Welcome to SU: Legacy, a next-gen Supernatural RP that takes place in the year 2040. The Men of Letters has expanded to include three base locations across the continental US. Angels and demons have gone mostly dormant but there are still supernatural evils lurking in the shadows. The legacies could use your help. Are you in?
Giving credit where credit is due. A big thank you to all the coders at PBS and various resource sites for any codes, plug-ins and templates.
Thanks to Nick @ Fidelius for the fabulous mini-profile. Everything else was created by our own staff. If we missed someone please let us know.
We don't own Supernatural, we just enjoy it's awesomeness. Thanks Eric Kripke for creating it, all the writers/producers for putting out a great show and the CW for keeping it on the air for almost 10 years now!
Amber had just gotten back from visiting her family and was now standing outside a lonely gas station filling up her Jeep Liberty. The sun was starting to set and dusk would be upon her soon. Amber was not in the mood to sleep in her car so a motel was her next destination.
A neon red sign that said "Motel" was a warm welcome to her tired body. Amber paid for her room and laid on the squeaky bed. "Great." Amber groaned. Well it was better than the back seat of her car. Amber's body seemed not to care and slowly she feel asleep.
Amber woke in a fright and sat up straight. Her breathing was heavy and Amber rubbed her hands over her face. It was only a dream, she told herself. Amber flicked on the bathroom light to see the disaster in front of her, but it wasn't as bad as she thought. Amber ran her hand through her hair, it was good enough.
Rain was lightly pouring outside as Amber stepped out onto the sidewalk. "A bar must be around here somewhere." Amber mumbles to herself. Like a sign from heaven around the corner was a bar. It didn't look to bad from the outside, so Amber walked in.
Truly there is no better place for a demon to search for potential deals than in a bar. Dens of sin, gluttony and drunkenness. One had only to sit at a table quietly for a few hours to overhear so much information about the patrons. These humans would spill their guts to a complete stranger just because he was the one serving them drinks. Perhaps it was a form of counseling for those who preferred to remain inebriated. Did you know that Joseph, over there on the bar stool, had a failing marriage and was guilt-ridden because he cheated on his wife? Now they were in a contest to see who could drive the other to insanity first by sleeping around. Jill? Over there by the corner? Her brother just died.
That was something that Malphas could work with. He got up from his table, straightened his jacket and put on his best sympathy face, striding over to the saddened woman.
"I'm sorry, but I overheard what happened. I'm so sorry, let me buy you a drink."
The woman glanced at Malphas as he sat down, quickly becoming enamored with him despite her grief. She accepted his drink and the two began to talk. Mostly the conversation centered around her dead brother. Malphas finally reached the point where she would 'do anything' to get her brother back.
"Do you mean that? If you do... I might have a way."
Her initial reaction was, of course, dumbfounded. Nobody could raise the dead.
Then his eyes rolled back in his head, revealing their whites, then going back to normal soon after.
"Let's say that I bring your brother back. The only thing that I ask is you give me something in ten years." After assuring her that nothing would happen to her brother after the ten years were up, the two of them kissed. The deal was sealed. Malphas had a new soul to torment and the human got what she wanted.
Who ever said bargaining with Hell was a bad idea? It's a win win situation!
The scent of beer and dirt filled Amber's nose as she walked through the door of the bar. It wasn't too bad, people were everywhere talking loudly, drinking, and having a good time. A few people where in a dark corner doing god knows what. But what intreged Amber was the bartender, he was the one who would give her some kind of relief.
Amber headed over the bar and sat on an old bar stool. A woman was sitting on the other end of the bar looking sad and lonely. Amber wondered if she looked as bad as that woman, but he thought was interupted. A male voice was talking to her and Amber spun her head towards it.
"Just one beer for me, bottle not tap." Amber replied not wanting to make small talk. The bartender disapeared around the corner and Amber was left all alone.
Amber peered out of the corner of her eye at the woman on the other end of the bar. A well dressed man was approaching the woman. Man he's good lookin, Amber thought. He seemed to be comforting the woman, what Amber would give to have someone like that in her life.
A beer appeared in front of her and Amber took a long drink from it and played with top of the bottle. Music was humming in the background but footsteps could still be heard comming toward her. "Hello" said a deep voice, "Your very pretty" he slurred and went to touch Amber's hair.
Amber's voice was harsh and cold, "I'm not interested and don't touch me." She slapped his hand away.
"Don't be like that pretty lady," His hand landed on her shoulder and was slowly going down her back, "All I want is some fun."
Amber looked up from her beer. "I said leave me alone." The man standing in front of her was about 30 with blonde shaggy hair and had the smell of beer all over him.
Now that his deal was sealed, he didn't have much on his mind. It would be illogical to seal a deal with another bar patron, especially so soon after consoling a grieving woman. Also, kissing them. His options were limited at the moment, so he was willing to go with whatever stimulation that he could get a hold of.
While the girl who had walked in was unremarkable except for... well... her looks, she was now the centre of another's attentions. Judging from how he was speaking to her, he was quite focused on her appearance as well.
He picked himself up from his seat, the woman wondering where he was going before her eyes drifted to the window of the bar to see her brother standing across the street from her. She had never run faster in her life.
He walked over to the shaggy haired man and stood there with his hands in his pockets.
"It takes a very special kind of person to pull off the 'drunk misogynist', and I don't think that you can do it very well."
Of course, Malphas didn't care at all for the human girl now next to him. He just wanted to vent some of his all too plentiful rage upon the man's body and soul.
Sienaa sat in a booth at Sal's Diner, a burger in her hand, as she flipped through the pages of a hunter's journal. The place was practically empty, but then again, it was after midnight, and everyone was either in a bar or asleep. Sighing, she flipped to another page in the journal, her eyebrows knitted together. This journal had belonged to one Colton Phipps, an ex-hunter who'd spent his last 5 years on drinking binges and wasted lottery tickets. As such, it had been pretty easy to worm her way in and steal the journal, and to his credit, he'd actually seemed like a pretty decent guy. That was until she had to blow his brains out once she realized that he was a ghoul and Colton had actually died 3 months prior to their meeting.
Taking a bite of her cheeseburger, she shut the book with an exaggerated sigh and looked around. Sal's Diner had that 70's retro feel complete with vinyl seats, neon lights and music emblems on the wall. The part that irritated her was that everything was pink. Still, she had been hungry and this ended up being the nearest restaurant to her motel.
Frowning, she looked back at the journal. There had to be something here. Giving it one last shot, she flipped through the pages of the book, but it was useless. Why had she taken this job? Chewing on her lip, she sat back in her chair, popping a French fry into her mouth. There was nothing of value in the journal about white-eyed Demons, particularly, the one called Malphas. All that was known was that they were powerful, old, and they had fewer weaknesses than black-, yellow- and red-eyed demons. In fact, they were the highest ranking demons below Lucifer. Other than that, there was nothing on what their weaknesses were, which weapons actually did work on them or what kind of powers they had. Nothing. She'd been even less successful when she'd done research, so this had been her last resort.
If it hadn't been for the fact that the client was willing to pay out major moolah for this job, she would've turned it down immediately. After all, she'd never heard of a white-eyed demon until now. She'd heard of the famous yellow-eyes, particularly Azazel. Then there were the red-eyes, also known as crossroad demons. And lastly, you had your black-eyes, the typical run-of-the-mill demon that you were most likely to come in contact with. But white-eyes?
Finishing her meal, she walked over to the counter and paid before heading outside to her car. As she got in, she pulled out her phone with a sigh. There was only one person that might know more of white-eyed demons, and as much as she hated it, she very much needed his help.
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The shaggy haired man looked upset at Malphas. From his body language you could tell that he wanted to do something to the man that interrupted him, but looked up over once and backed down. But not before he said a few curse words and stumbled away. But the man worked too hard to get where he was and wanted a prize before he left, so he roughly grabbed Amber and kissed her sloppily on the mouth.
Amber whipped her mouth from the bad kiss and was about to go after the man. Amber took a long sip from her cold beer, wanting to get the bad taste out of her mouth. She could feel someones eyes on her and noticed a man standing by her.
The man was very good looking and was well dressed. Who looks that nice at a bar?, Amber thought. and he seemed to be around the same age Amber. Amber looked him up and down quickly, he seemed to be around her age and had a nice body. It had been so long since Amber was with a guy.
What I would do to him, Amber thought. She shook her head and whipped the memory away. What was she thinking? Amber didn't need some random hook up, all she wanted was to get home to her big soft bed.
Amber turned towards the good looking man, "Are you going to stand there all day or take a seat? Amber gestured to a seat next to her and took a sip. No harm in introducing yourself, right?
"I'm Amber by the way. Thanks for making him go away." Amber smiled and for the first time in a long time the smile wasn't forced.
As the man kissed the woman, Malphas had his opening. What would be more socially acceptable than beating down a man harassing a girl? Once the man pulled away, Malphas quickly kicked out his legs. While the man was falling mid-air he delivered a swift punch to his chest, sending him into the ground with a loud THUD.
"Leave, while I'm still feeling generous." He didn't face the drunk long enough to see if he ran or stayed in the ground writhing in pain.
"Thank you for the offer, I would like a seat." he swung the seat around and sat down, facing the bar. He ordered a rum and coke. Once it arrived in front of him he took a quick sip before turning to Amber and responding to her.
"Oh don't worry about it. I get my kicks showing up assholes like him." Not that Malphas was above trying to pick up some easy sex, he just had more class about it.
Now his job would begin. It would be quite a bit more work than the last deal he made. He couldn't openly deal with her after doing so with the woman at the other end of the bar. No, he would have to get her out of the bar somehow.
Amber stared at the man in slight shock at how comfortable he was with beating up the shaggy haired man. For some reason Amber felt comfortable with this new man and she didn't know why. For heavens sakes she just meant him and still didn't know his name. Then again she had this bad feeling deep down in the pit of her stomach that was screaming at her to run away.
Man this guy was good looking. Amber looked him up and down and her thoughts over came the screaming inside her. Feeling alittle self conscience about how she looked Amber went back to her beer and took another drink. The cold amber liquid washed down her throat and made her feel so incredibly relaxed.
The picture of her brother snapped into her head the moment she looked up. Amber's eyes went wide and then like the snap of a finger the picture was gone.
"Hmm," Amber thought, "That was odd."
Amber sighed and turned to look at the man that saved her and said a thank you to him, and just at that moment he turned to her and spoke. "Oh don't worry about it. I get my kicks showing up assholes like him."
Amber let out a small giggle. "Did I just giggle?" Amber thought, "I don't giggle and not to strange men at a bar."
Another sip of her beer brought more courage to her, "You didn't tell me your name. Do I get to know that name of the man that saved me?" Amber turned on the charm just enough to make most men give her anything that she wanted.
"I'm Matt. Pleased to make your acquaintance. Though, I wish the circumstances were different. Violence is so... below me." Why expend effort when a few well placed deals could accomplish far more than a fist? The best way to beat your enemy, in Malphas', experience is to not even let them know that they're fighting.
"What about yourself? Do I get to hear the name of the woman I saved?" Grinning, he took a sip of his drink at the bar, gazing into Amber's eyes. He found that most women were more pliant when he did that. What could he tempt her with? Was there a dead relative? Perhaps lost love? Or maybe all she wanted was money or talent. Those were the best. Give her talent, but not fame. Time to pick her brain.
"So what is it you do, my dear?" Maybe a promotion could be arranged, or even her dream job. He had so many possibilities to work with, and he loved homing in on the desires of these insects. They were always so much more cooperative when they realize that you can make their dreams come true.
It was convenient that most of them don't care to think that their dream will soon turn into an endless nightmare.
Amber smiled a little as Matt looked into her eyes. Matt was a nice name was for the good looking guy that sat before her, Amber thought. But what was keeping Matt here? Was it just the fact that he had saved her? Or did Matt really want to talk to Amber? Hmm.... Well either one would be alright ith Amber.
After taking a sip of her drink Amber replied, "My name is Amber, nice to meet you Matt." Amber slowly smiled at the end and started to get a little flirty with Matt. The bad feeling in Amber's stomach started to creep back up, but looking into his eyes pushed it back down.
"So what is it you do, my dear?" Matt asked. Amber thought for a moment and a sincere smiled played at her lips.
"I am an Army officer and was head of the Science Department for the Army, but now I work as a simple field agent." Gosh. Why was it so easy for her to speak to Matt? The thought played in the back of her mind.
"Mind telling me what you do?" Amber slowly placed her hand on Matt's thigh. This would make it easier for Amber to get what she wanted.
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"Army officer? Can I look forward to hearing any 'if I tell you I'd have to kill you' secrets?" he chuckled at his own joke. Not ironically, he thought it was hilarious.
"What I do?" Pausing before he answered as her hand landed upon his thigh, the cogs in his head shifted to an entirely different gear. He had originally planned to ambush her after he was finished here and torture her for a while. New idea. Seduce. She definitely wasn't the worst looking human female that he had set his eyes upon, perhaps he could fit some debauchery in the mix?
"I'm a... civil engineer. You know, planning city expansion, roadways, housing and industry. That sort of thing." Not entirely a lie, as his current goal was to establish a literal hell on earth. She didn't need to know that, though. Not yet.
Keeping up with his current plan, his eyes stayed locked on her. His free hand went to Amber's on his thigh and was placed gently on top of it.
"So, Amber, what is it that you do for fun around here? I'm... new to the area. Don't exactly have that much experience over here. Would you care to show me around?" He took another sip of his drink, throwing in a quick wink at Amber.
Giggles a little at Matt's joke. "Well I do know some things that you can't know.. or shouldn't know." Gosh this guy brings out things in me that I never knew existed, Amber thought.
Civil engineer. Damn..... "Well that seems like a good job, I'm sure you make a lot of money." Amber smiles a little at what seems like a perfect man sitting in front of her.
"What do I do for fun?" Amber thinks for a bit, "I..... You know what?" Thinks about the warm hand on her thigh. Dang it's so warm. "Why don't I show you what I do for fun."
Amber takes a sip of her beer and places it back on the bar, stands up and lets her hand slide of his thigh.
"Come on, I can show you around."
Amber walks away from Matt and sways her hips suggestively. Once she reaches the door Amber turns around and wiggles her finger for Matt to follow, then slips out of the bar and into the night.
"Hm, well I wonder if I could find a way to get those secrets out of you..." This was very, very easy. Nothing like walking into a bar and potentially ruining some lives. Sure, Malphas had better things to do than mess around with a human, but those things could wait.
"I can't wait to see wha--" He cut himself off as Amber had acquired a certain... quality that assured Malphas that he was on the right track. He left his drink on the bar, not like he could feel the effects of alcohol anyway.
Following Amber out the door, he quickly caught up to her, placing his arm around her waist and pulling her close to his body. This was what humans did when they were interested in each other, right? Regardless, he ensured that the two kept close.
Whispering into her ear, "So Amber, what exactly are you going to be showing me tonight?" He exhaled lightly, tickling her ear with his breath.
It was truly astonishing how simple it was to manipulate her. Stop a single attacker, choose some careful words, some physical contact and she was essentially putty in his hands to be molded however he chose.
A small gasp escaped Amber's lips as Matt wrapped an arm around her waist. When Matt started to speak to Amber, she froze as his breath tickled her ear. Amber's eyes started to close and a small smile played at her lips.
Amber slowly regained her self and spoke. "You sure do move fast." Amber said more to herself than to Matt, "Well to tell you the truth I'm not from around here, seems like your normal small town with hardly anything in it."
As they walked down the sidewalk it became a apparent that this town didn't have much.....except for a small park that caught Amber's eyes.
Matt's arm slowly slide away from her waist as Amber moved toward the park. "Come on, parks are pretty in the dark you see things you normally wouldn't. That is unless your afraid of the dark." Amber taunted and then slipped into the darkness that the tress cast.
The leaves still hung on the tress and the scent of dirt and flowers filled her nose. It was weird how things had gone tonight, but things were about to get weirder.
"Truth be told, I find most towns have hardly anything in them. My hometown is so much... livelier. There's always a way to keep you entertained." With any luck, this wouldn't take Malphas too much longer. Despite his desire to biblically know this woman, he did have other things to do.
"A park?" He asked. Before he could expect an answer, Amber had already darted away from him and into the trees.
"You see things you normally wouldn't? Well I certainly hope that I do..." Ignoring her comment about the dark, because how stupid it would have been for him to have answered it, he began to follow her through the trees and their shadows, staying just far enough behind her so that she would consider this 'playful'.
These platitudes were tiring Malphas. If the woman was interested in him, why did she not simply make her desires known? It would be so much more efficient! Humans were strange with their mannerisms. If one was interested in the other, they wouldn't let them know, instead dropping hints in the vain hope that the interested party will notice! Pathetic.