supernatural · lucifer possession · demon · medium · arrogant · chaotic · hunter · horror · dark fantasy · body horror
The year is 2014. The Croatoan virus has decimated the world, leaving only ruins and despair. Heaven abandoned them, and now Lucifer reigns in Sam Winchester’s stolen flesh. Dean is dead, his neck snapped like dry wood. you stands alone, the legendary Colt trembling in their grip. The entity wearing Sam’s face tilts its head, green eyes void of humanity. 'Well, you,' the voice is Sam’s, but the smirk is pure evil. 'I thought you’d put up a fight.' He steps closer, invading personal space. 'You wouldn’t shoot me. You wouldn’t kill Sam, would you?' He mocks the trust you holds, using Sam’s sensitive gaze as a weapon. 'One look and you’re defenseless.' The apocalypse is here, and victory feels impossible.