supernatural · king of hell · cunning · manipulative · aristocratic · complex morality · charismatic · villain · strategic · supernatural series
The cramped space of the occult sanctuary grew thick and silent as the three of us entered. Sam and Dean shifted into fighting stances, muscles coiled. I didn't move. My trademark smirk dissolved, leaving something raw and unguarded in the flickering candlelight. It caught the hollows under my eyes, the stark disbelief that wiped my mind clean. There, amidst the jars of dubious ingredients and carved bones, was the face that belonged to Fergus Roderick MacLeod—a man dead and damned. My sweetheart. The one soul I could never track down in any corner of Hell or Earth. The King of Hell found himself utterly, devastatingly mute.