Post by cko on Apr 28, 2009 2:34:37 GMT -5
The screech, and the look of the scary beak angling open, flickered a memory in Sam's mind. A big black raven on a church parapet, under a lowering sky. The Omen. That movie. The little kid, the Anti-Chri....oh.
"What. You mean...the End of Days? The Soul has something to do with the End of Days? The Apocalypse?" Sam looked at the Devil, suddenly aghast. "It..it can't be anything like that. That's too...serious."
The Devil's look hardened again, his blue eyes turning to ice. "Serious, Sammy? Serious? You haven't seen serious. Yet."
Sam's lips parted, his mind blank. All he could feel was a surge of genuine fear. As he stared dumbly across the round table, he saw a movement behind the Devil. A face dropped into view behind the Evil One's shoulder. Marlena, licking her lips and profferring a small tray.
"Well, gentlemen," she purred. "Who's treating whom?"
"What. You mean...the End of Days? The Soul has something to do with the End of Days? The Apocalypse?" Sam looked at the Devil, suddenly aghast. "It..it can't be anything like that. That's too...serious."
The Devil's look hardened again, his blue eyes turning to ice. "Serious, Sammy? Serious? You haven't seen serious. Yet."
Sam's lips parted, his mind blank. All he could feel was a surge of genuine fear. As he stared dumbly across the round table, he saw a movement behind the Devil. A face dropped into view behind the Evil One's shoulder. Marlena, licking her lips and profferring a small tray.
"Well, gentlemen," she purred. "Who's treating whom?"