#demons spn

[snevinsspn]

always found it cool that all the creatures the didn’t have a technical soul (angels, demons, etc) went to the empty when they died, a place that canonically was the very concept of nothing. they really said “just like you, there is nothing in here. it is Empty”

[michaelmilligan]

Endverstober Day 25: Devil

(explanation post) (compilation post)

The throne they had built for him on Earth was uncomfortable. Maybe it was because it was made from stone, or maybe Lucifer just wasn't used to sitting with a vessel, but he kept adjusting his position on the damn thing, only to get even more uncomfortable.

Setting up shop in a dilapidated monastery might have been a mistake. Of course, they'd properly desecrated the place before using it as a base of operations. Otherwise, his demons wouldn't even have been able to enter it without experiencing severe pain. But unfortunately, the spilled blood and the screams of their victims didn't make this damn throne any nicer to sit on.

There were still some humans there, Lucifer contemplated, tugging on a chain and getting a whimper out of one. He could use one of them as a cushion, or at least part of them. A pillow made from human skin and innards – there was a Divine Design.

(Had Lucifer killed a few hours watching HGTV? Maybe. If anyone asked, he'd been doing important work, catching up with humanity in the twenty-first century. Besides, Ramsey had liked the moving pictures.)

“My Lord?”

Lucking up from the humans, Lucifer saw Meg, her head held high but with concern all over her face. That didn't bode well. She was one of his most loyal and competent minions, one of the few he could count on to only come to him with important matters that she couldn't fix on her own.

“What is it, child?”

She swallowed, then straightened her posture impossibly more. “There are more... complaints, my Lord.”

“Ah.” Lucifer suppressed a sigh. “Bring them in.”

She nodded gravely, then led some other demons into the room, side-eyeing them before they even started talking.

“What do you want?” Lucifer asked them, pretending to be bored, even though the sight of half a dozen demons all scowling made him tense.

Before all this, he would have barely given them another thought. But his powers were failing, and he was tethered more and more to his vessel, having to rely on its natural strength. Sam Winchester was a strong and sturdy vessel, of course, but he was still only human.

Except for the whole psychic thing, but Lucifer hadn't tapped into that yet at all.

“My King.” One of the demons stepped forward and gave a slight bow.

Considering what they were about to do, that was almost insulting.

“Go on. Speak,” Lucifer told them, eyes boring into those of the demons. They squirmed, much to his satisfaction.

“Earth sucks,” another demon spoke up, getting a glare from the first one. But he just continued on. “There's barely any humans left and there's freaking zombies everywhere.”

The others nodded.

“This isn't the kingdom you promised us,” someone said.

“Oh? It's not?” Lucifer uncrossed Sam's long legs and got up, still towering over everyone else even as he stepped down from his throne. “What did I promise you?”

The demons threw each other nervous looks as he came closer, but one of them raised his chin, standing firm. “Eternal torment. A world where we can be as cruel and horrible as we want.”

“Hm. And that's not this world?” Lucifer asked thoughtfully as he stopped directly in front of the brave demon who dared speak up to him.

“N-no,” the demon said, flinching when Lucifer touched his cheek. But he only trailed a finger over it, almost like a caress.

“You poor things. I haven't been caring for you good enough, have I? Not enough prey in your enclosure?”

The demon frowned, and glanced towards his compatriots, but before any of them could open their mouth, Lucifer had already curled his hands around the demon's throat and started squeezing.

“Not enough death, and maiming? Too bad,” he said conversationally, as the demon choked. “Guess we better give you something to remember today.”

The demon's mouth dropped open as he gurgled, and then black smoke started pouring out.

“Oh no no,” Lucifer said, eyes flashing as he forced the demon back into his vessel. He may be growing weaker, but he could still do this. “You wouldn't want to miss all the fun, would you?”

The other demons gasped, and Lucifer saw blades gleaming in the candlelight that filled the room.

Before one of the complainers could strike, though, there was a choked sound, and then a head hit the floor, followed by a body. Meg stood over the decapitated demon with a detached expression and a streak of blood on her face.

She was beautiful like this, Lucifer thought.

The other demons started yelling, in shock and in anger, but it soon turned into agonized screaming as Lucifer and Meg killed them, too. Even Ramsey got up from the half-eaten legs of a human prisoner to join the action.

In the end, the only sounds were the dripping of blood on stone tiles, and the crunching of bones as Ramsey snacked on the demons' dead vessels.

The serenity of the moment was broken, though, when the clicking of heels echoed from the walls. Lilith stopped upon seeing the carnage, blood and guts still spilling onto the floor.

“Seriously?” she asked, pursing her lips.

“They had some complaints,” Lucifer told her, and she rolled her eyes.

“Keep going like this and you'll have killed every last demon on Earth in a week.”

Lucifer glanced at Meg. “Not every demon.”

“Whatever.” Lilith gestured towards Meg. “Clean that up, will you?”

Meg's eyes flitted to Lucifer before she nodded, and walked towards the door. Either to get some cleaning supplies, or to get someone to do it for her, Lucifer supposed.

“Wait,” he said, and she stopped near the doorway, turning back to him. “Keep the blood.”

Both Lilith and Meg raised their eyebrows at him.

Lucifer put a hand on his vessel's chest. “Little Sammy here got his rocks off with demon blood. Haven't you ever wondered what it would do for me?”

“Can't say that I have,” Lilith said, pursing her lips again.

“I'll make sure to preserve whatever is salvageable,” Meg said, always he good little worker bee. “But my Lord... you shouldn't have to drink scraps from the floor. We can just get you a fresh batch.”

Lucifer felt his mouth pulling into a grin as his eyes came to rest on her. “And that is why you're my favourite.”

[tragedynatural]

to me becoming a demon hinges on choice. it's what demons are all about - stacked choices, sure, coercion, sure, bad deals, sure, but choices. choices made. roads taken. so picking up the knife is one kind of choice, but maybe the offer of power is another. the concept of being able to switch bodies, of immortality, etc. it's all just roads taken

[wisteria-amethyst-falls]

[throesofthorns]

God when supernatural writers wanted a demon they just grabbed someone and told them go be evil and gay and by damn it worked

[rana1333]

i think the demon's possession of a corpse should be more… creepy and realistic. a subtle signs that it's a corpe. there's no decomposition, since the bacterial processes are controlled by the demon in the body, but something is wrong. ruby's hair is dry and brittle, since nothing nourishes the follicles. ruby paints her nails because otherwise they'll show through, peeling like layers of dry paint on old walls. her skin has a yellowish tint, since there's no blood flow. you can keep a vessel alive indefinitely, but you can't revive it. unused entrails ossify and become strange to the touch. the whites of her eyes are cloudy and lifeless, and the pupils don't focus.

[vaicomcas]

wondering if Amrbiel and other angels of the birth and death statistics department ever run into the soul accountant demons, and engage in bitter verbal battle against each other's statistical methodologies.

[darkshrimpemotions]

You know, with the way demonic possession like...basically animates a body regardless of the state of said body, but doesn’t actually heal any of the wounds the vessel takes on...I’m surprised all we ever got were demons walking around looking perfectly fine.

Like aside from Abaddon (who was fucking awesomely creepy with her sewn-on head and such), we really never saw demons that actually looked like reanimated corpses or dying bodies being pushed to keep moving as though nothing was wrong.

Like Meg fell out of a window and never looked like she fell out of a window. And I know it was probably something to do with wanting demons to be ~sexy~ or whatever but like...come on, Eric. Be less dedicated to your dick and more dedicated to the horror aesthetic, please.

Yeah, I am gonna blame this one on Eric, because it was an issue even in the early seasons, when SPN was still pretending to be a horror show. And I think that’s a damn shame actually. They should have leaned harder into the whole reanimated corpse thing, it would have been terrifying.