Title: These Are The Days Of Miracle Wonders
By: Bridget McKennitt
Character: Demon Meg
Word Count: 238
Challenge: supernatural100's prompt bewitched
Contains: No warnings in as far I know that can't be extrapolated from the header itself. Spoilers for 5.01
Disclaimer: Supernatural is owned by Eric Kripke and other companies. They are used here without permission, and for entertainment purposes only. No challenge or infringement upon the copyright is intended, nor should any be inferred.
Meg is absolutely giddy as she claws her way out of the pit, in preparation for Lucifer's arrival on Earth. Their Father is so close to rising and Meg can taste the ashes of despair and ruin on her tongue. On her meatsuit's tongue, anyway.
She grins at the mirror, letting her meatsuit see through her eyes and delighting at the screams the woman screams inside her. Meg's lips curl into a fake pout at the reflection.
"Aww, baby girl, don't cry. You're going to love the things I have in store for your body." Meg trails her hands down her chest, pausing a moment to cup her breasts. "Blood is going to rain down from the sky and we're going to dance until we're soaked in it. Mm, you're going to love how I ride you." She laughs. "Think we have enough time to visit your folks? Maybe I'll convince them you've been bewitched, that is until I spray the walls of your house with their blood."
The woman continues to scream until Meg shoves her back down, deep down until the woman is locked away in her own terror. As much as Meg wants to let the woman sit in the front passenger seat to witness the upcoming horrors, sometimes it's just easier to ride solo.
Meg blows a kiss at her reflection before turning away. "We have so much to do before the big party."
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