Saul's Book

[Saul Romo]

Prologue:

Everything was in complete waste. The animals were close to starvation, they were now eating each other to survive. Oh, how that cracked a smile on my face. Every single pathetic beast now forgot about their own civilized rules and tortured each other for a measly scrap of meat. If only they had shown their loyalty to my father, if only they didn’t stand with the false hopes of those pathetic angels, if only those angels didn’t fill their hearts with the promises of God coming to save them. Thankfully, none of this happened or else I would have had a very boring day.
Perfect, the two souls I’ve been looking for, the two infamous brothers that still fight for the good of man kind. I would laugh if it wasn’t so pathetic, they should have given up years ago. Might as well go introduce myself, don’t want them to think I’m ungentlemanly.
As slow as possible I fly towards them. I can see the fear in the small fries eyes; apparently he still thinks Alistair will return. That would be against nature, but as I look around, everything now is against nature. Tall, dark, and geeky seems to have his hand up. I force myself not to laugh, because I know they don’t know who I truly am. I should walk closer now, oh how I need a smoke. I pop a cigarette into my mouth and look up at Sam. How sad, still trying to kill me, and Dean seems to be letting it happen, guess he gave up on trying to change him.
“So you’re the kid everyone says is the antichrist. Oh for the love of, umm, well whatever the hell is still left, put your hand down Sam, I’m not a demon.”
“Who the hell are you?” Dean actually talked. No, we can’t have this, he can’t interrupt me every chance he gets. Good-bye Dean.
“Dean, DEAN! Where are you, what have you done to my brother!?”
“Temper, temper Sammy. You need to learn how to control it my dear boy.”
“Answer me! Where’s Dean!?”
“Your brother is fine, I’ll bring him back, I promise in the name of my father, now-“
“Wait, your father, you’re an angel, but I thought all you cowards ran back to the safety of paradise. Wait, your eyes, they’re yellow, but we killed you.”
“Sorry, lost my temper, and I’m not Azazel, if that’s what you’re thinking, Dean did kill him, now don’t interrupt me again or I will keep Dean in the dark.”
“Fine, who are you?”
“I am Antione Christ but I am also someone else, but you’ll understand that part later, and I want you to hear my story Sam so please, shut up and listen.”
“Why would I listen to you, I don’t even know who you are, or what you have done to my brother. For all I know you could kill me this instant, just like you did to Dean.”
“Ha, you still think Dean is dead, and here I thought five years of soaking up demon blood would have given you more than history smarts. Now where was I, ah yes, as I was saying, I need to tell you about my life.”
How pathetic, he’s crying. I need to stay calm, and when all this is over, I will have won.
“Sam will you let me tell you my story or are you just going to stand there like an ****. Hurry, you’re wasting my precious time, I need you to say yes now.”
“One question, why me, why tell me your story?”
“Because Sam, you’re my chosen boy. Dean was God’s chosen boy, but then again, any righteous man who chooses to go to the wrong path would have done it for him. No, my father hand picked you to end the apocalypse in his name, but for this to happen you must know my story so you can finally answer my one question.”
“What question?”
“Be patient Sam, wait until I finish my story, then I shall tell you my question. Now, are you willing to listen?”
“Yes.”

[Saul Romo]

Chapter 1:

My story starts months before the tragic event with your mother. I was lying lazily around, not worrying about anything. That is until I heard a voice call me from above. This was the start of all my problems, and the Winchesters.
“Antione, come here!”
Damn it. I was just getting comfortable. Who would call me anyways, I’m not bothering anyone. It better not be any damn demon, or I swear I’ll kill them.
“Who wants me!? I was just getting ready to rest and someone dares disturb me.”
“I do, Antione, now come up here.”
“Oh, hello father, as you wish.” He is such a pathetic man. How can a fallen angel be able to rule anything when he himself couldn’t follow God’s simple rules? Hell is such a pathetic wasteland; chaos rules the underworld, not my old man.
“Antione, the year I planned almost approaches, put the plan in motion.”
“Yes, father, as you wish.”
****, he still thinks the plan is his. He’s such an arrogant bastard, but not that it matters, he won’t interfere with my plans. Now I need to find him, where can I get my hands on Azazel. He’s probably hanging out with his many children, but whatever, I’ll find him. I’ll make him the first step into my plan, my pawn in this long chess game. Found him.
“Azazel, come here, I need to speak with you.”
“What do you want, I’m busy.”
“Respect me Azazel. I need you to help me out with a little problem, for you see, I need you to go to Earth and create more children.”
“Children, Antione, you want me to make more children.”
“In a manner of speaking, oh wipe that smug off your face. You see, I don’t need you to impregnate a human, I want you to bleed into the mouths of the children, baptize them in my name.”
“No, I won’t harm myself, or leave my children without a father.”
“What are you talking about?”
“The hunters, Antione, the hunters. If they don’t kill me, they will exorcise me back here, and you know that once a demon of my level gets a whiff of the human world, we don’t want to return, but I want to return, for the sake of my children.”
“But if they do exorcise you, I’ll make sure to send you back myself, no big deal.”
“But what if they kill me, Antione?”
“How can they kill you, humans can’t kill demons, only I can, and right now that seems like a pretty good option.”
“What about the Colt?”
“That fairy tale, we all know the Colt doesn’t exist.”
“But, what if it does?”
“Fine, let’s make a deal, I’ll protect you from anything in the outside world, and you shall follow my directions to the point. Do we agree on this?”
“Well, if you’ll protect me from anything, then we do have a deal.”
A smile erupted across my face at this time. Once our hands touched, I transferred some of my powers into him, his eyes turned yellow, but that did not make him like me. He was protected by me, but I also made sure that I could see what he saw, and that it would be my blood to be poured into the mouths of the children. All was going well, soon my plan would be finished, and I wouldn’t have to do much. As I watched Azazel go through the opening I made for him, as my eyes shared his vision, I couldn’t help but think, what would happen if I lose?

Chapter 2:

“You sent the Yellow-Eyed Demon after all those families, you destroyed all of them.”
“Calm down Sam, yes I did, but I had to. I can’t make deals, only demons; some even make it their life purposes to collect deals, but you already knew that.”
“But you didn’t have to, Dean and I could have had a regular life, we could have finished school and had a family.”
“Well, you didn’t, so shut up and let me continue my story.”
“Fine, but why Azazel? I mean, what made him so special?”
“He was weak, not physically weak, but psychologically. If you were paying attention, you would have noticed that he loved children, which is why he thought I showed a sign of weakness.”
“What, when did he think that?”
“When I told him to take that smug off his face. No demon is allowed to show feelings for other things, but Azazel loves his children so much, he would do anything for them. I used that love to make him make people like you. I knew that once he did, he would protect you as if you were his own, and I can use that for my own gain.”
“Fine, continue with your story.”
“Thank you Sam, I will.”

[Saul Romo]

Chapter 3:

I saw everything through Azazel’s eyes, while I was in hell, safe from the outside corruption. I even spoke to him, gave him advice. Our first subject was an eighteen year old woman. Azazel wanted to control the first person he saw, he was anxious to see his part of the plan finished, but I was still not done with him. I forced him to control that woman’s lover, or boyfriend. It was easier than I imagined. How simple it was to get rid of their free will, to bend their bodies to do our will?
Azazel, this human loves this women, or am I wrong.
“You are correct, this man does love her.”
Good, has he asked her to marry her yet?
“Yes, he has. Even as we speak he wishes for me to let him go, so he can spend time with his fiancé.
Ok, now listen closely Azazel, I need you to go to her. Talk to her, set a date for the wedding, this will please her. Next, talk to her about how many children they are going to have. If she starts to sidetrack this conversation, let her, but go back to it until she begins to talk about it herself. If she goes along with it, well that would be just perfect.
“This would be much easier if I just took over someone else and threatened to kill this man if she doesn’t make the deal.”
That is true, but I need the deal to go like this.
“Why? What difference does it make, and anyways wouldn’t she find it odd when I try to make the deal with her?”
Leave that to me Azazel, I already have it planned out.
“Fine, as you wish.”
I saw Azazel go through with my plan. I saw through him the house the vessel lived in. It was a two story house, with blue shingles and a blue door. I saw three windows at the front of the house and a gate that led to the backyard.
Azazel reached the front door and opened it. He walked through the door and was greeted by the vessels fiancé. She was talking to him and Azazel was answering, but I was paying no attention to them. The inside of the house was more beautiful than the outside. I was envious of her. She lived in a perfectly structured house, while I lived the pit. How I wish she would die.
“What’s wrong with your eyes babe?”
“Nothing’s wrong dear.” Control yourself Antione, you almost got us caught. Our eyes flashed yellow, why I thought I was in control.
You’re in control of the body, but I control the emotions, seeing as I’m better at it.
You could barely control yourself right now.
Whatever, just hurry up and continue with the conversation.
I zoned out again and let them talk for awhile. I found it interesting how Azazel could influence the woman; make her calm enough that she focused on every little aspect of the conversation. Then again, it could just be that she believes she is talking to her fiancé. Guess humans saying love is deep was just a bunch of crap.
“Honey, I realized that we have never talked about if we want children.” What, Azazel started this part already. I hoped it wasn’t too soon.
“Do you really want to talk about it this soon?”
“Of course I do.”
“Well, it’s just that I’m scared.”
She’s scared, of what.
Azazel ask her what she is afraid of, and be persistent if she doesn’t answer you right away.
“What are you afraid of; nothing is going to happen to you or the baby.” Perfectly worded Azazel, I choose the right demon for this.
“I’m afraid that you are going to leave me, just like my father left my mother when I was born.”
Azazel, allow me to take over. I can finish the rest from here.
Fine, take over, but just for now.
As soon as Azazel gave up control, all the emotions swept over me. I felt sadness for the man knew what we planned to do, fear for her safety, and happiness. The happiness caught me off guard, for I have never felt something so pure and so wonderful. It was like a drug that never ended. No, I could not let it interfere with my plan.
“I will never leave you, I promise you this.”
“I believe you, but that still doesn’t mean I’m not afraid.”
“I know. When would you like to have our child?”
“Well, when my looks start to go, so, in ten years.”
“Fine, promise me this, in ten years, when we have our child, will you allow me to go inside the house.”
“Of course, why wouldn’t I?”
I didn’t answer her. I leaned forward and kissed her on the lips, sealing the deal with her. She set her own date of destruction, and the husband knew that, for he was know crying in desperation for us to free him so he could comfort her.
Azazel, I want you to take over and excuse yourself to the restroom. There you will exit the man’s body and I shall modify his memory. He will believe the conversation was all his and have no recollection of us, understand.
Azazel did not answer. He merely excused himself to the restroom and did as I told him. I began to modify the man’s memory. Exiting the man was the most painful experience of my life. The coldness swept over me that I couldn’t how it happened. I was in hell, with all the fire and brimstone surrounding me, and yet all I felt was coldness. As quickly as the pain came, that was how quickly it left.
I made sure to recover myself as quickly as possible. I gave Azazel the order to continue with the plan however he wanted, but to ask them permission to enter the house in ten years to come. He did as I asked. He was sometimes caught by some hunters. Luckily for him, I bailed him out, and killed some of the hunters for the fun of it. Soon, he would have killed many to be feared.