Warning/Tags: Violence, lots of cursing
Summary:Â Demon Dean decides to take part in a legendarily difficult fairy challenge known as the wild hunt. Taking part in a âPocket dimensionâ, he and others must survive murderous and weird fae attacks in hopes of surviving, and winning the grand prize - the Blackfield Codex, a book of black magic second only to the Book of the Damned. But fairies donât play fair. And Dean may have a secret motive all his own.
Quarter to midnight, they were out on the beach with maybe a dozen others. He recognized the wraith, the ghoul, and the werewolves from the demon bar, and there were a couple other demons here as well, eyeing him like he was human Dean and about to spoil their fun. Whatever.
The fairy who met them all there was human looking, although she smelled like hydrogen peroxide and dust, which was weirdly what âlightâ fairies smelled like. Dark ones usually smelled like rust and silicone. She looked like Lisa Bonet circa Angel Heart, and Dean was really good with that. Had he ever slept with a fairy? He didnât think so, and it would be a nice challenge, but then again, he bet they were into some really freaky shit. The ones who seemed most innocent usually were. But he bet dark fairies were as fun as hell, assuming they didnât kill you during the act. They were probably like black widow spiders, though. Mate and kill.
To scan you, the fairy simply held up her hand. There wasnât even a light or anything, but she caught the wraith trying to sneak in a silver knife, meaning it was working. Of course, he came through the scan fine, because the only weapon he currently had on him was the First Blade, and that was made of bones and unholy rage - not what they were scanning for. Emma came up clean too. But if she was a witch with genuine skill, she was her own weapon, much like him.
Once everybody was scanned, the good fairy told them, âYou will know the end of the world when you come to it. There is no turning back from this point. If you want to leave, do it now.â Everyone looked around, but no one left. They didnât jump through all these fucking hoops to give up last second. The fairy then snapped her fingers, and a light suddenly erupted over them, so bright you could see it through your lids when you closed your eyes.