patricide - SN ficlet, PG, gen

[tigriswolf]

Title: patricide
Fandom: Supernatural
Disclaimer: not my characters
Warnings: future AU; possible blasphemy
Pairings: none stated
Rating: PGish
Wordcount: 666
Point of view: third

 

God is

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It's dawn. The sun is not rising. There is a shadow where the sun used to be. There is a shadow, deep and dark and swallowing up the whole wide world, and people are running, people are screaming, people are praying.

It's dawn. It's a cold dawn, blood on the air and in the water and soaking into the ground.

It's dawn, and the only light across the Earth is fire billowing from the deep.

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God is the Father

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Those who survive the first wave don't have long. Without the light of the sun, everything dies. The oceans freeze where they don't burn from hellfire; plants wither and air vanishes into dying lungs.

Everywhere, people beg for salvation. Wring their hands, hold their loved ones. Flee to the churches, to the synagogues, to the mosques, to the temples, to the mountains.

It doesn't matter where they go. A shadow has eaten the sun and Hell is scorching the Earth.

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God is the Father and

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Hunters don't pray. They hunt and they fight and they die, ripped apart by the first of all demons, by the Prince of Lies.

Everywhere, there is Death, on his pale horse, killing with a word and a glance, collecting souls for his lord, the one light left, the glorious and unforgiving MorningStar.

His brothers are by his side, Pestilence and Famine and War. It is the end, dawn with no sun, and a shadow takes the sky.

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God is the Father(why have you forsaken me?)

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Demons do not need air or water or shelter. Demons do not need food or sleep.

Demons take the Earth and rebuild it with the bones of all the life that came before(after) them, fashioned with malice and greed, and in the center, in Hell's gaping maw, there is a palace of black crystal and pale flawless ivory.

The palace is painted red with angelic blood.

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God is the Father and fathers(is it finished?)

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None of his demons dare speak his name. They whisper, mutter, whimper where they think he cannot hear.

He hears everything. He is everything. Earth is a stepping stone from Hell to the sky, and soon he will ascend that final plane and shatter the last of all resistance.

He is the MorningStar, the greatest and brightest, once favored and now feared.

There is no God, he tells his demons and devils and hordes of monsters salivating for Heaven's gold. There is no God. There is only a lie, only an empty throne, no one home and no one to stop me.

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God is (not)

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A new sun dawns, new creatures roam, and the demons plot amongst themselves, hoping to take power and make the world completely their own.

It isn't even a challenge when he turns them to blood and drinks them down.

He still has not taken Heaven. No one whispers anymore, and no one dares ask him why he's waiting.

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God is (nowhere and nothing, Father, my Father)

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He sits on what was once a beach. Water no longer exists, or sand, or salt air. The world is a barren wasteland.

Hell on Earth is nothingness. The monsters he reigns over no longer have any fun because there is nothing and nobody to torture.

The irony would make him chuckle if he remembered how.

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God is (gone, forgotten us, gone gone, my Father why?)

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He leaves the palace. Wanders over dust, searching for something eons gone. Eons out of reach. Too many mistakes, too many false friends trusted, too many wrong choices made and wrong paths trod.

He has not taken Heaven because the souls of those gone still reside there. All the souls not in Hell are in Heaven.

He will not take Heaven because there is hope left, so long as Dean is still there.

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God is the Father and fathers always die.

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In Heaven, he waits.

Sam will come, he knows. Sam will come and Dean will open the gates wide.

Comments

[eva-lain.livejournal.com]

Thank you so much! It's Brilliant, always.

[tigriswolf]

Thank you for reading!

[ciaranbochna.livejournal.com]

Vivid. I could imagine ever blistering moment of that. And for some reason I was seeing the skexies castle from The Dark Crystal, sharp and brutal.

There is always that little bit of hope, love that.

[tigriswolf]

Thank you so much!

[ktvn.livejournal.com]

That was beautiful. :)

[tigriswolf]

Thank you!

[monicawoe.livejournal.com]

Gorgeous, as your work always is. Have I ever mentioned how awesome I find your appropriate Wordcount totals? ; )

[tigriswolf]

*hee* It's fun trying to fit a drabble into that number.

Thank you so much!

[azinazelle.livejournal.com]

Your word count - pure win.

The last part is so bittersweet and heartbreaking. Sam won't ever take Heaven because he wants Dean to be happy but Dean won't ever be happy until Sam joins him. *sighs*

[tigriswolf]

Thank you! I try to use that wordcount when Sam is waving his Anti-Christ flag.

[keerawa.livejournal.com]

*shivers* I loved the way you wove the 'God is' statements through your apocalyptic narrative, the echoes of Gethsemane, and 'God is (not)' actually caused me to physically recoil from the screen.

[tigriswolf]

Thank you so much!

[tifaching.livejournal.com]

Haunting. The comments about God interspersed throughout the work were masterful. Sam won't take heaven because Dean is there. Dean is waiting for Sam in heaven. So typical of them. Loved it.

[tigriswolf]

Thank you for reading!

[caffienekitty]

A fascinating concept, well executed.

[tigriswolf]

Thank you!