Chapter 55

I awoke that night, in the arms of Margaery Tyrell, my lovely bride, very pleased that she seemed to pick up a more nocturnal schedule now. I chuckled as I imagined myself in bed with Natalie Dormer, the actress who portrayed her in Game of Thrones, but I actually liked Margaery better in a way. She was a genuine delight, no doubt of that, charming and everything. She was certainly quite sensual, something that I couldn’t be absolutely sure about with an actress I had never met.

“Shower first?” Margaery asked me, her eyes pleading with me as we rose to begin our activities.

“Yes, but let’s take turns showering. Pair up. Everyone gets a quickie in the shower, but then we have business to conduct here. We’re going into an entirely different universe tonight, with rather distinct rules, so bear that in mind. This includes you hostages, of course. You’ll have to tag along.

“We have to operate at night, of course, and we have to meet up with Sam and Dean Winchester, among other people. Not to mention that I’d like to meet Castiel, Anna, Chuck Shurley, Bobby Singer, and a few others. We have a bit of work to do in the point of the story where we arrive, of course. We have the urgent job of changing the direction of the show, move it onto the path where it should have gone,” I instructed my posse as we geared up to go into the Supernatural universe.

Of course, we had to go at night, since only I had the Ring of Amara. Thankfully, we could land at any point of the night and skip over to another night, if necessary. We could skip around as much as necessary to avoid sunlight and we would. I was sure of that much. We would. If I had to go into other universes to get some backup, I could do that, too. I certainly had influence in enough different places, didn’t I?

Of all places where to land, though, we ended up in the same chamber as Ruby, Sam, and Lilith. Really, I thought? Yep, apparently so, with Dean charging for the door. I chuckled as I realized that we arrived at a very pivotal scene and had a choice. We could prevent or at least delay the Apocalypse, thus upending the series for a significant period of time. Sam stood there, ready to finish off Lilith, still convinced that this would save the world instead of endangering it.

I simply seized Sam for a second and sank my fangs into his neck, shocking him with the pain and forcing him to break his focus. Then Justen and Damon grabbed Ruby with surprising strength, startling her, as she didn’t expect to face anyone half that strong. Lilith sneered as she rose, thinking that perhaps I would slay her and break the seal instead. Instead, I began chanting the words of exorcism, causing her to laugh at me and lunge at me. I hurled her back with ease, landing her flat on her back.

“Take her with us, guys. Far away from here. Both of them, in fact. We’ll have to keep them as captives for a while. As long as she isn’t killed in this universe, maybe we can control the outcome here. At least for a little while. And that gives us more options, you see. We can have a little fun with this world, with the angels, demons, and ... others. Sorry, Sam, but I can’t let you know what the score is.

“Sam, look at me. Believe what I tell you. You made the right choice. You didn’t kill Lilith. You didn’t break the last seal of the Apocalypse. But Ruby attacked you for your refusal, and so did Lilith on top of that. You don’t need demon blood. You need this blood instead,” I glamored Sam Winchester as I fed him some of my blood to keep better track of him, “now open the door and let Dean inside.”

Vampire blood was a far safer addiction than demonic now, wasn’t it? His blood would definitely be up. I saw Sam rise and open the door for Dean. I smirked as I saw the look of amazement on Dean’s face, and then his anger at Ruby and Lilith. I could only guess what he had in mind for them. Too bad for him. I had to get them both out of Dodge and yesterday.

I clicked the remote before they could ask any questions, taking both demons back with me until they could perhaps be exorcized from their meat suits. Well, that was the idea. Certainly, they had to be kept out of the way until the immediate danger of Apocalypse passed. Sure, the angels and demons would be disappointed, but they could fucking stay mad, couldn’t they? I never liked the direction that this part of the series took, especially the disrespect for the pagan Gods, to put it mildly. The writers could just stay butthurt at that statement, if it bothered them that much.

Most screenwriters eventually make bad choices, at least once they get bored and arrogant or whatever makes them act like entitled pricks. That was what caused the stupid debacle written by Benioff and Weiss. I mean the one that made Dany go bad way too fast and prevented any kind of logical decisions, such as a Jon and Dany marriage that would have made dynastic sense. This reminded me to finish the job on Game of Thrones in time, just not yet. I had to let some scenarios play out first. I had already intervened enough at that juncture of the show, right?

Meanwhile, Eric Kripke could bite me where the Sun doesn’t shine, at least on his more dumbass episodes. I liked the one where the angel prevented the wreck of the Titanic, mostly because it gave me the satisfaction of seeing someone else hate that stupid movie, too. The one where Lucifer blasted ancient, heathen Gods, well, that sucked big-time monkey balls, didn’t it? What kind of idiot would believe that angels were more powerful than deities, anyway? It was absurd on its face!

Yeah, this universe made no sense already, but I would inject a good, healthy dose of logic and order into it. That or I would drag it, kicking and screaming, back into something closer to reality, at least by the bizarre standards of a magical, parallel TV universe where Jehovah in some form actually existed ... and as a graphic novelist. How about that? Yeah, this world badly needed a good catalyst for change, a swift kick in the ass, or something on that order. Deus ex machina, coming right up!

I might be stuck in a universe where the rules made no sense, but I could sneak some damn logic into it ... and probably give the bastards heart attacks when they saw it. In the meantime, I could have real fun with my captives ... and others. Starting with Lilith, and then working my way down to Ruby, of course.

“So, Lilith, enjoy your brand new cage, my dear,” I chuckled as I bound her to my bed and started fucking Jenny and Carrie on top of her.

Ruby was handcuffed to the chair next to the bed and had to watch, staring at all of us in pure amazement as it occurred to her that I meant business. I fucked my old quasi-girlfriends of two dates each (as I recalled), glad that they were vampires now, just like me. I pounded them and made them squirt all over the demoness, making her scream bloody murder as she felt our movements and our flesh against her skin.

“Margaery, dear. Sit on Lilith’s face. And piss into her mouth. And then cum onto her face. I want her to suffer a bit while I fuck them. Sound good? Also, ride her mouth with your ass. Make her rim you, whether she likes it or not,” I instructed Margaery, who winked at me as she complied.

Sure enough, I heard the trickle of piss from Margaery going into the mouth of a very disgusted Lilith, who jerked and thrashed against her bonds. Soon enough, I began pulling out of Jenny and Carrie to slide into Lilith, which really made her scream into Margaery’s gash. She really fought me tooth and nail on this, and so what if it was rape? Sure, it was, but I didn’t really care when it came to the “rights” of a fucking demoness. At least not that kind of demoness, truly evil and demented, butchering and destroying people left and right.

As far as I was concerned, she had no “rights” anymore. She was lucky that I hadn’t destroyed or let her be destroyed. She should just be grateful that I hadn’t made things worse for her, and I still might. She was a monster and monstrous things should happen to her these days. The more horribly she suffered, at least for now, the better. When she had burned off some karma or whatever, then we could talk about mercy, but no earlier than that.

As for the real woman trapped in there with Lilith, well, there was the chance that she might be delivered of her unwelcome guest in time, but I wasn’t counting on it. She was already probably doomed and the sooner death came for her, likely the sooner she would welcome it. If she somehow survived, though, I would probably glamor her within an inch of her life to forget everything, including any unpleasant business like a rape.

That wouldn’t help her for now, but then, nothing would. I had no guarantees as to the endgame here, but for now, I had two demons as my personal prisoners, my captives, hostages, whatever. If I had to play jailer, so be it, but it was a self-appointed task, albeit forced by necessity, and I was going to have fun with it. Next to what Lucifer or Crowley or anyone else might do to these demons for their failure to usher in the Apocalypse, this was small claims, anyway. They could take it up with Judge Wapner in the fucking People’s Court or whatever.

“You like that little liquid refreshment, Lilith? A nice bit of special lemonade, just for you!” I taunted Lilith while she struggled with her bonds, desperate to escape her fate.

“You ... bastard ... what the hell are you? Why are you so damn ... strong?” Lilith screamed at me when she had the chance to speak at last.

“Oh, I’m a ... soulless creature of the night, of shadow, of darkness. You can appreciate that, I imagine,” I laughed as my fangs came out to play.

“A ... vampire? I’m being held prisoner by a ... vampire? Humanity is being saved from the Devil by a ... vampire?” Lilith spat at me, but hit Margaery’s thighs instead, “she’s not a vampire, though, is she?”

“No, honey, she’s all woman and what a woman at that! Live, warm, flesh and blood woman! My very human bride, in fact!” I laughed as I humped my vampire vixens and swapped out for a few more strokes inside the demoness, “jealous, Ruby? You want some of this vampire cock, too?”

“You scum ... I won’t let your cold, clammy vampire hands touch this fine vessel of mine if I have to kill you to prevent that!” Ruby snarled, making me laugh harder.