason that my grace wasn't compatible with John's body, because of his bloodline and an as a possible vessel for Michael.
My grace was so hot, that even a little bit of my power would be enough to obliterate him from the inside out, and with the fact that Azazel was here made it more dangerous for John's body.
I was in Sam's nursery, the place that Mary had died in, and Sam became one of Azazel's special children.
Azazel was in rocking chair, giving me a Mocking smile as he looked at me with his yellow eyes.
"Do you remember this place? The day that I won and fulfilled Lucifer's wishes, the day you lost when I cut open and set Mommy Winchester on on fire."
"I remembered it was the day where you lost an arm, and almost died from my light, which you had to crawl back to hell like a good doggy." I shot back as Azazel's face contorted to one of rage.
Azazel, leaped from the chair and the both of us began to fight each other, blow for blow and each hit we made, the sound of lightning sounded.
I managed to throw Azazel into Sam's crib, and then beat him as he laughed, "it's hopeless the moment I made that boy into one of my children, his fate was sealed and nothing you can do can stop it."
"Do, you wanna bet on that? That boy is much stronger than you think Azazel, can't say the same for your dead son." Azazel threw me and charged at me in a fit of rage.
I blocked the blow, and pinned Azazel to the ground holding him as he thrashed aurond like a baby, then i felt Dean and Sam coming to John's location carrying the colt.
John was ordering Sam, to shoot him with one of the bullets from the Colt, killing himself and Azazel for good.
Sam hesitated, as he couldn't kill his own Father, an act that would stain his soul and make him fall deeper into darkness.
Azazel, in that moment fled John's body and returned to hell, and as John was leaving for the Impala and was reprimand Sam for his hesitation, I felt the presence of a demon and wrapped my wings aurond everyone as the truck slammed into us and flipped the car.