Meg Masters- Demon - Supernatural

A jest's prosperity lies in the ear
of him that hears it, never in the
tongue of him that makes it.


MEG MASTERS

When you shall these unlucky deeds relate
speak of me as I am; nothing extenuate,

The mastermind behind this character is Bellz.
I have been pulling the strings for Twenty-something years and taking
part in shows for a lot years.

Other characters??: Lexi, Caroline & Igraine

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A walking shadow, a poor player,
that struts & frets his hour upon the stage

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All that glisters is not gold,
Often have you heard that told.

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Have more than thou showest,
Speak less than thou knowest.

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Golden lads and girls all must,
As chimney-sweepers, come to dust.

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Current History:
The final showdown between Dick Roman and the Winchesters was upon them. Always the one to go in as a martyr for the Winchesters, The last ‘heroic act’ that the demon did was to distract the guards, allowing the Sam, Dean and Castiel to sneak into Surcrocorp’s facility. Perhaps Dean would have rather her used a different car than the newly restored Impala to crash through the front gate. But she knew that scratching his ‘baby’ would really get under the hunter’s skin. Crashing the car wasn’t enough to remove eyes from the boys. Taking out the guards was her next step. Their gunshots hurt like a bitch but did not stop her as the toxic borax melted flesh, giving her enough time to decapitate the guards. It wouldn’t stop them, but it would certainly slow them down. The boys were inside and it was time for her to leave. However, the brunette never made it.

Attacked by Crowley’s men, she was over powered. There was little she could do but be dragged, kicking and fighting to the ‘king’. Time passes so much more slowly in Hell than it does on Earth. Weeks that she had gone missing were years in the pit. For months, she received the same treatments that all new souls received. Mentally her mind blocked it out; thinking of anything else instead of the searing pain that the more advanced torturers that the bossman had issues her. Each slice of the knife of knife, every single burn was laughed off until she could no longer take it anymore. Her screams were so loud, her voice grew hoarse. It seemed that Crowley had wanted to take great pleasure in her suffering, considering her a traitor and deserving a punishment fitting. The louder she cried out, the longer the sessions seemed to last. The total was years in Hell before she was able to drag her broken soul off the rack. Careless stupid bastards left the chains too loose. Nearly ripping her own hands from the rack; pulling herself free. Two weeks, barely holding it together she literally crawled her way back to the surface.

Only being on the surface for a week tops, the demon has no idea what happened after her capture. The only thing she does know if that demons can’t seem to keep their traps shut. Word that the Winchesters were in a place called Mystic Falls was her lead. Were they on a case? In truth, she didn’t care why the Hell they were there. Hopefully the truce that she had held with the hunters might be enough to ensure her survival and the boys might hide her out from Crowley. Knowing the demon, he would not stop looking for his little torture doll.

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