Author's Note: Hello everyone! I started this quite a while ago, and I've been writting it off and on. I wasn't planning on posting this one yet, but one of my friends asked if they could read it, and since this is the easiest way for them, here it is. It's mostly Supernatural and Harry Potter, but I got the idea from the Fallen books. I hope everyone likes it!
By the by, I don't own Supernatural, Harry Potter, or Fallen
When human beings began to increase in number and daughters
were born to them, the sons of God saw that the daughters of humans were
beautiful, and they married any of them they chose.
Then the Lord said "My spirit will not contend with humans forever,
for they are mortal; their days will be a hundred and twenty seven years."
The Nephilim were on the earth in those days – and also afterwards –
when the sons of God went to the daughters of humans and had children by them.
They were the heroes of old, men of great renown.
The shadowy figure stood watching the young man as he lay trapped in his enchanted sleep. "Free him." He whispered desperately. "Please."
"No." The little girl beside him refused. I'm keeping him to keep you in line Azreal." She said cruelly. "I've finally found the chink in your armor. If you want this boy to live a relatively painless life, you'll keep me happy. Disobey me, Azreal, and the last of your descendants will beg me for death."
The proud man bent his head in defeat. "Can he at least keep my gifts?" He asked quietly.
The child laughed. "Why not. He won't be able to use them here, but if it will make you feel better."
Gently, Azreal set his three gifts on the floor at the entrance of the apartment. Smirking in triumph, Lillith kicked the precious gifts across the threshold. She giggled happily as the muscles in his jaw tensed. "I'm going to enjoy holding your leash." She sneered. "Imagine, the great Angel of Death a chained dog."
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The young man woke shrieking a curse. For a moment he lay frozen, soaking in the fact that the power of his curse had left him only to be leached harmlessly into the walls of his cage.
"Kreacher!" He called. "Kreacher, come here!" Panic fluttered in his chest when the devoted servant failed to show.
"He's not coming." The young man's head whipped around to the source of the voice, blinking when he spied a small girl. Her short red hair was pulled up into two curly pigtails and she blinked large green eyes at him. "Your pet." She smiled. "He won't come."
"Why not?" The young man asked cautiously.
"Because I won't let him." The child said proudly.
"What do you mean?" He asked slowly.
Her smile filled with a cruel joy. "I mean I built this cage just for you. As long as I have the key, I say who can come or go."
"Why?" The young man demanded. "Who are you? Why am I trapped here? What do you want?"
The little girl frowned, her tone becoming more serious than her age should allow. "You're my ace in the whole." She said. "As long as I have you under my thumb, the idiot that spawned you will jump the way I want him to." For a moment she let him absorb her words, then she spoke again. "He wanted you to have those." She said, her small hand pointing to the pile of objects thrown carelessly into a corner. "You needn't worry. As long as AZ jumps when I want, I promise not to hurt you."
"Who are you?" He asked again.
The little girl's laugh sent chills down his spine. "If you're brave enough to ask, I'm sure I'll have plenty of fun breaking you when I don't need you anymore. My name is Lillith, and you are mine…"
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Day 143, I think. If anyone gets this, please help me. I'm pretty sure I'm in America. I still can't leave the apartment. There's some kind of ward keeping me trapped. But these letters keep disappearing, so I still have hope. Lillith came today. She said Azreal had disobeyed her… Ginny is dead… She killed my Ginny…
Day 1,204, I think. I'm convinced this is Hell. Lillith brought another news clipping. She was wearing Teddy's body. I guess she was pissed at that Azreal bloke again. I still haven't figured out why she's using me as his whipping boy.
It's still July 30th . I keep hoping I'll wake up tomorrow and be eighteen, but I don't think that's ever likely to happen at this point…
If anyone gets this, I'm still here. I'm still alive…
Day 1463. Yesterday I threw myself off the balcony. Didn't work of course. I woke up this morning in my bed as if it had never happened, and according to the bloody calendar it didn't…
Day 1703. I'm pretty sure no one is getting these letters, but I'll keep writing just in case. She let Azreal see me today. He apologized for getting me stuck in this fix. I swear the bloke looked ready to cry. But he said he'd get me out. Lillith just laughed, but I don't think he was joking…
Ron, Hermione… I hope I'm coming home soon…
AN: Well, that's it for now. I hope you enjoyed it.