Pulling up in front of Dorian's warehouse, only those of magical blood can see as anything more than a run down old brick textile factory.
If the magical members of law enforcement or at least those within five generations of having a magical ancestor, could see this place. They'd see a booming business and a building with no signs of decay or disuse, I respect Dorian for what he's built...but I hate him too he's a bloody incubus and I do mean that in a literal sense.
Instead of sex Blood Incubi feed off of the emotions generated during wars and other conflicts and are constantly stirring the pot in some part of the making it impossible for world peace to ever be a feasible, most of them use mortal identities as arm dealers, mafia bosses, cartel head honchos and the like.
To stir the pot so to speak, and the Blood Incubi hate normal Incubi and they're impure spawn... luckily Dorian sees himself as a business man before a Incubi or else we probably would have killed each other by now.
Sighing as I slide out of the driver's seat of my truck, my .45 racked with a round in the chamber a round coated in an all-around Incubi banishing potion.
It might seem strange to some that a half demon or whatever I really am carries around a gun with bullets coated in banishing potion for my relatives, but the truth is Incubi whichever category they fall under are the worst demons on any demonic plane and the worst to have on earth.
As they warp people to their will, enslave them to their lusts and feed on them until they become soul less husks.
'I guess I and the girls are lucky that I'm part human and don't need to feed through sex and seem to have a boosting effect on witches rather than a leeching effect on them.' Thoughts carry a bit of a hum as my feet carry me inside of the building and maybe I shouldn't be surprised but Dorian teleports in front of me with widened eyes.
"Jax...you have grown much stronger since we have last met...kill anyone I know?" Dorian asks his voice a mix of serious and amused.
"Probably, a couple of shifter demons and a warlock reaching his final stage of ascension...who just needed a witch sacrifice." I offer the truth with a shrug, which serves to draw a small amused snort out of Dorian.
"Out of all of your kin, Jax...I find you the least repulsive...haa if only you had been born into the blood clan, the mayhem we could have unleashed in this world...would have made for delicious feasts." Dorian sighs wistfully a hint of disgust flashing in his eyes as he says the words out of all of your Kin.
"Thanks I guess...so instead of ruminating over what will never be, are you gonna show me your wares? I'm on a rather tight schedule." I ask while taking on respectfully.
Dorian sighs in amusement, "Ahh, the vigor of youth how I miss the need to rush around everywhere...only to realize I could have taken my sweet time. Give it a few centuries Jackson and you'll learn the world only changes slightly every fifty to one hundred years what may seem important today will still be waiting to be done fifty years from now." Dorian mutters almost remorseful sounding, which puts all on my instincts on alert.
Then Dorian laughs loud and deep, "This is not a trap for you and by extension those girls you protect like a loyal hound, Jax... I've reached the end of my lifespan and am just reminiscent...also you didn't hear this from me but there's been some rumblings in the pit... sources claim that the true source is reforming." Dorian leans in and whispers in my ear his voice trembles with true fear, there is only one thing that I've learned that demons like Incubi and Sucubi fear and that is the Old One...the Oldest One the true source of all the Evil's in all the worlds resurrection as for why? Because it means that their food source humanity is about to become an endangered species given that they will only exist in the Demonic planes where they are kept and raised as cattle or slaves.
"And what does the current source have to say to those whispers?" I ask curiously the current ruling source being a living malignant splinter of the old one with only a tiny sliver of it's power that rules over all demons and demonic planes through bonding with demonic hosts like a parasite.
"By killing any who dare speak of these rumors it in it's presence...I warn you do not go to hell seeking to gather information for your pet girls...you know how unkind demonic society is to half bloods like yourself, and the fact that they would be able to smell the good witches all over you and the goodness in your heart will only increase the ferocity of their treatment of you." Dorian seems genuinely concerned for me as he blesses me with his warnings but then again even demons when they know the end is coming tend to grow soft and sentimental.
I start to thank him for his warnings both of them...but Dorian waves me off and teleports us to his office, where he has a nice looking heavily polished wooden box.
"I picked up this interesting little item on an adventure I took to a world with one of those Celestials that like to play god." Dorian chuckles and slowly opens the box revealing The Colt, from Supernatural.
My eyes flick from the six shooter up to Dorian who smirks at noticing my familiarity with the weapon, "Ahh, I knew there was more to you...Jackson. Tell me have you walked the paths between worlds? I know you're rather young to have and have survived." Dorian asks curiously, the reluctance to answer him must show on my face.
"You are reluctant to answer...in that case. I will make you a deal answer my question and I will give you this weapon for the price of this information...this weapon will instantly kill anything below a Lord Demon and will wound a weak Lord at that... I'll even throw in the recipe and ingredients to make more bullets as it only comes with twelve of them." Dorian offer and everything in me is telling me to jump on the deal.
"Alright then...I will tell you how I think I know this gun." I offer Dorian my right hand when he takes it the bond of the contract sinks into both of us.
"You see sometimes I will have these dream, I am in a house or houses that seem familiar and I will be watching TV...one of these tv shows was named Supernatural and this weapon know as The Colt could kill pretty much anything except God, his Archangels and maybe rank and file Angel...I don't remember the main protagonists Sam or Dean having an opportunity to test the Colt out on rank and file Angels." I explain and the magic of the contract feels satisfied at my explanation while Dorian looks at me as if I am some sort of Messiah.
"You will have a perilous but no less great future Jackson...do not share the knowledge you have shared with this day with anyone else...seers of your nature were exterminated by all the powers both above and below. I would hate for that to happen to you when you hold so much potential, even if I do detest your kin." With that said I find myself sitting in my truck with the colt in it's box resting on my lap, there's a piece of parchment resting on top of the colt with a recipe, diagram and spell to make more bullets on the drives seat is a case filled with ingredients.
'That was weird...' Was my only thought as I put my truck in reverse, get her turned around and then in gear leaving behind Dorian's place of business our conversation completely forgotten.
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Dorian sits back in his chair, then begins to glow with bright white light, before a shadow of large feathered wings appear behind him.
"Let's see what interesting chaos is happening back in Supernatural with The Colt taken out of circulation." Lucifer snickers as his appearance changes from a mid thirties African male to Tom Ellis then to Mark Pellegrino.
'I love being God, dear old Dad has missed out on so much fun!' Lucifer thinks idly before vanishing from the world that is a mix of Charmed, Buffy and maybe a few others.