A bad mistake, Mr. Young dies
Part two of the crossover
One lawyer wanted to get ahead. Therefore, he bribed the seers and got the information first before Holland. He read the files and got to the point where Adam prevented the Apocalypse. At that point, he thought Adam worked for the side of good and decided to get rid of Adam.
After all those who work for the Powers that Be, PTB, are a thorn in evil’s side and must be destroyed.
He contacted a few assassination groups and found out to his dismay that none wanted to take the hit. Those events made him surer that Adam was a good person. He then went to a psychologist and asked said psychologist what makes young men go ‘bad’ or rebel. The nice psychologist told the evil lawyer that if the father figure were gone then the young man would rebel against society.
The lawyer would then help the Adam be evil and thus be honored by the Senior Partners.
That was the opinion of unsuspecting psychologist. The lawyer got all the information on Mr. Young and got a contract for a demon to kill Mr. Young. The lawyer sat in his office and cackled certain that he would be promoted.
He did not know that his actions would have far spread consequences across the cosmos.
It was not his fault. It was the secretary’s fault.
But he would be the one to pay the price.
And what a price it would be, one worthy for the books.
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The Adversary, Destroyer of Kings, Angel of the Bottomless Pit, Great Beast that is called Dragon, Prince of This World, Father of Lies, Spawn of Satan, and Lord of Darkness was bored. The Them were still in England and thus unreachable. They drifted apart a few years after the Apocalypse; they were still friends and still considered the Them.
After the rather uneventful visit to the law firm, he discovered his father was having fun.
Rather than spoil his father’s fun, Adam decided to take a walk. Dog accompanied him with joyful abandon. As he walked in the town’s shadier parts, he found a demon club with karaoke.
It was the sight of demons standing in line alerted him to the fact that the bar was something different. He stood in line with Dog and got inside. Turned out due to the fact it was an underground bar they could not enforce the age limit. Dog was allowed in too; turns out, they thought he was a demon in dog skin.
Adam walked in when a truly horrendous singer was on stage. He was checked for weapons of course and so was Dog. Adam could tell that a nonviolence spell was placed on the club, centering only on demons not humans. He supposed that the owner did not think a human could threaten a demon.
Adam had the foresight to cloak himself from other people’s eyes. He did not want everyone to know he is the Antichrist. Despite his Apocalypse averting incident, he is still referred to, and honored as his Father’s son.
He and Dog situated themselves at an empty table. Dog curled up at his Master’s feet and slept. Adam himself gazed about the room. He steadied his gaze on two familiar people, lawyers Lindsey and Lilah, two minions under Holland. He referred to them as minions as they reminded him of his Father’s servants.
He listened as watched and knew that he should not be a client for the law firm. From just looking at Lilah and Lindsey, he could see all the atrocities that the firm has done. He knew that his father would disapprove.
He left, and went back to his room. It was there that he stayed before opening the door to admit his father back.
“Hello, Adam.” Said his father, glancing around the room like he never seen it before.
Adam nodded his head, quite perplexed why his father was acting so strange.
His father closed the door and locked it.
It was then that Adam saw the demon parasite that lived in his father’s body. It was a shock to Adam. The shock gave the demon a chance to wrap his hands around Adam’s neck and squeeze.
That was about as far as he got. Adam got over his shock and forced the demon off. His glare reflected the hell his Father lived in and brought the demon into submission.
“Who are you?” Adam said softly, his eyes betraying his rage. The room vibrated in his rage, and light bulbs popped.
The demon gulped but said nothing; he was not scared of a child.
The child then gave him a reason to be scared.
Adam stepped forward, his eyes glowing with anger. More light bulbs popped and started a small fire, the flames grew stronger burning the room, and Adam was not perturbed.
Adam looked at the demon and dragged the demon’s mind outside of its body. Quickly he scoured the demon’s mind, learning everything it knew. Then Adam sent what was left of the demon’s consciousness into a one-way trip to hell, not a hell dimension but Hell, where his Father rules in. Without the demon’s mind Mr. Young’s body swayed and jerked.
Adam obliterated the demon’s body. Mr. Young opened his eyes and looked at his son. He saw fire and his beautiful son standing amidst the fire, looking like a ruler of hell.
“Adam.” Was all he could say before he expired. He pitched forward and was dead before he hit the floor. Adam caught his father’s body and rocked slowly, pitching slightly on the burning ground.
At this point, all went as planed. Mr. Young’s dead and Adam is grieving.
However, this part is where everything went wrong.
Adam is the Antichrist, he could do nearly everything, but he could not stop Death though. He tried, he tried to revive his father but he could not. When his mind accepted that fact, he got angry.
The thing is Adam is still an adolescent. He had yet to fully embrace his heritage, learn everything, and know everything. He was still an eighteen-year-old kid.
He was a child who lost his father and learned he could do nothing. He screamed an unearthly scream. A scream resounded through those who could hear it. It was full of rage and anger but mostly sadness. It was so strong that it knocked seers out of their funk. Psychics were blinded and oracles paused. Empathic people panicked and gasped as the strong emotion rolled through them.
His scream reached the Heavens and Hell. It went through dimensions and reached all manner of beings. Those who knew him knew something has gone wrong. This was off the books; this was something that was not written down. In a way, this was ironic to Adam for it was he who suggested that plans were better kept in one’s head.
Adam opened his eyes and the fire of hell was reflected in them.
MY SON.
Adam turned and saw the shadowy figure that stood amongst the flames.
“Father.” He whispered quietly. His real Father, the one that contributed to his birth, ruler of Hell, and all around evil dude whose name is frequently used when doing evil deeds.
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Crowley cruised in his Bentley. He was halfway to California when the wave hit. He swerved in the road. He felt the raw emotion behind it.
He knew he was in trouble. He had to call the angel for help. He detested getting help but this was bigger than he was.
He hurried to a telephone booth and started calling.
“Aziraphale? You ineffable angel, pick up!” Crowley yelled into the phone. He reckoned he could go there but did not bother.
“Yes?” Answered an impeccable English accent, an indicator that it was Aziraphale, Crowley could image him sipping tea as he spoke.
“Something happened; you need to get here now!” Crowley
“Yes, I felt it too. Is it..Him?” Him is a reference to Adam not God or Satan.
“A human did something devious, if I wasn’t so worried I’d applauded him but I am worried.” Crowley did admire some humans, the imagination they have makes Hell look meek.
“I’m coming!” Crowley heard the line go dead. He the opened the phone booth and held the receiver up. A short second later Aziraphale popped out. He seemed a bit ruffled.
“Satellites.” He mumbled. Since phone lines did not go across the sea he bounced himself off the satellites. He was a bit disoriented.
“Let’s go!” Crowley grabbed the angel and hightailed away.
One lawyer wanted to get ahead. Therefore, he bribed the seers and got the information first before Holland. He read the files and got to the point where Adam prevented the Apocalypse. At that point, he thought Adam worked for the side of good and decided to get rid of Adam.
After all those who work for the Powers that Be, PTB, are a thorn in evil’s side and must be destroyed.
He contacted a few assassination groups and found out to his dismay that none wanted to take the hit. Those events made him surer that Adam was a good person. He then went to a psychologist and asked said psychologist what makes young men go ‘bad’ or rebel. The nice psychologist told the evil lawyer that if the father figure were gone then the young man would rebel against society.
The lawyer would then help the Adam be evil and thus be honored by the Senior Partners.
That was the opinion of unsuspecting psychologist. The lawyer got all the information on Mr. Young and got a contract for a demon to kill Mr. Young. The lawyer sat in his office and cackled certain that he would be promoted.
He did not know that his actions would have far spread consequences across the cosmos.
It was not his fault. It was the secretary’s fault.
But he would be the one to pay the price.
And what a price it would be, one worthy for the books.
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The Adversary, Destroyer of Kings, Angel of the Bottomless Pit, Great Beast that is called Dragon, Prince of This World, Father of Lies, Spawn of Satan, and Lord of Darkness was bored. The Them were still in England and thus unreachable. They drifted apart a few years after the Apocalypse; they were still friends and still considered the Them.
After the rather uneventful visit to the law firm, he discovered his father was having fun.
Rather than spoil his father’s fun, Adam decided to take a walk. Dog accompanied him with joyful abandon. As he walked in the town’s shadier parts, he found a demon club with karaoke.
It was the sight of demons standing in line alerted him to the fact that the bar was something different. He stood in line with Dog and got inside. Turned out due to the fact it was an underground bar they could not enforce the age limit. Dog was allowed in too; turns out, they thought he was a demon in dog skin.
Adam walked in when a truly horrendous singer was on stage. He was checked for weapons of course and so was Dog. Adam could tell that a nonviolence spell was placed on the club, centering only on demons not humans. He supposed that the owner did not think a human could threaten a demon.
Adam had the foresight to cloak himself from other people’s eyes. He did not want everyone to know he is the Antichrist. Despite his Apocalypse averting incident, he is still referred to, and honored as his Father’s son.
He and Dog situated themselves at an empty table. Dog curled up at his Master’s feet and slept. Adam himself gazed about the room. He steadied his gaze on two familiar people, lawyers Lindsey and Lilah, two minions under Holland. He referred to them as minions as they reminded him of his Father’s servants.
He listened as watched and knew that he should not be a client for the law firm. From just looking at Lilah and Lindsey, he could see all the atrocities that the firm has done. He knew that his father would disapprove.
He left, and went back to his room. It was there that he stayed before opening the door to admit his father back.
“Hello, Adam.” Said his father, glancing around the room like he never seen it before.
Adam nodded his head, quite perplexed why his father was acting so strange.
His father closed the door and locked it.
It was then that Adam saw the demon parasite that lived in his father’s body. It was a shock to Adam. The shock gave the demon a chance to wrap his hands around Adam’s neck and squeeze.
That was about as far as he got. Adam got over his shock and forced the demon off. His glare reflected the hell his Father lived in and brought the demon into submission.
“Who are you?” Adam said softly, his eyes betraying his rage. The room vibrated in his rage, and light bulbs popped.
The demon gulped but said nothing; he was not scared of a child.
The child then gave him a reason to be scared.
Adam stepped forward, his eyes glowing with anger. More light bulbs popped and started a small fire, the flames grew stronger burning the room, and Adam was not perturbed.
Adam looked at the demon and dragged the demon’s mind outside of its body. Quickly he scoured the demon’s mind, learning everything it knew. Then Adam sent what was left of the demon’s consciousness into a one-way trip to hell, not a hell dimension but Hell, where his Father rules in. Without the demon’s mind Mr. Young’s body swayed and jerked.
Adam obliterated the demon’s body. Mr. Young opened his eyes and looked at his son. He saw fire and his beautiful son standing amidst the fire, looking like a ruler of hell.
“Adam.” Was all he could say before he expired. He pitched forward and was dead before he hit the floor. Adam caught his father’s body and rocked slowly, pitching slightly on the burning ground.
At this point, all went as planed. Mr. Young’s dead and Adam is grieving.
However, this part is where everything went wrong.
Adam is the Antichrist, he could do nearly everything, but he could not stop Death though. He tried, he tried to revive his father but he could not. When his mind accepted that fact, he got angry.
The thing is Adam is still an adolescent. He had yet to fully embrace his heritage, learn everything, and know everything. He was still an eighteen-year-old kid.
He was a child who lost his father and learned he could do nothing. He screamed an unearthly scream. A scream resounded through those who could hear it. It was full of rage and anger but mostly sadness. It was so strong that it knocked seers out of their funk. Psychics were blinded and oracles paused. Empathic people panicked and gasped as the strong emotion rolled through them.
His scream reached the Heavens and Hell. It went through dimensions and reached all manner of beings. Those who knew him knew something has gone wrong. This was off the books; this was something that was not written down. In a way, this was ironic to Adam for it was he who suggested that plans were better kept in one’s head.
Adam opened his eyes and the fire of hell was reflected in them.
MY SON.
Adam turned and saw the shadowy figure that stood amongst the flames.
“Father.” He whispered quietly. His real Father, the one that contributed to his birth, ruler of Hell, and all around evil dude whose name is frequently used when doing evil deeds.
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Crowley cruised in his Bentley. He was halfway to California when the wave hit. He swerved in the road. He felt the raw emotion behind it.
He knew he was in trouble. He had to call the angel for help. He detested getting help but this was bigger than he was.
He hurried to a telephone booth and started calling.
“Aziraphale? You ineffable angel, pick up!” Crowley yelled into the phone. He reckoned he could go there but did not bother.
“Yes?” Answered an impeccable English accent, an indicator that it was Aziraphale, Crowley could image him sipping tea as he spoke.
“Something happened; you need to get here now!” Crowley
“Yes, I felt it too. Is it..Him?” Him is a reference to Adam not God or Satan.
“A human did something devious, if I wasn’t so worried I’d applauded him but I am worried.” Crowley did admire some humans, the imagination they have makes Hell look meek.
“I’m coming!” Crowley heard the line go dead. He the opened the phone booth and held the receiver up. A short second later Aziraphale popped out. He seemed a bit ruffled.
“Satellites.” He mumbled. Since phone lines did not go across the sea he bounced himself off the satellites. He was a bit disoriented.
“Let’s go!” Crowley grabbed the angel and hightailed away.