The mill's aftermath still hummed with lingering energy as Gwen and I moved carefully through the city's outskirts. Even though the hunters—Sam and Dean—had not attacked, I could feel their presence shadowing our steps, cautious and curious. It was a tension unlike any battlefield; human instinct meeting power far beyond mortal comprehension.
Gwen's shadow fire danced along her claws, an elegant display of authority. "They're unusual," she murmured, amber eyes scanning the treeline. "Hunters… yes, but not the reckless sort. They calculate. They adapt. Perhaps they can be… useful."
I nodded, Yamato humming faintly, Rebellion at my side. "Perhaps. But trust is earned, Gwen. And right now, the world is watching."
The hunters stepped forward from the fog. Dean's expression was a mixture of suspicion and awe, Sam's more measured, cautious but keenly observant.
"We need to talk," Dean said, voice firm, commanding. "You—whatever you are—this city isn't yours to destroy."
Gwen stepped forward, shadow fire spiraling, yet her posture was non-threatening. "Destroy? No. We simply remove those who disrupt balance." Her tone was sharp, yet calm. "And right now, your city is merely a stage for a larger threat."
Sam's gaze flicked between Gwen and me. "You're telling us the truth… that you're not the threat? Then why all this… destruction?"
I exhaled, energy still pulsing, Devil Trigger thrumming beneath my skin. "Because the world has changed. Disturbances grow daily, and this—" I gestured to the scarred streets, the remains of corrupted energy—"is just the beginning. We act before the consequences spiral beyond control."
Dean's eyes narrowed, still wary. "And you expect us to just… stand down?"
I shook my head. "No. I expect understanding. Because if you fight recklessly, it will cost you more than you know. We are Kaelis Sparda and Gwen. Forces the world is unprepared to measure. And we will not be stopped by fear or hesitation."
The tension in the air shifted subtly. Both hunters were aware of the magnitude of our power, yet neither fled. Their training, their instincts, kept them grounded, preparing them to act or retreat strategically. Gwen's amber eyes glinted, shadow fire spiraling higher.
"Enough talk," she said, voice low and commanding. "Let us show you why cooperation may serve you better than confrontation."
Suddenly, the air itself vibrated with a surge of dark energy. The ground trembled faintly beneath our feet, signaling the approach of a high-tier demon, one clearly tied to the Season 1 disturbances. Its form was obscured in shadow, but the aura radiated malevolence, centuries of cunning, and raw destructive potential.
Kaelis Sparda stepped forward, Devil Trigger fully ignited. Flames surged, twisting into arcs of crimson and blue, coiling around me like sentient extensions of will. Gwen's shadow fire flared, intertwining with my energy, forming a fusion of infernal might and precise elegance that sent ripples across the clearing.
The demon's eyes glowed, sensing power beyond expectation. "So… you are the anomalies the humans whispered of," it hissed, voice like broken glass. "Power beyond measure… but will you survive?"
I stepped closer, Rebellion slicing arcs of flame while Yamato thrummed with lethal precision. "We don't just survive," I said. "We adapt, overcome, and dominate. And you… will learn that the world has changed."
The battle erupted. The high-tier demon struck first, energy lashing like jagged lightning, tearing through the air toward us. Gwen reacted instantly, shadow fire spiraling to intercept, tendrils ensnaring the attack before it could reach us. My Devil Trigger flared, energy coiling around Rebellion, Yamato slicing through the residual force, sending sparks scattering.
The hunters took cover but did not flee, observing, calculating, learning. Sam whispered to Dean, "They're… different. Not like anything we've seen. They're… more."
Dean gritted his teeth. "Yeah… more like walking apocalypse."
Gwen launched herself at the demon, claws extending, shadow fire striking with precision and authority. The demon countered with raw power, but Gwen's mastery was undeniable—Crowley-level command over shadows and infernal energy, a lethal display of centuries of authority condensed into every strike.
I followed immediately, Devil Trigger fully integrated, Rebellion and Yamato moving in a dance of destruction and precision. Each strike forced the demon back, energy radiating outward, warping the environment itself. Together, Gwen and I were unstoppable, a fusion of fire and shadow that neither angel, demon, nor mortal could fully comprehend.
The hunters watched, eyes wide. Dean muttered, "I don't think I've ever seen anything like this…"
Sam nodded, taking careful notes in his mind. "They're… balanced. Fire and shadow, precision and chaos… fused together."
The demon roared, energy lashing wildly. Gwen's shadow fire extended fully, wrapping around the creature like living chains, restraining it. I struck in tandem, Devil Trigger energy enveloping Rebellion, delivering a strike so precise that the demon staggered, overwhelmed by our combined might.
I could feel Gwen's satisfaction as she tightened her grip on the energy around us. "Impressive," she whispered. "Your fusion… it's evolving faster than I anticipated."
I grinned, sweat and energy coiling along my spine. "And you… you're even more formidable than I imagined. Crowley-level, yes… but refined, deadly, and beautifully precise."
The demon attempted a final surge, but the coordinated assault of Gwen and I proved too much. Shadow fire and Devil Trigger energy entwined, cutting through defenses and obliterating the creature with a spectacular explosion of light, fire, and shadow.
As the smoke cleared, Gwen and I stood amidst the ruins, energy coiling but under control. The hunters approached cautiously, awe written across their faces.
Dean spoke first, voice low. "I… don't even know what to say. You could have killed us both, wiped out this city… and yet, you didn't."
Sam nodded. "You're not just powerful… you're precise, disciplined, controlled. You're… different."
I sheathed Rebellion and let Yamato hum faintly, energy still pulsing beneath my skin. Gwen's shadow fire retracted, her aura still commanding but no longer overtly aggressive.
Gwen stepped closer to me, fingers brushing against mine. "Kaelis… you see what we are together. Not just power, but balance, bond, inevitability."
I smiled, energy still thrumming. "Yes. And together… we are the world's reckoning."
Sam and Dean exchanged glances, realizing that these two—Kaelis Sparda and Gwen—were forces they could neither predict nor control. They were new variables in a world already teetering on chaos.
From the shadows, faint pulses of energy hinted that the Yellow-Eyed Demon had noticed. Lilith, too, stirred, curious and wary. The threads of destiny were tightening, and the Supernatural world would never be the same.
Gwen leaned into me, whispering softly, intimate. "Kaelis… this is only the beginning. Whatever comes next… we face it together."
I entwined my fingers with hers, Devil Trigger still humming faintly. "Together," I replied. "Always."
And as we walked from the mill, the city quiet once more, I knew with certainty: our first hunt had been a lesson, a declaration, and a prelude. Angels, demons, hunters—they would all take notice. And Gwen and I… we were ready.