Murmur - SN fic - PG

[tigriswolf]

Title: Murmur
Fandom: "Supernatural"
Disclaimer: The Demon and the Winchester's are not mine.  I wrote this purely because I can.
Warnings: in the future, but no spoilers
Pairings: none
Rating: PG
Wordcount: rounding up to 360
Point of view: third

Danger, the wind whispers and she hears. Upon a time, she would have ignored it, continued on her way, but now she feels that it is true.

Danger, the wind whispers, and she sees. Two men, warriors, brothers, saviors, destroyers—lost and lonely and unable to find a way out of their life.

Danger, the wind whispers and she smells the stench of burning flesh, of fire.

Danger, the wind whispers and she tastes ashes mingled with regret in her mouth.

Danger, the wind whispers and she feels… cold. Nothing. 

Danger, the wind howls and she knows they are coming. 

She is the last of the unclaimed children, the youngest to know the truth. All the others, her brothers and sisters of death and flame, have been destroyed by the two men the winds warn her of. 

She is the last of the unclaimed children and the first to fight back is coming for her, prepared to end her as he has all the rest. He was raised as an instrument of vengeance against their creator, their father of flame and death and blood, and he was raised well for such an end. The wind murmurs of the one with him, his brother of flesh and bone, his brother of spirit, and the wind tells her to be wary.

She is the last of the unclaimed children, the only one not taken yet that could be. And he is the first, the oldest, most powerful—and beyond their father’s claim.

Danger, the wind shrieks and she feels the blade on her neck. It will be quick, painless; they are merciful. They do not take delight in killing.

Her eldest brother, her only living brother, is not like her. Wreathed in flame, with weapons in each hand, he is an avenging angel, only content when she is dead. But he will take no pleasure from the act. 

She is the last of the unclaimed children and he is the first. Everything comes full circle in the end, she supposes, and their father is already gone.

The wind sighs as the sun rises, and the warriors are on their way.

 

Comments

[chrismouse.livejournal.com]

That was AWESOME. Nice pacing, evocative language that reminded me of all the old epic fantasies I've read. And I really enjoyed the way you flipped the perspective around to the demon's point of view, especially one of the "unclaimed children." When I read the first sentence, I thought the wind was speaking to the Winchesters, and it was really cool when I realised it was speaking OF them instead.

[tigriswolf]

Thank you! That was part of my intent.