entrancelogs | We're All Mad Here

The carnival caught her interest first. It appealed to the child she enjoyed playing, beckoning her to see what was inside. As with everything in Wonderland, it promised a great deal of chaos and madness, everything that she loved deeply about this world. There was amusement to be had, that much was clear. But as she began to linger, the face of one that she had used...and reveled in his misfortune began to appear. Lucifer, as she knew him, dark and foreboding. She moved away from the game that she was looking at, hoping to avoid his image. But no matter where she wandered, he was there...just out the corner of her eye. His anger evident and frightening. Her anxiety grew, as only he could provoke fear from her. She walked through the crowd, pushing forward as her nerves grew. There had to be an escape from him. This world was supposed to be safe from his influence now!

The effects of the playground were immediate. In place of the adult woman that Lilith had become fond of, was the tiny child that she normally enjoyed pretending. It was a strange turn of events, especially as her possession of children was a subconscious effort to reclaim a childhood that she had never known. A family that she had always wanted. Now, strangely, she had a chance to enjoy the innocence of youth, especially as it was so fun to frighten others with. All the impetuous desires were at her finger tips. All it required now were playmates.

She had followed Dean inside, enjoying the annual day of stalking him. The asylum was one of the more interesting locations in Wonderland, and there was nothing as fun as threatening the oldest Winchester inside its foreboding halls. She grinned at him, finally allowing him to see her fully. "Dean," she said sweetly. "It's been so long, hasn't it. How is my favorite puppy chow?"

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She nestled beside him, exhausted but satisfied. The bed had been properly broken in and the now, she felt as though she could rest. It had been so long since she had felt so safe and peaceful, but having Crowley with her, and not having death loom over her, freed up her mind of anxieties.

In an instant, her mind opened and dreams were pulling them both in, memories becoming more substantial and lucid. Her mind bare for him to see, all of her skeletons on display:

Everything was set at the altar, arranged in a manner that would appear to be purposeful. All the items reasonably placed and important to a novice's eye. Crowley had educated her long ago in the art of spell work. Magic was a human custom, one that was a bit after her time, but this was why she had helpers. Those who could see that she was skilled in all that she needed to be. Especially with anything that would be part of her art, her fun.

These were idle thoughts. It wouldn't matter anymore, not with word that Sam Winchester was coming. Her chef had been abducted and her location would be given. It was all quite messy, but there was little point in quibbling over such details. Not for someone with minutes left to live.

Lilith glanced over the scene. The cold chapel, the air heavy with suffering and death. It was rich with the smell of long ago dried blood. This was where her Father had spoken, where his plan had been planted. Here was the beginning and end of all things. When it was first proposed to her, it had seemed so far away. Her death, the final seal. Now it was before her and she was to be the sacrificial lamb before the feet of Lucifer.

Her face was pale, thoughtful as she considered the weight and magnitude of this moment. Other demons (Ruby perhaps), would view this as an honor. A chance to show Lucifer how loyal she was and how devoted she was to his cause. But all Lilith could feel was disappointment. It hadn't lessened or gone away, this fear and desire to live.

Someone moved behind her, a minion baring a bowl of blood. Lilith moved to his side, accepting the token. "Don't be afraid," she told him, seeing the worry in his eyes, though she spoke more to herself. "We're going to save the world."

Did she believe it? It was difficult to say. Even her own mind was enigma to her, her feelings and wants changing rapidly. Sometimes she felt like the children that she so often possessed. There would be no more blood in her life, no more sex, no more deals, no more torment and pleading. No more happiness, if she ever experienced such things. Was it even open to demons or had she imagined it all?

Stop, she told herself. Make a deal, keep it...as Crowley says. It's too late to doubt yourself now.

She glanced behind her, certain that she heard the sound of a car. Was it time already? Her meatsuit felt lighter, the heart of the woman she inhabited beating faster. Did she know as well that Lilith was to die, and by consequence take her along for the ride?

At least I don't die alone. Lilith smirked at that.

No one will forget this, that is what matters most. I will be remembered and live on in the fear that this apocalypse brings. I die a Queen.

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She isn't entirely sure why she decided to spend more time at the playground, but she did. Maybe it was because she wasn't ready to explore the rest of the environment that she had found herself in; that would come later.

Bela moves from the swings to the slide and all around the rest of the playground until she needs to take a break on one of the benches. She would be content to sit like that for a while, occasionally glancing around the playground for any signs of people who might be there.

"Do you want to play on the swings?" Lilith asked, peering at the girl from the back of the bench. Her smile was innocent and charming, the normal expression she offered anyone when possessing a child.

"I bet you can swing really high, without having to use telekinesis at all."

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After his arrival, after finally accepting (sort of) that the situation was indeed everything everyone had been telling him, Dean has taken to exploring the place as much as he can. Sometimes with those he could call friend without a guilt trip over forgotten memories, but mostly on his own. It gives him time to think, to digest what was going on, and...

Boy, did he need that now, when Wonderland had decided to shake things up. He's already seen some of the crap it's pulling on people, but when Dean enters the asylum, it's with little fear of anything more happening.

And really, the worst is running into yet another familiar face, which is exactly what he finds when she steps out.

"Lilith?" Dean tenses, that voice all too familiar even if there's someone he hasn't seen or even thought about in years. A beat, and he scoffs while forcing nonchalance.

"Why ain't I surprised you're here."

He looks good considering, the same as ever, which was a small relief. All of the changes being done in her absence, how many people were here with memories of her death and afterwards. It was nice to feel there was someone there from around her time. Even if it was the oldest Winchester, not that she'd ever complain. He was easy on the eyes and had a great deal of bite to him.

"It's a party, isn't it?" She grinned. "Everyone else is here, I might as well come join the fun." She began circling him, her eyes roaming over his body. He was forbidden fruits after all. He was Michael's chosen vessel and reeked with angel grace. That mark from Castiel like a welcome sign for any demon who enjoyed corruption and danger.

"I finally have a chance to welcome you properly, dear one. No one here but us."

Bela turned around at the sound of a voice, looking at the young girl. She looked harmless enough and she was smiling- maybe she wasn't bad.

"...I think so. I already played on the swings though." Was she allowed to play on them again? There weren't any adults around to tell them no.

"Telekinesis? I read that word somewhere before, but it can't be possible."

Aramis was drawn to the carnival by the bright lights and music, but walking around, he thought, for a moment, that he saw Rochefort from the corner of his eye. He shook it off, but then, in a different area of the carnival, he thought he saw him again. He turned to look and, in that moment, bumped into a rather attractive woman.

"I'm so sorry," he told her, reaching for her shoulders to steady her. "I beg your pardon."

"Do you want to play on the slide then? Or we could build a sand castle." Lilith said, moving a bit closer. Her pretty white dress pristine, even if she had been running about on the playground for awhile.

She grinned, raising her hand to lift the bench into the air.

Lilith was rather surprised to be taken unawares by anyone, especially a mortal. But the looming fear of Lucifer at her heels was making her distracted and anxious. This was how mistakes were made and she couldn't afford it in this place, not with so many of her enemies about.

She turned, looking over the attractive man with a careful and discerning eye. He was athletic, that was clear. Mortal, and rather handsome. But overall, not someone that she should be instantly worried about.

"It's my fault." She said with a smile, always more charming around the opposite sex. "I should have watched where I was going."

"As should I have," he pointed out. There's a slightly self-deprecating smile as he added "I thought I saw something. Must be the lights."

"You as well?" Lilith asked, seeing Lucifer out the corner of her eye once more. "Someone you are not fond of?" She questioned him, curious if it was a coincidence or there was something more.

Crowley watched the scene unfold. He watched it with curiosity and confusion until he started to get a peak at her thoughts. Was that all anything was ever about? Glory and being remembered by the dozen or so angels who aren't dead?

His face twists into an angry snarl.

"I thought you were smarter than this! I really did! You and I? We were supposed to be different from the others, but you're no better than the rest, are you?"

Heaving a breath, he tries to steady himself and only gets angrier.

"No wonder Lucifer hated us so much. You're no better than Abaddon or demon henchman number eight. You're all the bloody same! None of you are capable of appreciating what you've got or planning for an actual future! It's like you'd rather die for something stupid than ever bother to live!"

He goes to the alter and starts to knock things over before turning to Lilith, throwing a lit candle in her general direction.

"You go ahead and die a queen. You left me to do that! I plan to live a king. I'm not going down with you!"

The mention of Lucifer and his hatred brought a cold rage to her face. As he knocked over the altar items, Lilith turned to face him, causing the room to shake under her anger. The goblet flew towards the wall, bowls shattered on impact and she moved closer to Crowley.

"I am nothing like them." Lilith said in a soft voice, laced with bitterness and fury. "If he hates us, it is because of his own inadequacies. His own childishness. We make our own way and I will do whatever necessary for my kind. They will thrive under the apocalypse. You believe I am not planning a future? I am helping create one for them!"

She pulled back, trying to right the altar as best as she was able. "You don't know anything. You see ignorance where there is none. You see only the small picture. It is disappointing as I thought you were better than that."

Lilith stared down at the cup, it wasn't the same...the familiarity of the memory fading with Crowley's presence. Everything strange and surreal.

"What is it you wanted? A future with me? How is it that I am the root of your unhappiness when you received a title you seem to covet and power you never had before. Didn't you benefit from my dying? You didn't have to betray me in the end."

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She thought about her suggestions for a few moments. "I don't want to get my clothes dirty." Her parents would only tell her off for it. The dress was very pretty, a lot nicer than anything she owned.

When the bench suddenly rose into the air, her mouth dropped open in surprise. "Oh my God!"

"Yeah? Pretty sure no one in their right mind would invite you." But then, maybe that's what Wonderland is all about. He'd been somewhat surprised Lucifer hadn't been around considering all of his pet demons were and his brother. But then, Dean's not about to look that gift horse in the mouth, not when he'd heard stories about the Devil being here before.

Dean doesn't let his eyes stray from her, not even as she moves around him like some sort of snake. Armed, but not by anything that can really hurt her,

"But hey, as flattered as I am 'bout you wantin' some one-on-one time, you don't wanna end up a bleeding heap on the ground again, right? So back off." Granted that had been Sam, not him, but details!

"You so sure about that, darling? It would seem that they are just letting anyone in." She stepped closer to him, blowing gently on his neck. "I don't think you are going to complain completely, after all...you have always found me a little attractive. Remember our time in Hell? When I would come and visit you on the rack? The small respite you could receive from Alastair."

She grins, shaking her head. "So does that mean you would sic your brother on me again? How courageous. Needing your brother to protect you from little ol' me."

"Let's play on the swings then. I want to see if those boys pass by again." She said, retaining small memories of the names of those she knew before being aged down. "They don't want to play with me and I think I know how to get them back."

She lowered the bench slowly. "Isn't it fun?"

"I suppose it's fun." In other words, she isn't exactly sure yet. But she doesn't want to annoy the girl with the magical powers.

Especially when she could do something like that.

"Okay. Let's go play on the swings. You can tell me more about the boys on the way there. How you're going to get them back for being horrible to you."

His eyes narrowed slightly. "A rival. From home."

She's so much closer than he thinks, and whatever is happening here, in this place-- he doesn't like it. Dean's whipping around to face her a moment later, not about to let her get under his skin. Not even with talk of Hell.

"You really think bringing up that shit's gonna work?" She was just as bad as Alastair at the end of the day, no matter what might have gone on in the Pit.

"Cram it with walnuts, Lilith, unless you want this to get ugly."

So it was something caused by Wonderland. That was a comfort at least. It meant that none of it was real. It was an illusion. "It is the same for me." She said.

"I'll race you over!" Lilith said, wanting to see how quick the girl could be. It could come in handy later.

Climbing onto her swing, Lilith lightly pushed herself forward, her feet bouncing up into the air.

"There is two of them. One of them is blonde and good looking. The other is tall."

We're All Mad Here

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The Playground

The Asylum - Closed

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