Having soul-restoring powers and challenging Amara headcanons.
requested by@gabrielasilva1510
Amara is not known for her calm, especially at the beginning of her (well, technically second) existence.
You are one of the eldest creatures in this world. But in comparison to God and his sister, you are "the youngest child in the family."
And this is how Amara saw you: a child. A foolish, attention-seeking, and bothering child.
But this time, it was her who needed guidance.
When you first met the Winchesters and they learned what you were, they were terrified, to say the least. Another God to fight, they feared, but it was far from the truth.
The truth was that you loved humans. If we continue the family parallel here, humanity is like a bunch of nieces and nephews in your mind. And you tried to help them as much as you could.
So when the news of the Darkness’s release reached your ears, you were happy. Maybe this time you can do this right. Maybe this time you can be a family.
But soon you realized it was nothing but a hopeless dream.
When you met your sister’s first victim, you wanted to cry. It was nothing but a soulless vessel, shallow and empty. So, after millennias of hiding, you decided to intervene.
You knew that part of it was Chuck’s fault, but you knew better than to confront him alone.
You let out a few tears when you restored your first soul. It was a lot more painful than consuming them. Every time you had to "sew" a broken essence with a small part of your own.
You knew that Amara felt everything. You were sucking her dinner right out of her, and it was just as painful for her as it was for you.
And in this moment, you felt her anger like it was your own. She fumed that some little creature like you could steal away what was hers by the right of her very being.
But you knew that she could learn about the world in another way. In a better way. Consuming knowledge, not other beings.
The waves of the rage of a dark god reached you faster than you anticipated.
When you finally met, after many days and souls, you tried to reason with her. You were hopeful that if you found the right words, you could convince her to stop.
But at the beginning, it was a lost cause.
You fought, and by the end of round one, you were exhausted. She just reborned, fresh out of the womb, and even with the few souls that she managed to absorb, she was stronger than you.
You fell to the ground, and Amara stopped. She said she pitied you and warned you not to stand in her way before she left.
But neither you nor your new friends were ready to let her win, so you continued to find the poor soulless people and fix the horrors that Amara did to them.
It was a circle of fight-retreat-restore a soul-and fight again. A routine you fall into all too quickly.
And it hurt both of you.
Even though the Darkness didn’t want to admit it, after some time, she was not fighting you that hard anymore.
Her blows wickened, and her wards softened. And the look of rage in her eyes changed into one of hurt and betrayal.
"How can you stand against me?!" She screamed and cried, but your answer was always the same.
"We can find another way."
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