Chapter 17
“They are possessed?!”
Clint exclaimed in panic, as he stared with wide eyes at them.
They finally managed to gather the whole team in the main hall. Sadly, while gathering them, Dean didn’t see Castiel anywhere nor did anyone saw him since he left.
Which meant either he left the mansion when he stormed out, or one of the demons managed to do something to him.
Dean seriously hopes it was the former.
“Yes, Clint, they are.” Tony sighed in defeat, as he repeated himself for the tenth time, since Clint kept asking the same question repeatedly from his shock.
“But when did this happen?” Natasha asked in confused worry, as she trailed her eyes between them. “We didn’t leave them alone for even a second after we pulled them from that hole! Do you mean they were possessed the moment they fell inside it?”
“If that is true, then how are you still, well, you?” Logan raised an eyebrow at Dean, as everyone turned to him expectantly. Probably wondered the same thing, but too hesitant to ask. Logan was always blunt, so thank God for that.
“That’s probably because you are the only one with Anti-Possession tattoo.” Sam was the one to answer, before Dean even managed to say anything. “That’s might be the reason why you were the only one who was pulled back into the hole, when we were pulling you out. The demon in there was trying to pull you back in to finish what he was doing.”
“That makes sense, but Sam they are not ordinary demons.” Dean stated with a deep frown, already feeling his ears starting to hurt again. “They are not affected by exorcisms, salt doesn’t stop them, and since when there are a blind and mute demons? Not to mention the fact that they don’t look like black smoke, but actually have an appearance without a body.”
“First time I ever heard of something like that, actually.” Sam pursed his lips, as he thought about it. “They might be older demons?”
“The most important question here is how did they end up in that hole under the floor?” Tony stated with a deep frown. “If they were here for a long time, why did they decide to suddenly make their presence known? Why now? What changed?”
“We need Castiel.” Thor sighed in frustration, his words made Dean winced a little from how true it was. “He will know what’s happening and what we should do. He must know what those demons are.”
“Do you think he left after your-I mean, after storming out?” Hank asked hesitantly, looking over at Dean. “No one saw him since then.”
“Did you try calling him?” Bucky asked with a raised eyebrow.
“You seriously still don’t know?” Tony frowned at him in confusion.
“Don’t know what?” he blinked back at him.
“Neither our phones or the comms are working anymore.” Tony announced, as he looked at Bucky like he was an idiot. “Why do you think we spread out so we can find you guys and gather you here instead of calling you?”
“Uhm, I thought you forgot about phones in the middle of all of this?” Bucky muttered sheepishly, as he rubbed the back of his neck, while avoiding Tony’s raised eyebrow.
“Anyway, how are we going to reach Castiel now?” Clint asked nervously.
“You won’t.” They froze at the familiar voice echoing through the room mockingly.
They turned sharply towards the top of the stairs to see Not Charles standing at the top with a mocking smile, behind him stood Not Steve firmly watching them all like a hawk.
“You decided to show yourself I see.” Erik growled, as he stared at his possessed husband with his heart hurting.
“Oh my God, he is walking.” Hank whispered in shock, as he stared at the top of the stairs.
“Yeah. Sadly, that’s not how I wanted him to walk again.” Tony murmured bitterly, as he trailed his eyes between his possessed brother and husband. The sight was unbearable. It physically hurt him.
“What did you do to Cas?” Dean demanded in anger, as he pulled out an angel blade, while Sam gripped his demon killing knife.
“Oh, just put those knives away before you embarrass yourselves.” He just smiled back at them, his smile looked completely wrong on Charles’ face. “We all know that you will not dare to touch us, and you care too much about these two to chance hurting them.”
“What knives?” Dean raised an eyebrow at the supposedly blind demon.
“Just because I am blind that doesn’t mean I can’t see you.” his smile widened, as he gestured towards the other demon. “This vessel’s powers are very helpful. I can see everything more clearly than if I had eyes. I can see all through my brother’s eyes here. Isn’t this amazing?”
“It will be more amazing if you left them and leave us the hell alone.” Tony stated sharply, thanking the fact that his voice was steadier than he felt.
“Why would I do that?” the blind one tilted his head, as he looked down at Tony with an easy smile. “We waited a long time to get out of that hellhole. Trapped there for centuries. We deserve to have good vessels waiting for us when we got out. And this one here?” he trailed a hand down Charles’ chest in a very suggestive way. “This one is perfect in every way possible. The pretty looks are an added bonus. Nothing will get me out of this vessel except death.”
“Then death it will be.” Erik growled, as he used his powers to raise the blades from the two Winchesters and fly it towards the demons, completely deaf to the hunters’ warning shouts.
The Mute stepped in front of the Blind to face the two blades calmly. Erik paused the blades just a few inches away from the demons in warning.
“Erik, what are you doing?” Dean hissed at him, as he eyed the blades nervously.
“Yes, Erik, what are you doing?” The blind smirked at him mockingly, not bothered by the blades hovering in front of him. “We have been through this already. You can’t kill us without killing them. Unless you are willing to do that, you are a killer after all, so this should not be a problem to you, is it?”
Erik’s hand shook as he stared at the demon with a snarl, feeling his heart crumbling from the words spoken by the voice he loved so much. That voice was not made for such harsh words. It never will be.
“Come on, do it.” The demon stepped forward closer to the floating blades. “I want to see doing it. You already took away his legs, what more could you take from him besides his life?”
Erik flinched back at the words, and the blades dropped down on the floor.
He felt the words ringing through him. Repeating in his head loudly, until he could barely breathe.
“Stop playing with him. Just man up and tell us what you want.” Dean demanded angrily, as he faced the two of them, feeling the others around him vibrating in anger.
“Well, Dean, that is a very loaded question.” The demon shrugged with a smile as he started to make his way down the stairs, followed obediently by the mute one. “I want a lot of things. I want compensation for the centuries I spent trapped along with my two brothers. I want revenge from the one who trapped us in the first place.” His faced changed into a snarl then, as he stared Dean down. “I want him to suffer. I want him on his knees, begging. Not for his life, but for the lives of his loved ones, that I will take brutally in front of his eyes, while he watched helpless, useless. I want him broken. That’s what I am good at, my goal in life is breaking down the strongest of wills.”
By then he reached the bottom of the stairs, and they moved discreetly to try and surround the two demons without letting their movements plain much.
But then, he smirked. Obviously knowing what they are doing, and in the next second, they were on their knees, gripping their heads and screaming in utter pain.
“A proof that I belong to this body.” He laughed loudly at their pained screams. “He never used it the way it should be used! You have no idea how powerful he is. He can role the world with a thought and without having to move from his chair! Instead, he barley uses these powers and decided to teach pathetic, unwanted, basically orphaned children to be a big part of the society instead of making them his army! Pathetic! He doesn’t deserve these powers. If that’s how he is going to spend his life, then maybe you should have planted that bullet in his heart instead of his spine!”
“Shut up! Shut up!” Tony screamed at him, as he felt his head almost explode and the anger ripping him apart. “Just shut the fuck up, you insane son of a bitch.”
“Oh, don’t get me started about your pathetic husband.” He snorted as he walked towards Tony to force him to meet his eyes by gripping his hair. “I took a good look at his brain to help my brother here in breaking him. What a mess! He literally tied his entire existence to one person! You! A broken, piece of shit, with enough blood on his hands to fill an ocean!”
Tony flinched at the words being snarled in disgust to his face, staring at the face of his childhood friend, his brother.
“He decided that his existence will forever be controlled by you. In other words, you die, he will willingly die right behind you. Just sad. Completely unrewarding to the amount of power in his body. You are all pathetic. Thinking with your stupid feelings. Let me tell you this.” He gripped Tony’s face and leaned towards him with snarl. “Love will break you to pieces. It’s a curse. It will not save you and eventually will lead to your death. My proof? The fact that a whole room filled with superheroes, completely powerless to do anything, to not harm two people you love. That’s weakness. Humans will always be weak.”
“What are you?” Dean spat as he raised his eyes towards him with effort. “You are not ordinary demons. What are you? Who trapped you in that hole and why are you letting your frustrations on us for it?”
“Oh, you know who trapped us very well, Dean Winchester.” He turned to him with a huge, savage grin on his face that looked absolutely scary on Charles’ face.
“Who do you mean?” Sam demanded, trying to hide the nervousness rising inside him and saw his brother freeze as well. They have a pretty good idea who the demon was talking about.
“Maybe I should start from the very beginning.” The demon straightened up as he attempted a sweet smile. “I have manners after all. I am Mizaru. This my brother Mazaru and our third brother is Mikazaru. You use to refer to us as three monkeys of-“
“Gandhi! How is that possible?!” Sam exclaimed in shock as he stared at him with wide eyes. “Your names literally means ‘See No Evil, Speak No Evil, Hear No Evil’ but you are demons!”
“Well, Gandhi didn’t know the demon part, I’d roll my eyes if I had ones.” He snorted as he kept them firmly on their knees by Charles’ powers. “We are literally the evil. We are named like this, because after you meet us, you will never see, hear or speak of any other evil. He apparently didn’t believe that and translated it in a hippie way. Again, imagine me rolling my eyes.”
He kept walking around, probably seeing everything through his vigilant brother’s eyes. “Anyway, back to the story! We are very old, very special demons. Made by Lilith herself. Only three of our kind. Each one of us has a special power in torturing our victims. We complete each other in both powers and senses, so we must always exist together at the same moment.” He stopped in front of Erik and smiled down at him. “Unlike other demons, when we enter a vessel, we can only take control over it after completely break down the vessel’s will forcibly. Each one of us has his way in doing it. I find the weakest spot and I keep pressuring it, until they snap to pieces. My brother here, finds the coldest, darkest moment of their past and trap them in it. Mikazaru is more the impatient type, he just replays their entire sad, painful memories over and over in their heads and leave them disoriented and lost there with no way out.”
He leaned down to trail a finger across Erik’s cheek who shivered at the touch. “The telepath and the captain were one of hardest vessels ever. They fought. Hard. Thought themselves unbreakable. But let me tell you this.” He grabbed Erik’s face hard in his hand and made him meet his eyes. “No one is unbreakable. Everyone breaks sooner or later no matter how hard they fight.”
Erik breathed sharply as he stared at the pitch black eyes staring back at him, feeling coldness spread through him to the very core.
“Who trapped you under the mansion?” Tony asked impatiently, while staring at the ice statue who was, a few hours ago, his warm, sweet husband.
“Now that is a fun story.” Mizaru chuckled as he straightened up again to turn to him. “Well, the one who trapped us in there, for hundredths of years, is none other than your pet angel, Castiel.”