She Whispers chapter 7
Title: She Whispers
Chapter 7
Disclaimer: I don't own anything to do with SPN
Michelle walked down the hallway, a feeling of foreboding coming over her. The people that walked by ducked away, as if afraid her punishment might rub off on them somehow.
She finally reached the giant doors leading into the room. She paused, remembering happier times. She had always loved these doors; loved to trace the engravings with her fingers. Reminiscing, she smiled softly as she traced her fingers softly over the ancient carvings.
She sighed, removing her fingers from the door. Such times were over, and had been for quite awhile. She pushed the door open, letting herself into the giant cathedral.
Walking slowly towards the throne at the head of the room, she focused her eyes on the tile below her feet. Images from the Bible, angels falling from Heaven, flowed beneath her eyes as she walked. She was careful to keep her eyes down, no matter how it infuriated her. And He knew it made her rage inside, that's why He made her do it.
Reaching the throne, she knelt, keeping her head down.
"Michelle. You realize what you have done?" The voice sounded soft, weak, understanding.
Michelle knew better.
"Yes, my Duke."
She could imagine Him preening his fingernails.
"Are you sorry?"
"No, my Duke." She would be punished anyway, why lie?
This answer did not surprise Him, she was forever defiant.
"Yes, I thought that that would be your answer."
Michelle could hear him walking down towards her, calm.
"Yes, my Duke."
He came to a stop by her side, suddenly kicking out, catching her ribs. The kick flung her a few feet away, she was careful to keep her eyes on the floor as she righted herself.
"Ah, yes. Forever defiant. Such defiance has worn my patience thin. Your former stature, little princess, has protected you until now. This little stunt, with this Winchester, has been your downfall."
She had had enough. This thing was not her Duke. She raised her eyes, looking at him straight on.
"My downfall?" She spat at him, raising off her knees. He stepped back, startled.
She held herself proudly, standing tall, dark gray wings spreading out behind her. "You are not my Duke. You have no power over me."
Suddenly, she pushed off the floor, wings catching the draft.
Hovering in the air above him, she pointed at him. "Guards, seize this impostor."
Startled guards stared at her for a moment, she was so like her father. They rushed forward, clasping him by his arms. The jostling knocked the great golden crown off his head.
Seeing it clatter across the floor, the other people in the room stilled. They waited to see what he would do.
They were surprised to see him do nothing, staring up at her.
"Take him away." She supplied the guards with no further direction, letting them know they may do as they wish with the tyrant.
She settled on the floor, walking slowly towards the crown on the floor. Nearing it, she looked at in disgust. Suddenly, she kicked it across the floor.
She pointed to a young man in the crowd, "You. Bring me the crown."
He nodded, running quickly off to find the original crown, hidden in the overthrow of the Duke.
She stood tall, letting everyone know who was in charge. As one, everyone in the room bowed before her.
-dun dun DUN!-
A small imp ran down a rotted street. Dodging half-decayed skeletons, he ran up the steps to a depilated building.
He ran down a rotted hallway, blood dripping from the ceiling.
He burst into a boardroom. Gasping to catch his breath, he walked towards the man seated at the head of the sleek table.
The man raised an eyebrow, "Yes?"
"She has taken back control."
"She? Who is this she?"
"His daughter, Michael's daughter."