Hungry Like The Wolf (Chapter 9 - Baldur's Gate 3 fanfiction)
And the final revelation is here!
Another short chapter, but I promise it will be totally worth it. I'm pretty sure most of you had already figured out the twist, but I hope you enjoy it. Let me know what you thought of it!
Ship: Shadowzel
WC: 833
Warnings: None really. Use of chains, I guess?
Read under the cut or on AO3. Your comments mean a lot to me!
Fullmoon
The frightened look on Lae'zel's face is the last thing she sees before everything fades to black.
That nightmare was more vivid than any she has had in the past few months. And, for the first time, she remembers all of it. Not vague memories of sounds and smells. No visions she can't understand. Which makes everything all the more terrifying.
Did she really try to eat Lae'zel?
Thank the gods it was just a dream. Her heart still rampant and her body covered in cold sweat, she dares to open her eyes. The chains rattle as she tries to sit up, reminding her that she's tied up. A claw-shaped pendant with encrusted moonstones hits her chest. Why is she wearing her father's necklace?
The cold blade of a dagger touches her neck. Shadowheart raises her gaze, only to find Lae'zel glaring at her, the knife trembling on her hand.
“What-?!”
“She's back, Lae'zel. It's alright.”
The carpet muffles Arnell's footfalls as he crosses the room and places a hand on Lae'zel's shoulder to stop her. Lae'zel nods and takes a step back slowly.
“My poor baby!” Emmeline calls. “She must be so scared! Remove the chains. Please.”
Arnell and Lae'zel exchange a look, then a nod, before releasing her from the shackles. Shadowheart remains motionless, processing it, blinking back her confusion.
“What's going on?”
“Don't worry. She won't turn as long as she's wearing the amulet,” she hears Arnell saying.
He's speaking to Lae'zel. Shadowheart's gaze bounces from one to the other, wordlessly questioning them. As her brain registers the word 'amulet', her hand goes straight to the claw-shaped jewel.
Could this mean...?
“You turned into a wolf overnight,” Lae'zel explains.
A wolf? All of her skin becomes goosebumps.
Blurry memories cascade into her mind. Suddenly, those nightmares that have been haunting her recently start making sense. The touch of cold water against her skin. The taste of blood and raw meat on her tongue. The damp soil beneath her feet as she runs and runs and runs. The fangs and claws reflected on the lake surface. The thirst. The hunger, the insatiable hunger.
Except they weren't nightmares, and that realization is even scarier than any of those images.
Oh hells! She did try to eat her wife!
“Seems like you inherited my lycanthropy after all,” Arnell adds with a sad smile. “I would much rather pass on something more useful or pleasant, like a nice amount of gold or a house in the countryside, but-”
“I thought you said it wasn't likely, since I never showed symptoms,” Shadowheart interrupts. “You said-”
Oh.
So this is what the Selûnite cleric that healed her warned her about. Unusual symptoms indeed. Has she been a werewolf all along, prevented from manifesting because of Shar? Is this one more trait of hers that was suppressed by the Dark Witch, like her lost recollections or her sweet tooth?
Speaking of her sweet tooth, it seems like no-one was hypnotizing her into binge-eating in her sleep. No-one but herself.
“You'll be fine, cub,” Arnell ruffles her hair. “With time, you'll learn how to control your other side, perhaps even transform at will. Lucky for you, you have a much more experienced wolf here to help you with that.”
Shadowheart nods slowly, taking in her father's words. Then she glances at Lae'zel. The gith looks much calmer now. Seeing the fear in her eyes was so unlike her it was heartbreaking. And to be the cause of that fear, even more so.
“Will I be able to control my appetite, too?” Shadowheart wonders.
“I'd say you've been doing pretty well,” her father chuckles. “Only small animals and raw meat, no attempts on people until you were chained with no possibility to go hunting.”
Oh gods! That was all her! No bandits stealing from her neighbors or emptying her pantry. The grip of shame closes tightly around her throat.
“Just make sure to get as much meat as you need, especially when the full moon is coming,” he advices. “Otherwise, you'll wake up starving.”
Embarrassed, she looks down at the pale rolls poking out below her night shirt. Well, at least now she knows where all of that came from, why the diet wasn't working. Her gaze darts to Lae'zel once more. They have a lot to talk about.
“You should use what's left of the night to get some sleep,” Emmeline says, walking up to the bed and reaching out to stroke over her daughter's cherubic cheek. “You'll feel better once you've rested properly.”
“Yes,” Arnell agrees. “I'm sure you have a million questions, but they can wait until morning. Keep the amulet on for now and you'll be alright.”
They say goodbye with hugs and kisses before retiring to their own cottage. Lae'zel reassures Arnell that she'll be taking the best care of Shadowheart and ready to warn them if the need arises.
A/N: This is written for @spnkinkbingo and no, not putting exactly who or what the reader is because I wanted it to be a sort of surprise at the end. This takes place during season two.
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The door to the Roadhouse swung open, causing Sam and Dean to turn and see who was the new arrival. A young woman stood at the entrance, her hair pulled back into a ponytail, dressed in leather from head to toe. Both the brothers couldn’t help but admire the beauty walking towards them, as her hips swayed with each step she took.
“Hey there Angel! Long time no see!” Ellen called out, causing the woman to smile.
Angel reached the bar and got up on a stool, leaning over to give Ellen a hug. Both women shared a laugh before letting each other go. This was the first time the Winchesters ever saw Ellen being affectionate to someone other than her daughter.
“What’ve been up to woman? Last I heard you were down in New Orleans doing an exorcism.”
“Eh, the same as usual, banishing demons, cleansing folks, the same old stuff,” Angel replied as she sat down properly between the boys.
“Well glad you could make it. Let me introduce you to the Winchester brothers, eldest one here is Dean and the fluff ball of hair is Sam.”
“Winchester, as in John Winchester’s boys?” Angel asked, her gaze crawling all over them.
“The exact ones,” Ellen replied.
“Hmm, hope y’all not as bad as your father. I got a bone to pick with the bastard, still owes me money from a bet we made about a year ago.”
“Sorry to say sugar,” Dean said. “But our father died recently.”
“Oof,” she replied with a huff. “Sorry to hear that, bless that asshole’s soul.”
Ellen threw a washrag at Angel, fussing at her about disrespecting the dead.
“Well, see here, I called you because these boys are in a bit of demon trouble. Ash is helping them but figured might as well call in the professional.”
Sam looked over at Angel with a confused look, something that wasn’t ignored by the woman.
“That’s right boys, my specialty is demons. Hunt them, trap them, and send them back to the hellhole they belong.”
“Wow, that’s kind of cool that you specialize in demons,” Sam stated as he fully turned his attention away from the paperwork in front of him.
“Cool but dangerous,” Angel stated. “So, what’s the trouble? Lower level demon, crossroads demon that went too far with making a deal?”
“Looking for a demon named Azazel,” Dean spoke up before taking a swing of beer.
“Azazel? What’s that bastard got with you two?”
“Let’s just say, he owes us his life.”
Angel turned to look at Dean, noticing how dark his eyes turned. She then turned to look at Sam and saw a hint of sadness in his eyes. Angel debated silently in her mind her next response.
“Look, you’re the expert here,” Ellen began. “I trust you to help these boys and by what they’ve told me, this demon is bigger trouble than your usual lackeys.”
“Yeah, I know,” Angel replied. “The few run-ins I’ve had mentioned this name.”
“So will you help them?” Ellen asked with a pleading look.
Angel sighed and nodded her head, giving in to Ellen’s pleads. Ellen reached over the bar and slapped Angel on the shoulder, giving her a wide smile.
“Good girl!” Ellen exclaimed. “Now, go do your thing and let us know if there is any good news on getting to this bastard.”
“You got it, Ellen,” Angel replied with a grunt, getting up from the stool. “Give me 3 days tops and we’ll meet back here at this time with the information I have.”
Angel patted both Dean and Sam’s shoulder, saying goodbye to the trio before making her way out the roadhouse. Once the door swung shut, Dean turned to Ellen.
“A demon hunter named Angel, that’s a new one.”
“Well, the name was given to her,” Ellen stated as she cleaned a couple of beer glasses. “She came one day after a hunt and when I asked for her name, she wouldn’t give it to me. A few weeks later, she came back in with a hunter who was bleeding out. Saved the poor bastard and in his drugged daze, he called her an angel. So, the name stuck. She didn’t want to give a name so we gave her one.”
“So you don’t even know her name, yet trust her?” Same asked cautiously.
“Yeah, the girl has proven her worth and has saved many lives. If she had any ill will to anyone, she would have already acted on it.”
“Just, something about her doesn’t rub right,” Dean whispered, earning a towel slap on the back of his head from Ellen.
“Listen here boy, she is the best demon hunter out there. You want to reach that demon of yours, she the answer. So don’t go judging because that girl will have your hide for questioning her motives.”
Dean huffed in response, moving to the stool next to Sam. Ellen had walked away as Dean leaned in close to Sam and whispered.
“Did you get any good vibes from that girl?”
“Honestly, no,” Sam responded softly. “But if she’s as good as Ellen says she is, then maybe we should at least trust her with her help.”
Dean rolled his eyes and backed away from his baby brother. Just something about her caught his eye and it wasn’t just her body.
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3 Days Later
The door swung wide open, causing Sam and Dean to look up from their game of pool. There stood Angel in a grey trench coat and a pair of silver open-toed, six-inch heels, two plastic garment bags in hand. She strutted towards the bar, throwing the garment bags on it. Ellen walked out from the back as the brothers walked towards Angel.
“What’s with the getup?” asked Dean.
“We are going to a club tonight, and it ain’t just any old club. It’s Hell’s Gate.”
“And we have to go there why?” Sam asked with an arched brow.
“Hell’s Gate is basically a sex club. Demons run it and possess bodies and use them to make deals. Get humans all happy and convince them to sign their soul away.”
“And again, why?” Sam asked again.
“Found out Azazel’s boys run the place, and supposedly tonight Azazel is making an appearance.”
“Wow, really?” Ellen asked.
“Yeah, so we need to get there and wait until Azazel shows up to face the bastard.”
“If it’s a club,” Dean began. “We would need the right clothes for…”
“Way ahead of ya mister,” Angel giggled as she picked the garment bags from the bar and handed one to each brother. “They are your size, I asked Ellen for measurements. So go get dressed and let’s go. The club is about 20 minutes from here and they are going to open up soon.”
Angel pushed both men towards the bathroom so they would get dressed. Once they were dressed and ready, they walked back out into the main room. Ellen’s mouth dropped at the sight of them. They were both wearing a black tux, but while Sam wore the bowtie, Dean just stuffed it into his pocket and went without it.
“Damn, you boys do clean up good,” Ellen chuckled as she took them all in.
“Thanks, Ellen,” Sam replied with a smile. “So huge issue, almost every demon that works for Azazel knows our faces. How are we even going to walk through the door?”
“Best thing about tonight, it’s masquerade night,” Angel responded with a cocky smile, handing both brothers a mask. “These should hide you, hopefully.”
Sam and Dean grabbed the black full face masks and examined them.
“Well let’s go, we need to be there before Azazel arrives.”
The trio said goodbye to Ellen and made their way out the Roadhouse. The brothers headed over to the Impala, but Angel told them it would be best to ride in her car since everyone knew their car. They all climbed into her little silver Toyota and made their way to Hell’s Gate. Once they arrived, the brothers straighten themselves out as they looked around that parking lot, only a few cars there.
“Place looks empty for a sex joint,” Dean examined, mask already on.
“It’s early,” Angel responded, removing her trench coat. “Everyone will show up later.”
Sam and Dean’s eyes grew wide in shock as they watched her remove her trench coat to reveal what she was wearing. She wore a silver sleeveless, sequin dress with small rhinestone chains draping her shoulders. The neckline was extremely low cut and half her back was exposed. The dress ended mid-thigh and she wore three silver chains around her neck like a choker, her hair pinned up in an updo with a few strands falling around her face. She placed her mask on which was a silver rhinestone one that covered only around her eyes.
“Wow,” Dean whispered before taking a big gulp.
“Yeah,” Sam huffed back, pulling at his collar.
“You boys ready to get this party started?” Angel asked as she made her way to the main building.
Sam and Dean followed her, letting her do all the talking once they made it to the door. She easily got them in and once they were inside, they noticed how full it actually was. Dancers on various stages while men and women alike were watching. Angel guided them to the bar, all three examining the area for any possible exits just in case. At the bar, Angel ordered three whiskey shots and gave one to each guy, taking hers in one swing.
“Hey there beautiful,” the male bartender said to Angel. “Looks like you’re one for sharing eh.”
He winked at the brothers and looked back at her.
“If you need extra company, my break will be coming up.”
“Not interested, big boy,” Angel responded in annoyance.
“Well, the offer still stands.”
As the bartender turned away, Angel turned to look at the debauchery before them, sighing.
“If my sources were correct, Azazel should be here soon.”
“Well, if your sources are wrong, at least we can get rid of a few demons in the process,” Dean mumbled as he leaned closer to her.
“Yeah but would have been best if we could have gotten two birds with one stone,” Sam added, his face very close to Angel’s ear.
“Don’t worry, you know the time and if he isn’t here by then, we clean out this area.”
The three stood there at the bar, watching as some couples headed to the back rooms for more private fun. But those that had stayed in the main room, didn’t hide what they were looking for. Sex everywhere, seeing couples going at it, trio’s, there was even an orgy going on in a corner. The place reeked of sex, which wasn’t helping the three either. Sam and Dean were only inches away from Angel, their breathing getting heavier as they watched these people get fucked.
Sam and Dean had spoken earlier how they both found Angel attractive and how they both wanted to flirt with her. In the end, they came to an agreement and left the matters there. But with what was going on in that room was not helping either of them, and by the looks of it, neither was it helping Angel.
“Damnit, we need to get out of here,” Angel groaned as she made her way towards the back rooms. Sam and Dean followed right behind, their eyes never leaving her. She entered a room and sat on the bed, her breathing heavy. Dean shut the door behind him once they were all inside.
“Something’s wrong, I feel hot,” Angel complained as she tugged at the hem of her dress.
“You are hot, baby,” Dean chuckled as his eyes roamed over her body.
“No, something doesn’t feel right,” she replied in annoyance, waving her hand in front of her face.
“What do you mean?” Sam asked, slowly making his way towards her.
“I mean, I have such an urge to fuck the both of you it’s killing me.”
Sam turned to look at Dean, who was already unbuttoning his sweat ridden shirt.
“Will admit, I’ve been feeling the same way the moment I saw you in that dress,” Dean confessed huskily.
Angel looked up to glare at Dean, but her eyes were dark with desire, her skin sweating as if she ran a marathon. She looked over at Sam to see him sweating just like them, his eyes narrowing on her. The three looked at each other as if wondering who would make the first move. Whatever was happening to them, it was as if it broke that last bit of resistance anyone had, because Angel ran towards Sam and jumped onto him, her arms wrapped around his neck as she planted her lips on his. Dean stood where he was as he watched his baby brother kiss the woman they had both desired. With both hands, Sam groped her ass as she wrapped her legs around his waist. She pressed her body as close to Sam as she possibly could, rubbing her breasts against his chest. Dean moved from his spot to stand behind her, placing his hands on her waist as he placed his lips and began to kiss her exposed back. She arched between them, biting down on Sam’s lip, causing him to bleed.
“Bed, now!” she exclaimed.
Dean pulled her from Sam’s arms and turned her around to kiss him, her body wrapped around his just like she did with Sam. As Dean made his way towards the bed, Sam moved to lock the door. He turned back to see his brother kissing Angel passionately as he laid her on the bed. Sam began to strip from his suit, making a quick job of it. He was only in his boxers when he reached the bed, pushing Dean out the way so he could continue kissing her. Dean made quick work of his clothes, fully naked and climbed the bed so that he was by her head.
Sam released her swollen lips and quickly lowered himself onto his knees, his hands spreading her legs apart.
“Wanna taste you, baby,” he groaned out as his face inched closer to her core, finding out in the process that she wore no underwear.
“Yes, please,” she begged, her hands reaching to dig into his hair, pushing his face closer.
Both brothers chuckled as their eyes met, Dean winked at Sam, and dipped his head into her neck, nibbling at her skin. Dean traveled from her shoulder over her collarbone, leaving a trail of kisses and bites behind as he reached her exposed cleavage.
“She’s overdressed Sam,” Dean huffed.
“Then undress her,” Sam replied before blowing on her soaking wet core.
Dean grabbed for the neckline of her dress and tore it open, receiving a gasp from her.
“That was my favorite dress.”
“Will buy you a new one after,” Dean replied as he ripped the torn cloth away, leaving it in shreds under her.
She wore nothing under her dress, giving both brothers joy to know she was naked underneath the entire time. Sam couldn’t wait any longer, sliding his tongue along her slit, teasing her before pushing it through to her clit. He looked up with blown pupils as he watched her thrive in pleasure, Dean reaching her breasts as his mouth took in a nipple, his fingers teasing the other until it was hard. Sam dragged his tongue up and down inside her, causing her body to arch up. He suckled on her clit like a baby eating from its mother. His tongue moved down to her core, lapping up the juices that flowed from her entrance. While Sam’s tongue fucked her, Dean was biting and suckling on her nipples, switching from one to the other, causing her skin to turn purple. Whenever a nipple wasn’t in his mouth, he would use his free hand to twist the nub with his fingers, causing a rush of pleasurable pain course through her body.
The twisting and biting from Dean, plus Sam’s tongue, she couldn’t hold back any longer. She screamed out in pleasure, her body arching as far off the bed as she could with both men holding her down. She rode out her high as Sam swallowed her pleasure, Dean massaging her breasts.
But it wasn’t enough.
“More, need more,” she breathed out heavily as she came down from her first orgasm.
“We can give you more, baby,” Dean whispered in her ear, lifting her up and moving her to be on top of him.
Dean laid beneath her, his cock pushing at her entrance. And just as desperate as she was, he couldn’t wait. He pushed his cock into her in one swift motion and they both gasped in pleasure. Her heat encircled him, causing it hard to move out of fear that he would orgasm the moment he did.
“Have you gotten fucked in the ass, baby?” Sam asked from behind them.
“Yeah, once,” Angel replied with a slight stutter.
“Good, gonna spread those cheeks for me real good,” he groaned out as he searched the cabinets of the nightstand next to the bed.
Dean slowly began to pull out, moaning out as soon as just the tip was inside, and then he rammed his cock right back into her. Once Sam found what he needed, he removed his boxers and grabbed the bottle of lube he found. Once the bottle was open, he used his free hand to spread her asscheeks open, dropping some of the bottle’s contents on her hole. He heard her gasp, probably from the cold liquid. He emptied half the bottle on her and closed it, throwing it across the room. He grabbed both cheeks and massaged them together to make sure her hole was covered. To test the area out, he spread her open again and used a finger to slowly penetrate her, receiving a scream.
“Fuck, Sam, think she liked that because she went tight on me,” Dean groaned out, throwing his head back.
Sam finger fucked her asshole for a bit, making sure her hole was covered in lube. As he did so, Dean was ramming his cock into her, using all his strength to not end his pleasure so quickly. Her heat engulfed him, her breasts rubbed against his chest, her lips pressed against his as he felt her moans vibrate through him. It was finally Sam’s time to enter her, which he did slowly so she could adjust. As Sam entered her, Dean stopped his movements, holding her in place so Sam could slide in. It was a bit of a slow process, but finally, Sam slid all the way in. Her eyes flew open and rolling back in pleasure as she was fully filled from both holes.
“Fuck she is tight,” Sam grunted as he adjusted himself, grabbing his brother’s legs to pull them to the edge of the bed so he could stand.
“Hell yeah she is, fucking perfect,” Dean answered before lifting his head to nibble on her earlobe.
“Just fuck me you animals!” she screamed out.
And that’s what they did. Dean lifted his hips, his hands holding her hips in place. Sam pulled out slowly at first but after his second push in, he didn’t hesitate. He quickened his pace, loving how tight she felt around his cock. Both brothers didn’t hold back as they fucked her senseless, Sam’s hands on her back as Dean caressed and held her hips. The sounds of skin slapping against skin, their moans and groans echoing in the room, this was wild animal sex. Their bodies soaked in sweat as they all reached their high quickly. Sam and Dean held on for dear life until they heard her scream out in pleasure, her body convulsing between them as they joined her in such orgasmic pleasure. They both came right after she did, their cocks filling her to the brim with cream. All three rode out their high as they caught their breath.
Once the brother’s softened, they pulled out and she turned over off Dean, laying on the bed as they all caught their breath.
“That’s what I call a goddamn good fuck,” Angel chuckled.
“Gotta say, I agree with you there,” Dean laughed out.
Their moment of joy was interrupted with a banging at the door. Dean and Sam quickly threw on their pants as Angel grabbed one of their shirts to wear.
“We know you’re in there Demon Hunter, so come out here and face your punishment!”
“Fuck, they found out,” Angel whispered.
Dean grabbed his jacket and pulled out two knives, Sam doing the same with his jacket. Dean handed Angel a knife and the three got ready for whoever was on the other side of the door.
“You made sure your plan would be ready?” Sam asked as the banging continued.
“Double checked and everything,” Angel replied.
The door suddenly burst into pieces and two men stood at the entrance, their eyes fully black.
“There’s the damn bitch!” one exclaimed.
Sam and Dean rushed the two demons, stabbing them and pushing a card through the wounds. Both demons broke free and pushed away, standing as they got their bearings. Before they could even register what had happened, Angel was chanting an exorcism out loud, causing both demons to writhe in pain, before leaving the body. Once the black smoke was gone, both bodies dropped dead on the floor.
“Ok, didn’t expect that to work,” Dean said as he looked between the two.
“Told you, those cards not only have a devil’s trap on them but they are bathed in holy water. So it dazes the demon out long enough for the exorcism to work. Now let’s move.”
The trio made their way down the hall and into the main room. Once they were there, they noticed that everyone was surrounding the main stage in the middle of the club, Azazel standing there with a smile on his face.
“Welcome boys, I assume you both had a wonderful time here,” he said with an evil tone to his voice.
“Azazel,” Dean whispered.
“Well, now that we are all together, why don’t we play a little game I like to call, Cat and Mouse. And you, are the mouse!”
“Fuck you, demon!” Dean exclaimed before he began the exorcism chant.
Everyone that was a demon began to react, leaving their vessels. But when they tried to fly off, they realized they couldn’t move from the center. Azazel looked up at the ceiling and saw a glow in the dark devil’s trap, which was holding all the demons inside. One by one they all made their way back to hell just like the exorcism ordered. By the time the last demon disappeared, Dean was exhausted from repeating that chant by heart. Azazel was still standing on the stage, the one that wasn’t inside the trap.
“You are going to pay for that mess,” Azazel began.
“Not really, since we are going to kill…oophm!”
Sam turned to see Dean knocked out cold on the floor, Angel holding the blunt part of her knife up in the air. Sam looked at Angel in shock.
“What the hell is going on?” he exclaimed, his eyes shifting between Azazel’s smiling face and Angel’s back.
“Just shut up,” Angel stated as she turned and kicked Sam in the face, knocking him out as well.
The silence in the room was broken by Azazel’s clapping. She looked up at him, her face stoic.
“Well done, (Y/N),” Azazel praised. “Did not think you would get through this. You didn’t have to send all my demons down to hell you know.”
“Just because I was working for you doesn’t mean I stop being a hunter. You’re damn lucky I won’t send you the hell where you belong. And why did you spike our drinks? I told you I had a plan!”
“Darling, even if you tried, I would just come right back up and make your life a living hell,” Azazel replied with a wicked smile on his face. "And I just wanted to be safe than sorry. At least you got a quick fuck out of it."
“Alright, you got what you wanted, now give me my freedom,” (Y/N) demanded, extending her arm out to him. On the inside of her arm was a black marking, something anyone would take as a tattoo. But it was Azazel’s symbol of dealings, the one that was only used on serious deals.
Azazel smiled at her and waved his hand, the markings disappearing from her skin. She rubbed the spot, making sure it was gone.
“You are no longer a vessel choice for our Lord, Lucifer. It’s a shame though, if I would have known you would have turned out like this, I would have placed my bet on you rather than Sammy boy here.”
“I’m no one’s vessel, let alone the king of demons.”
“Was this really your main motive? I mean you could have avoided the choice when the time came.”
“It’s not my main motive,” (Y/N) replied while looking down at the brothers on the floor. “But it was number two on my list.”
“And number one is?”
“Vengeance from John Winchester.”
“Oh, so it was their father who killed your entire family,” Azazel whistled out.
“My family were peaceful witches, using their magic only to help those in need,” (Y/N) said, lost in the memory. “Yet that bastard came and burned my home with my entire family inside. Didn’t ask questions, just murdered and burned them.”
(Y/N) looked down at Sam and a wicked smile etched her lips.
“To know John is in hell, screaming in pain, and to see his boy become the Devil’s vessel, that’s all I needed to feel complete.”
“And are you going to stop using my demons as daily meals?”
“No,” (Y/N) replied, her eyes landing on Azazel before turning fully black. “Gonna need their blood for more power.”
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El regreso de Neve Campbell como Sidney Prescott en Scream 7 generó una enorme expectación entre los seguidores de la saga. Sin embargo, lo que prometía ser un homenaje a la historia original terminó convirtiéndose en una decepción cuando los créditos comenzaron a rodar. Aunque la película ofreció algunas muertes creativas y una sólida trama familiar, la revelación final de los asesinos Ghostface…
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The point of the twist, the point of that final line from Nerissa isn’t that Faith is alive. It’s a reminder that people like her are reduced to things that others don’t want to do and then are forced to suffer through it in silence.
