Welcome friends, fellow angels, demons, and fans alike. I'm pleased to announce the first official Scribe Story Requests Page. Here you can request whatever plot you'd like and I'll write it. That's right, yours truly will be behind the reigns of these stories so keep your requests relevant. The rules are simple and are this;
1. Absolutely no erotica or smut. (Visit Becky's page) 2. Nothing pulpy. Keep it classy. 3. Have fun!
Send your requests via snail mail. I don't keep up with emails or whatever you crazy kids are using these days. Remember, these will be short stories, drabbles if you will. Keep it short and concise, kids!
Metatron the best Scribe in history 5555 Pearly Gates Cloud 9, Heaven [/center]
[center]Of course I can, Nicholas. I'd be happy to. Hope this is to your liking.
[quote]“I told you… this would always happen in Detroit.” Lucifer pocketed the Horsemen’s rings and disappeared, leaving Sam Winchester confined deep within his own body and his previous vessel, lifeless on the floor. Dean Winchester stood helpless as his brother was being yanked away from him without any further plea. The Devil had won.
The Devil had won and yet Nick did not receive any resolution- not that he was promised any. Lucifer spoke of justice and peace but that peace was never found. After the harsh conditions of housing an archangel, Nick just wasn’t strong enough to contain him much longer. With each passing day, Nick grew weaker and the angel inside him continued to cling tight.
However weak Nick was still very much alive, barely hanging on to the last string of life. In his strife, the remaining Winchester drew little concern for the vessel that Lucifer had once used but the humanity that still resided within him pushed him to check on the battered man. He had a pulse. Pushing aside his weakness for brief moment, Dean took the time to call the paramedics. It was the least he could do. His grudge wasn’t with Nick, it was with Lucifer. The hunter made himself scarce before the ambulance arrived. Answering questions about what happened wasn’t going to be easy. It was best to dodge before they could even ask.
The paramedics did their best to stabilize the injured man until they reached the hospital. Nick remained unconscious with serious internal contusions as he was rushed inside. His body had been decaying from the inside out. If the attendants had arrived several minutes later, Nick would have been a goner. The hospital had been under staffed lately and with recent outbreaks of various natures happening within the city, the hospital was easily becoming over crowded with new patients. Nick had arrived just in time. His case wasn’t exactly out of the ordinary, as he suffered serious internal damage but how he came to be this way was beyond belief. The doctors and nurses were baffled.
Nick spent months lying in a hospital bed, unable to move. The toll Lucifer had taken on his body was enormous. An archangel took over the man’s body; of course the damage would be colossal. How he managed to even survive was something of a miracle. With his wounds slowly on the mend, Nick’s mind had become one giant puzzle. When he finally woke from his coma, his doctor mentioned selective amnesia as Nick could remember who he was before the incident that left him physically damaged. He had a family- a wife and a child that much he knew. Everything after his baby’s birth had drawn blanks. Nick had no recognition of neither recent events or the murder of his family.
The hospital had contacted the number belonging to the address Nick claimed to remember. There was no answer. His family hadn’t visit or drop by, let alone call. Perhaps this man’s injury was more serious than just selective amnesia. One morning, the doctor walked in to Nick’s room, assisted by a nurse to reveal the news to him. “Mr. Allen, we’ve attempted to contact your wife but we were unable to reach her. I’m afraid that number is disconnected. And the cell phone you provided us is no longer in service.” Nick sat in his bed in disbelief. The last thing he remembered was placing the baby in the crib and kissing his wife goodnight. He couldn’t believe his ears when the doctor told him she couldn’t be reached. “Mr. Allen,” the doctor moved in closer to his patient. “I’m afraid your injuries are worse than we thought. My staff and I have been reviewing your brain scans and they show normal. We believe that you are experiencing, in layman’s terms, delusions. Your mind is creating these events which you believe to be true and it can be difficult to decipher what is real and what isn’t.” Nick was silent. He wasn’t sure what to think of the news. Being told you were basically crazy wasn’t exactly great news. At least he wasn’t going around telling people that the Devil had been inside him. He didn’t even know that much. Nick’s mind was now a clean slate.
Had Lucifer granted Nicholas peace after all?[/quote] [/center]
Since you seem to be in the spirit to write whatever nonsense people send you, i would like very much to read something in which you try to depict Fergus and Rowena's relationship when they were still human. Before that whore left him, that is.