Post by Meg Masters on Apr 29, 2008 22:25:07 GMT -4
The last few months had been rather silent for Meg Masters. Silent in the way she had spent a good portion of her time occupied in growing her strength. Her father had contacted her and she had spent countless days gathering the strength and ability for what would be called of next. To many who had been on her tail it was as if Meg Masters had simply disappeared who had been sent back to hell by some lucky demon hunter who had managed to get the upper hand on her. That had not been the case though; she had spent her months in Louisiana learning several skills her father deemed necessary for their next step.
As their demon army was growing so were the hunters on the Winchester’s side but there had to be an equalizing force and Meg was about to prove that they no longer needed to be up close and personal in order to rip apart Sam Winchester. Of course he wasn’t meant to die…if she did it correctly, he was only meant to suffer and for his mind to eventually shatter so that it could be used and manipulated in anyway they saw fit.
She had made her way to the spot she knew to be the Devil’s Gate it would be the spot where she would need to work if only till she got a stronger grasp upon her new found skill. After all she was a demon not a witch but now she had a little bit of both worlds thanks to the old hag in the bayou. She made her way slowly through the old cemetery the dead leaves and flowers crunching underneath her boots as she made her way towards the gate. She knew what lay behind it even though it still remained firmly sealed the energy was there and it flower through her veins at an orgasmic rate.
She knelt down in front of the old cryptic and set her satchel down upon the floor next to her. She pulled out a goblet and securely placed it upon the ground and then next she pulled a dagger and then finally a few different pouches of herbs and a few pieces of fabric and a picture. As soon as her supplies were lane out upon the floor the incantation began to fall from her lips her eyes jet black as she the pieces of fabric and the photograph into the goblet.
“Let us in Samuel,” Meg whispered her voice not even sounding like it belonged to her any longer as she grasped the dagger and sliced her arms clear up to her elbows her blood spilling into the goblet in droves as the incantation grew stronger and the wind tore through the graveyard as distant thunder claps grew louder and stronger. As the blood covered the fabric and picture of Sam Winchester it became engulfed in a blue flame as the incantation froze on Meg’s lips and the world went silent around her, the blacks of her eyes gleaming in the night.
“The games startin boys,” Meg whispered with a smile as she tipped the goblet into the ground in front of the Devil’s Gate where it sucked into the ground with a screech. Meg had just performed a binding curse with Sam Winchester leaving his mind open to be attacked by demons and his body to be attacked by her at any given time. She smiled down at the gashes which tore through the flesh on her arms as she licked the blood from the dagger.
“See you soon Sammy,” she whispered taking the remaining blood mixture and swallowing it with a smile knowing the agony Sam Winchester was about to endure.
As their demon army was growing so were the hunters on the Winchester’s side but there had to be an equalizing force and Meg was about to prove that they no longer needed to be up close and personal in order to rip apart Sam Winchester. Of course he wasn’t meant to die…if she did it correctly, he was only meant to suffer and for his mind to eventually shatter so that it could be used and manipulated in anyway they saw fit.
She had made her way to the spot she knew to be the Devil’s Gate it would be the spot where she would need to work if only till she got a stronger grasp upon her new found skill. After all she was a demon not a witch but now she had a little bit of both worlds thanks to the old hag in the bayou. She made her way slowly through the old cemetery the dead leaves and flowers crunching underneath her boots as she made her way towards the gate. She knew what lay behind it even though it still remained firmly sealed the energy was there and it flower through her veins at an orgasmic rate.
She knelt down in front of the old cryptic and set her satchel down upon the floor next to her. She pulled out a goblet and securely placed it upon the ground and then next she pulled a dagger and then finally a few different pouches of herbs and a few pieces of fabric and a picture. As soon as her supplies were lane out upon the floor the incantation began to fall from her lips her eyes jet black as she the pieces of fabric and the photograph into the goblet.
“Let us in Samuel,” Meg whispered her voice not even sounding like it belonged to her any longer as she grasped the dagger and sliced her arms clear up to her elbows her blood spilling into the goblet in droves as the incantation grew stronger and the wind tore through the graveyard as distant thunder claps grew louder and stronger. As the blood covered the fabric and picture of Sam Winchester it became engulfed in a blue flame as the incantation froze on Meg’s lips and the world went silent around her, the blacks of her eyes gleaming in the night.
“The games startin boys,” Meg whispered with a smile as she tipped the goblet into the ground in front of the Devil’s Gate where it sucked into the ground with a screech. Meg had just performed a binding curse with Sam Winchester leaving his mind open to be attacked by demons and his body to be attacked by her at any given time. She smiled down at the gashes which tore through the flesh on her arms as she licked the blood from the dagger.
“See you soon Sammy,” she whispered taking the remaining blood mixture and swallowing it with a smile knowing the agony Sam Winchester was about to endure.