To Every Captive Soul

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To Every Captive Soul

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15 Aug 2012, 16:56 #1


Date: September 8th, 2012
City: Augusta
State: West Virginia
Synopsis: Unable to hide in protected spaces anymore, Jo gets a visit from a certain demon who's looking out for his investment.


Jo was alone and unprotected by layers of magical protection for the first time since leaving Valko's torture room. And she hated it. First it had been Eddie's, which was like Fort Knox, and then Bela's, who had state of the art tech in addition to her magical barriers. They'd felt a little cage like, but they'd also felt safe. A motel room in some crappy town did not, but they'd worn out their welcome at the latter, and everyone thought it best if they didn't go back to hiding in the former. Though, really, the object of Jo's fear wasn't subject to magical barriers anyway. That was why, while she'd locked and chained the door, she hadn't bothered with salt lines or traps.

She had almost begged Dean to get two queens instead of single rooms they way they usually did. Despite the way the bickered when forced to share the same space, she knew he would have if she'd asked. Everyone was careful around them, gave them what they needed (at least, Jo was assuming Bela had though they'd needed a kick in the ass, but she could have done it for fun), but he knew first hand why she was afraid to be alone. But if she didn't stop relying on him (or Ellen, or Parker, or Sam, or Jess, or Bela, or anyone else she'd been near in the past few weeks) being nearby in order to get some sleep, then she was going to be screwed in the long run.

So Jo had gotten her own room, like usual, and was having serious second thoughts. She wasn't going to be able to sleep here; it was both too empty and too confining. But it was pretty much too late at this point. She could, of course, just go knock on Dean's door, but at this hour and with just the single in his room, Jo was pretty sure he'd easily confuse her intentions there. And no offense to Dean , but she'd never been less interested.

Jo had thought briefly about the painkillers or sleeping pills somewhere in the bottom of her bag – left over from her accident and kept in case of another, its not like they could go to the hospital every time – but nixed the idea. Drugs weren't really her thing, and even if they were she didn't like the idea of being so deep asleep that she couldn't defend herself if something got in. She was just going to have to deal with another night's crappy sleep, maybe catch up in the car tomorrow.

It was late, but she hadn't yet even gotten into bed. She'd found going until she was too tired and had to stop helped with the sleeping problem, rather than tossing and turning until that happened. So she had one of her guns disassembled on the small table in the room, and was cleaning it. It was a familiar, soothing process that worked some of her stress out, but she was still coiled tightly enough to react to the slightest shift in the room. The second she sensed it, she had another gun in her hand and pointed in the face of the one disturbing her peace before you could blink.

It took Jo's brain a moment to register the face, but once she did, the fear that had sprung up leeched back out of her body and she lowered her weapon. “Oh. It's you. What in the hell do you want?” While she didn't much care for this surprise visit or the one making it, the damage here had already been done. Unless he had a new agenda, Jo didn't think she had much to fear from him. Still, she didn't set her gun back down.
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09 Nov 2012, 20:00 #2

Due to his prior commitments, Arioch realized it had been quite some time since he had paid his little hunter a visit. Wanting to rectify that, the demon closed his eyes and concentrated on her, moving to her location and finding himself unsurprised by the motel she was staying in. Hunters were such creatures of habit. Hopefully when she eventually turned into one of his kind of the rack she’d be more intelligent.

He first had appeared outside of the doorway, surprised to find there was no barrier to block him access. Was his Minus Esca slipping up? The demon was vaguely aware of what had happened to the hunter, though the full details still escaped him. She had vanished from his radar and when she returned, it wasn’t the same. Giving Harvelle time to recuperate and checking on other matters, Arioch felt it was finally time to stop in for a small chat.

For a brief moment, the demon considered knocking on the door and entering her room the old fashioned human way, but he stopped himself before his fist could meet the door. Arioch knew there was a good likelihood the other hunter she constantly traveled with was only a shout away and would be keeping tabs on his little soul. Not that that overly bothered the demon, he was a businessman and liked to see his deals come to fruition, he just didn’t want to be interrupted at this moment. So instead he shifted himself into the room.

Her reactions were still quick, unsurprising considering what little bits he had heard of what happened. He leaned against the door and crossed his arms over his chest, smirk curling his lips upward. “Pleasure to see you too, Joanna.” Pushing off from the wall, he approached her slowly and took a seat across from her, leaning back into his chair and resting his hands on the side arms. “It’s been sometime since we last spoke Minus Esca, can I not inquire as to how you’ve been?” Arioch’s eyes gave away his delight at her attitude. Making a show of glancing around the room, his eyes landed on the doorway and the lack of salt. “It seems you’ve forgotten something, lover.”

The demon moved his hand to the table and his fingers drummed against the hard wood, filling the room with the repetitive noise. He wondered how long it would take to get her to divulge where she had been, how much effort he would have to put forth to gently extract it from her. Where-ever it was, it had seriously changed his little hunter. Arioch wondered why she did not call for him and why he had been unable to find her. It was more curiosity than anything. While the demon would have been momentarily sadden to have to collect Harvelle early, it wouldn’t have changed anything.

“Where have you been, Joanna?”


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16 Dec 2012, 15:44 #3

She didn't invite him to sit down, but he did anyway. Presumptuous bastard. Jo frowned at him, but didn't bother trying to tell him to leave. She had enough experience with Arioch at this point to know he always got his way, and her refusal to play his games only delighted him. It'd be faster to humor him for five minutes than to argue with him for an hour first. Besides, finally someone she could legitimately lash out at if he went too far.

“No,” she answered shortly, finally letting go of her gun and picking up the pieces of the one she'd been cleaning. Arioch was deal-bound not to hurt her, and shooting him wouldn't do a lot of good anyway. For her mood, yes, but not if she actually wanted him dead. Which she was undecided about anyway. There might be a way to get herself out of this that involved him, or something else she might need from him in the future. And she knew from the Winchesters that killing the demon with your contract didn't do anything to release you from it. If she killed him, it would be for the pleasure of it, but right now he had too many tactical pros in his favor, and so got to live.

“You can't just pop in any time you want,” she berated as she resumed her weapon maintenance. “What if I hadn't been alone? Depending on who else was here, could have meant big trouble for you.” She was in the habit of sharing a room with other hunters, especially her mother, when on a case. And the men who she sometimes chose to share her bed weren't historically someone to mess with. And, of course, lately most of her night time companions had been of the precautionary sort, warding against both waking nightmares like the one casually sitting across from her, and the ones that were all in her head. Jo didn't always see the real world when she woke, especially after dreaming of Valko.

“Forgetting isn't the same thing as just not doing it,” the blond remarked as she fitted the pieces of her gun back together. “Maybe I was hoping someone would be stupid enough to try me?” she suggested, slamming the magazine home and raising her brows at him. It wasn't exactly a threat, but it wasn't not one either. Jo sometimes thought going out and killing some evil monster or other with her bare hands might be very therapeutic. But then, it might be a horrendous idea. She was erring on the side of caution on that one.

One thing was for sure; Arioch wanted something and wasn't going to be leaving until he got it off his chest. She let him stew, packing up her cleaning materials, and he eventually came out and asked her. So he'd noticed, then. Jo wasn't sure if he'd been able too. Castiel hadn't been able to locate them, but then, he'd been looking. Had Arioch, or was their deal a tangible bond for him that he could feel when it was blocked? Jo would ask, but she was pretty sure she wouldn't like the answer anyway.

“Jamaica,” she answered flippantly. “Beautiful this time of year. You should really go sometime. Like now.”
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04 Feb 2013, 23:53 #4

“My my, we are chatty tonight, aren’t we.” Usually she’d have responded with some quip regarding his demonhood, his despicableness, just something in general to fight with him over. This was amusing in a different way. He knew if he wanted answers, it was best not to push or pry. The demon wasn’t even hoping to get his answers, merely that she’d let slip small details that most others would overlook. Even if his Minus Esca told him nothing, just being near her, in her presence would allow him to evaluate her body language. Allow him to see her.

The look Arioch leveled towards Jo was one of boredom, disinterest in what she was saying. If he had been feeling a bit more cutting today, the demon likely would have reminded her that he in fact could pop in anytime he wanted. Or at least, pop near her. They’d never agreed to him not seeing her. Yes, Arioch had indeed offered such a term, but when she stated the exact expectations she had for their agreement, Joanna had left that detail out. Her body, her mother and seven years. That was all.

“Lover, fear not. There is no need for your concern over my well being.” Deliberately he misunderstood her questions. Arioch didn’t think the hunter would appreciate being reminded that demons were telepathic. While he didn’t go around reading each person's mind, as there was more fun to be had in the process of drawing it out, he did tend to reach out and ‘scan’ the area. No, the demon knew it would be best to remove her from that trail of thought and set her about on another one.

His brow rose in amusement, surprised that such a seasoned hunter would feel so daring. If she wanted to tempt fate, he would not be the one to convince her that she wasn’t immortal, merely remind her. Jo’s own daredevil actions could cost her her life and he’d not be bothered either way by it. It merely meant he’d be along to collect her soul far earlier than the seven year. “Well, my mistake then Minus Esca. I shall take note not to remind you in the future when I can easily cross into your room at night.” While he would enjoy collecting her soul early if she chose to risk it, the demon would prefer to honor his terms. He wasn’t like the new aged children whom just wanted to up their tally with any means possible. No, as much as the hunter’s despised his kind and what they did, some of them still held a certain respect towards purchasing souls.

Her cleverly thought out retort had his eyes darkening slightly, his hands folding into his lap as he rested his left leg over the right. Settling more comfortably into the seat, Arioch remained silent while she continued to attempt to ignore him, to pretend he wasn’t there. The demon knew that the hunter wouldn’t be so foolish as to think he truly bought her lie. “I’d be prone to believe you lover, except your fair skin betrays you.” While the woman wasn’t exactly pale, she also was not one whom had just been on vacation. “I’ll ask again, where have you been lover. You removed the bracelet I gifted to you.” Not that she could remove it herself, something he wasn’t sure she may have discovered yet. Which meant that someone else had done it for her.


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23 Feb 2013, 16:25 #5

Jo glanced at Arioch when he hinted at frequent future visits. "I wouldn't keep trying my patience," she snapped. "True, you're about as irritating as a fly buzzing around. But ever hear of a fly swatter?" Okay technically she didn't have a weapon that would kill demons. But there was one next door, an Jo knew if she actually told Dean about this stuff, he would loan it to her. And then there was always a good old fashioned exorcism.

But it also didn't matter how often Arioch wanted to visit. Not really. If she was truthful with herself, Jo hadn't put up her wards yet because she hadn't been sure she wasn't going to end up knocking on Dean's door despite her pride. He probably wouldn't think any less of her, but she had been uncertain about this little experiment. When they were camping outside and hiding at Bela's, it hadn't mattered. But if they went back to her place, or Bobby's, or Eddie's, Ellen would hear about her sharing Dean's bed and have a few things to say about it, innocent or not. The wards had been unnecessary if she was going to fail at this apart thing, but if Arioch was going to visit like this, she would do it anyway. Christ, damned if she did, damned if she didn't. The whole thing made her long for the simplicity of the past week at Bela's.

Jo wasn't expecting him to believe her lie, and rolled his eyes at his retort. "It's called sunblock, dumbass," she shot back, getting up and pouring herself a drink from the half empty bottle on the night stand. Her hands shook, but she didn't spill a drop, and by the time she turned back to the demon Jo was hiding it again. The adrenaline kick had burned up the alcohol in her system, and she wouldn't do so well "unmedicated".

She sipped her drink, not bothering to offer him one. His whole intense questioning thing was getting old. But something about his statement pricked her suspicion. "So you CAN keep tabs in me with this?" She asked archly, lifting her wrist. The bracelet was back, though she had thought hard about pitching it. What good was having a direct line to a demon if it could be taken away when you needed him? But ultimately, she had put it back on.

"Look, Arioch, you're not my mother, boyfriend, or shrink. I don't have to explain myself to you. So get lost."
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18 Mar 2013, 16:31 #6

His eyes followed her, pleased she was tolerating his company and hadn’t outright physically moved to rid herself of him. Much as she despised Arioch, Joanna Harvelle had grown accustomed to him it seemed. He hoped it would only be a matter of time before she willingly called for him, sought him out to spend tension filled company with. While the demon wasn’t foolish enough to believe she’ wrap her mind around his presence being good, he knew she’d tolerate it the more often it happened. So long as she was alone, of course.

The other hunter tended to interfere and created constraints on what time he’d be able to pop in and surprise her. Just as the angels did with Americe. It was quite inconvenient since Arioch preferred being able to check up on his more special deals. He knew it was a long process, but the demon wanted his girls to depend on him, to defer to his commands. Arioch had plans for them, plans that stretched very far down the road. The sooner they consented to his wishes, the easier everything would fall into place.

At her threat, his eyes flashed red and he speared her with a gaze of indifference. “Nor you mine, lover.” While she may never know, Jo had tested his patience early on in their rendezvous. Her continuous denials of his deal offers had frustrated him and forced the demon to take matters into his own hands. Usually it was not something he enjoyed resorting to, but she something had to break the dam and cause her to cave. The little hunter would need constant reminders of that it seemed.

Instead of rising to her biting comment, his eyes slowly slid over her skin, watched her form get up and indulge herself with liquor. The silence stretched between them while she busied herself, tried to distance herself from the conversation and his presence. Then, as if nothing was amiss, she turned back to him with her abrasive attitude. He knew better than to believe the facade she was parading for herself; for she was the only person who needed convincing. How utterly pathetic and weak of her. Arioch thought better of the hunter, thought she was stronger than such actions and seeing the lies she attempted to hide was disappointing. He may not have the full details, and he may never discover them, but he knew what he saw now.

Passing over her earlier snide remark, he stood and moved to the bottle she had just poured from. The demon wasn’t concerned how closely he passed by her and made no extra movements to stray from her. Pouring a glass for himself, he glanced at her over his shoulder and took a small sip. “Of course. Did we not have an agreement where if you called, I would come?” Though the demon knew he could find her by merely tracing her soul to its source, it was more fun to keep the hunters on their toes, not to mention that method could be blocked. Just as it had been when he’d tried to locate her not long ago.

The glass in his hand shattered from the pressure he exerted on it, shards embedding themselves into the meat suits hand. Turning to face her fully, blood leaked out from the slices and trailed down his fingertips, pooling at the end before dripping to the ground. The alcohol burned the open wounds, but it was insignificant compared to how holy water felt. “No, lover you do not. But it would behoove you to explain where you have been so in the future, I can locate you.” He’d lost all joy in the game and decided merely to cut to the chase with the impertinent blonde. “Or perhaps we shall just wait until the next time you’re removed from my grid. Perhaps someone elses live will be in danger, someone like your mother's and due to your stubborn nature, I’ll be unable to help.” He took a step closer to her, uncaring of what weapons she may draw on him. “Is that what you would like to see happen, Joanna?”


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22 Mar 2013, 18:35 #7

The longer Arioch inflicted his company on her, the more ragged her frayed nerves got. Jo was still too raw, too sensitive from her Valko ordeal to deal with confrontation. She was doing her best, but the mixture of of tension and pride was taking it's toll. She needed him to leave, but couldn't let herself bend enough to make the request - either pleasantly or forcefully. She just had to grit her teeth as he returned the threat and tried not to react.

She hadn't offered him a drink, but he got himself one anyway. Arioch didn't seem to have things like normal boundaries. Case in point, the fact that he basically had to stand on top of her to get to the bottle behind her. Jo made a disgusted sound and brushed past him to put more distance between them. While his back was turn, she took a larger drink of her liquor. Even being that close to him made her feel like their was a filthy layer of scum coating her skin.

"Now, see, in my opinion a phone is different than a GPS chip," Jo shot back. "Stop checking up on me. If I have to talk to you, I'll summon you. Not the other way around." She wasn't fooling herself with the thought she was the one with any control in this situation. This might be a contracted deal, but she definitely had the worst end of it. Still, by refusing to give up what little say she had, she was keeping Arioch from just run right over her.

When he broke his glass, it wasn't wasn't loud or particularly violent. But it still amped up their tension from restrained to threatening. Jo set her glass down on the table harder than necessary as he snapped at her. She propped her hands on her hips and arched her brow at him as he spoke. Rather than back down when he pressed closer to her, she drew herself up.

"You. Don't. Threaten. Me." Jo ground out, taking a step forward of her own. "You don't threaten my family. In fact, forget I even have one. As far as you're concerned, our business is just between us. You even go near them, and I promise you I will spend the next seven years making you regret it." Jo's voice was iron hard, and she wasn't showing any of the signs of distress that had been haunting her for weeks, though she was merely just pushing them all down. Pressurized contents tend to explode, however. She needed to get him out of here.

"I was visiting someone who's compound is 100% completely demon proof," Jo added. "Now get the hell out before I decide to make that my permanent residence."
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08 Apr 2013, 12:39 #8

The round and round was expected but frustrating. Though for centuries he had dealt with mouthy children like Jo, the demon found his patience growing thinner and thinner with each mundane and unchanging encounter with humans. Much as they all sprouted about independence, freedom and their own choices; Arioch found every single one to be predictably the same. Especially the sassier wenches. Outwardly he was a blank canvas, able to still any violent reactions he may want to have towards the hunter. She’d grow tired of this before he did, that much the demon knew. “And when I can’t find you when you call, what petty sort of solution shall you muster up in your head then?”

His eyes flashed red at her as a sneer ghosted across his lips. She attempted to intimidate him and while she still could harm him, exorcise him, Arioch knew she wouldn’t. She had too much invested in him and their deal to be so frivolous with her actions. Were he not a supernatural creature, a powerfully strong and old demon, perhaps he would have heeded her words. This was the woman he knew, the one he had carefully destroyed until she broke towards him. His bloodied hand reached up and gently caressed across her pale neck, leaving the meat suits source of life to stain her skin.

While her voice was cold and demanding, his was warm, lowly spoken whispers to remind. “You mistake my words for threats, lover. Do not forget the fact that I alone hold the ability to save your so called family.” Leaning forward, his face easily invaded her space and he reached to grasp her wrist but stopped though the heat could be felt between their limbs. “I couldn’t give two shits Joanna, over what happens to the worthless beings you love, but if I cannot find you, how shall I fulfill our agreement?” Turning his back on her, he moved to pour another glass for himself. “Death has rules, Minus Esca. Soul’s are much easier to handle if they've not been reaped yet. I’d caution you to remember what’s more important before you continue to act petulantly.” There were no remaining glasses in sight and smirking to himself, Arioch removed the top of the bottle and placed his lips to the opening, tilting his head backwards and allowing the liquid to flow down his throat.

Meticulously he placed the cap back on the alcohol and returned the drink to its spot. Avoiding eye contact with the hunter, he purposely looked through her like the insignificant human she was. Arioch lowered himself back into the chair he had originally taken and brought his foot back up to rest atop his other knee, folding his hands in his lap. “And said address of this location?” Oh yes, he’d go around and around until he had what he wanted. Her outburst had settled him, had the demon realizing that in order to keep control of this conversation, he’d have to all but ignore anything she offered until he persistently obtained what he truly wanted.


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14 Apr 2013, 16:12 #9

Jo was already so tired of this conversation. His questions set her on edge, especially since they demanded she talk about about things that were still raw. The truth was that she hadn't been able to come up with a solution to not being able to contact him. And God knew she'd tried. It would have been worth whatever he wanted of her to be able to free Dean and herself from Valko. She sighed explosively. "Why do you even care?" she asked instead of answering. "Even if I never need anything from you again, you've already won. My soul's yours. And if I get myself killed because I can't beg you to save me, you get to collect early, don't you?"

She didn't expect to really make him back off, but it would have been more satisfying if he'd shown at least a little concern at the prospect of exorcism. What he did instead shocked her. Jo clenched her jaw and turned her face away from him as she tried to control her visceral reaction to the blood painting her skin. She'd seen too much blood lately; memories pressed in at the edges of her consciousness, threatening to overwhelm her. No. Jo mentally slammed the door on those, forcing herself to stay in the present.

The hunter would have shot him if he'd touched her just then. Even the warmth of him tempted her, and Jo's hands into fists tight enough that her nails were biting into her palms. "I wasn't trying to get out of our agreement," she ground out, glaring at him. "I'm a smart girl, I know you won't punish me for hiding when the time comes. You'll punish my family until I come to you. I have more honor than that. When my time is up, I won't be behind any boundaries that might hold you."

When Arioch turned from her, Jo picked up the towel she had laid down to clean her weapons and scrubbed the blood from her skin. Even with it gone, she could still feel him on her. A scalding shower was in order the second he left. The sooner the better.

"I don't know," she snapped, tossing the towel back on the table he now sat at. "I was kind of distracted when coming and going. If you want to know so bad, why don't you go find it yourself. I have better things to do." Jo was officially done with this conversation. Arioch might not want to leave, but she could. She even had a safe, demon free place to go right next door, occupied by someone who would kill Arioch on principle. She hadn't unpacked a lot, so started gathering things and stuffing them in her bag.
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20 May 2013, 14:37 #10

Her answer did nothing to ease his own curiosity, not that he had expected much from the hunter. Of course the human would come back with something along those lines. His nostrils expanded as he left out a deep puff of air and attempted to temper his anger. “You humans are always so very similar. Though you all will worm your way out of our deals, deals you seek, that does not mean all of my kind enjoys early collections.” His eyes closed, remembering for a brief millisecond the days he had come from. Days where agreements were bound by word and nothing supernatural. Where honor, name and word were the things held in the highest esteem.

She would not have weathered that time period, none of these new century humans would have. They were far too invested in selfishness and technology. In allowing themselves to be lazy and not to strive for anything. Hard work, the demon held back from snorting, was a word most were lacking in their vocabulary. The darker side of him would have loved to see them try to work the mines, the harshest punishment. It was a death sentence yet some few slaves, slaves with enough resilience could survive it.

He’d expected more from her, Arioch had wanted her to lash out at him and begin the fight. While he initially had only come here for answers, now Arioch was here to exert his power. Joanna Harvelle thought she had enough of a footing in their deal merely because she had participated. The demon would uphold his portions, but just as he had with Americe, she’d learn to submit.

Arioch studied her suspiciously, yet intrigued at the same time. He didn’t doubt the validity of her words, not in this moment but when that time came it was always a much different tune. Humans gave into their baser instincts and fear easily overruled all other thoughts. While his hunter may think she was strong enough, had enough fortitude to face him when her time came, he didn’t expect her to. Though, Joanna had surprised him more than once, perhaps this time she’d prove him wrong.

Picking up the towel she discarded, he wiped his own bloodied hands on it, depositing it in his lap to take with him afterwards. The demon was not foolish enough to leave a rag with something so damning against him merely lying around. Even if she had no thoughts towards harming him, Arioch took little to no chances. His Minus Esca was a smart girl, she’d discover how to use it against him eventually. “I’m working to do just that, Joanna. You seem to be quite resistant against my inquiries.” His eyes darkened, before glancing over at the door to the hallway. “Perhaps I shall observe your friend to discover what I wish.” He would not interact with Winchester, the demon did not have a death wish. But the threat, that could loosen her lips. “What sort of activities did you partake in on your vacation?


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22 May 2013, 02:10 #11

Jo didn't know exactly what Arioch wanted from her. Sure he was claiming to want to know where she had disappeared to, but the blond wondered if it wasn't more than that. He wasn't wrong; she was trying to figure a way out of this. But not the way he thought. She could see a demon not liking a soul trying to evade getting claimed, but it was inevitable. Even if he didn't go after her family, humans had an expiration date even when they didn't sell their souls. Demons were immortal and Arioch could wait her out if she tried anything like just hiding from him.

Whatever her salvation was, it was going to have to be more permanent than that.

Jo also figured he doubted her, and that was why the third degree. Arioch thought he knew her because he owned her, but he had no idea who she really was. Jo had willingly gone into the dark the first time, insisted on it even. She wasn't afraid of dying, though she wasn't too excited about what was waiting on the other side this time. That was why Arioch wouldn't ever really own her; he failed to understand that critical part of her.

She paused in her packing and sighed expansively when he countered with how he was trying to find it. That was NOT what she meant. Jo snorted derisively when he mentioned watching Dean. “Good luck with that. He isn't going back there.” A pleased sort of smirk crossed her lips. “He knows about you, which I'm willing to bet you weren't counting on. And he's so not a fan. Kind of wants to kill you just on principle, even though it won't get me out of this. Sure, it's rash, but let's be real here. Winchesters just don't have the kind of patience Harvelles do.” She gave a 'what can you do' face and shrugged.

Her smirk vanished when he brought up what activities she enjoyed on her vacation. “You really don't understand the concept of leaving things alone for your own benefit, do you?” Jo resumed stuffing her belongings in her bag. “Look, if it will get you to fuck off, the spell isn't even on the place any more and no one I know can replicate it. If I wanted them to, and I don't.” Not that she had been back there since Sam and Ellen pulled her and Dean out of the ground. She couldn't face it, the things that had been done to her down there. But others had gone, to see if there was any trace of Valko. There wasn't, nor was the place still spelled. He had clearly closed up shop and moved on.

“As for what I was doing....” Jo zipped her bag closed and leveled a steady look at the demon. Inside she was still the wreck Valko had made of her, but she was putting every ounce of strength she had into appearing cool and confident. “I learned how to be strong enough to beat anything you do to me. You might own my soul, Arioch, but you're never going to win.” It wasn't true, but it would be. Jo would make sure of that, even if she had to go to that shrink her mother wanted her to see.

“Now, if you'll excuse me, there's a bed with a man who doesn't have to manipulate me into it next door, and I've changed my mind about sleeping alone. You can see yourself out.” Jo shouldered her bag and headed for the door.

((idk how pushy Arioch is going to be about getting answers, but he is definitely allowed to stop her and keep her there longer. ;) ))
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11 Oct 2013, 20:17 #12

Arioch was intrigued at the news, surprised even that Winchester knew about him and the deal the two of them had struck. Though he wouldn’t be shocked if Harvelle had merely mentioned him and not the reason for their interactions. Regardless, it was interesting to discover that the hunter who had adamantly demanded he tell no one of their deal, not even his own brethren, divulged that information on her own accord. She was either desperately seeking help or perhaps on her vacation had been cornered or forced by the other hunter to explain how she escaped from the wheelchair.

It didn’t matter, one man, one very human man would not be able to stop him from claiming what was his. Dean had sold his soul once before, and he knew that even if you disposed of the demon who made the agreement, the soul was still collected. Lilith no longer held all the contracts, but Arioch had made sure his would be cared for by an old friend if anything befell him.

He’d wondered what it was about her vacation that was causing her to flee. They’d meet before, and while Arioch did have the upper hand in the most recent of visits, she’d never turn and fled from him. Interesting. He was a smart enough demon to pick up on the fact that whatever it was had seriously damaged the hunter, but as he personally knew, not everything was physically damaging. All of her kind had an expectation to be injured at some point or another and built some sort of resolve against the pain. Joanna had been injured when she was attacked by the hounds but not changed. This though, this was something much different.

The demon was behind her within moments, slamming the door shut before she could leave. He didn’t touch her, but he knew she’d be hypersensitive to the warmth and proximity from his meat suit. “For such a seemingly grown woman, your true self is displayed. You’re a child, Minus Esca. I've already won, I have your soul.” He moved back just a fraction, removing his hand from the door and moving to her side, placing his shoulder against it. “You humans think you are so strong.” Arioch’s hand reached up, tucking the loose strand of hair behind her ear, smiling darkly at her. “Haven’t you ever heard how my kind is created? We spend decades in Hell being tortured, but sometimes those of us with a certain promise to them, are offered an escape. Your mind is so lost after time, it’s a choice made without thought, Joanna.” Arioch pushed off from the door, returning to his drink and chair, lowering back into it. He rested one leg on his knee, sipping from the cup while watching her.

“Rumor has it, that man in the other room has a dab hand at torturing souls. I’ll give you, it took 30 years down there to break him, but the fact remains. You all break.


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18 Oct 2013, 19:36 #13

Jo was still opening the door when Arioch slammed it from behind her. She gritted her teeth, on edge by his proximity. She didn't think it was possible to hate anyone as much as she hated the demon. She stayed facing away from him while he baited her, seeking the control she didn't think she had. But when he moved, so did she, turning to face him with a calm expression. A mask. A lie. Valko may have changed a lot about her, but she could still lie.

"I'm a child?" she asked evenly, narrowing her eyes at him. "I don't believe I'm the one lording my victory over you right now, am I?" She crossed her arms over her chest and mimicked his pose against the door. Jo tolerated his touch, because to do otherwise would reveal her weakness. And she might be broken, at least a little bit, but she was still HER. And some day she might have to face him again as a whole person and didn't want to lose that ground.

Of course, that didn't mean she wasn't going to get straight in the shower as soon as he left.

Jo knew how demons were made, Arioch didn't have to tell her. But she knew he was going to, so didn't bother saying anything. She just did her best to look bored and not let anything she felt show on her face. The hunter was surprised he moved away from the door, and turned to watch him move across the room. He wasn't saying anything Jo didn't already know, both about what hell did to a person and what Dean had experienced down there. Valko had made sure of that. Arioch saying it now just succeeded in pissing her off.

"So what you're telling me," Jo said, approaching him slowly, "is that you're broken. Stripped down of anything that made you you, turned into a shell. A puppet," she bit off the last word. "I know about the 30 years," she said, leaning in close without touching him and lowering her voice. "I know about what came after. And the fact is that even if he'd tortured 100 times more souls than he did...." Jo smiled unpleasantly at Arioch. "He'd still be better than you."

The blonde straightened and walked backward toward the door. "And as for me. Well, you might own my soul, but that doesn't mean you know me. I think I'll surprise you yet." She shrugged with one shoulder.
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19 Nov 2013, 18:37 #14

Arioch watched her display actions that only furthered to confirm his observation. “Lording?” He shook his head, as if disappointed she still hadn’t grasped the subject material yet. Disappointed that Joanna continued to stand firmly in her wrong point of view. “Or perhaps, attempting to educate you to a realization.” The demon owned her soul. There was no escape from that. No coming back from that. Though the Winchesters seemed to be proving the exception to that rule.

Harvelle wouldn’t though, Arioch would never allow it.

Her words were insulting but surprisingly, the demon wasn’t baited. The hunter was neither correct nor incorrect. It wasn’t turning into the demon that had broken him, it was losing his wife. Before selling his soul, he had long been a shell, long been a puppet for entertainment. Oh how the times had changed since the demon called Arioch had walked the Earth. He had been a ripe candidate to become what he was, a man bent on revenge and with nothing to remind of the good in life, nothing to stop him from saying yes and getting off that rack.

“Of course you know about what came after Joanna. You, your mother, countless others died because of it. If Winchester had the willpower to be better than me he would never have said yes. He would have borne his burden and not broken the first seal; just as his father did.” Arioch adjusted in his seat instead of following her, restraining from the action lest he be seen as taunting her. “Thankfully the powers were prepared with a plan B since his father wouldn’t break, they went after the next link. The weaker link.”

The first seal took a righteous man and John Winchester had fit the bill. Unfortunately he had proven more resilient than they had expected. Every route they tried, he rejected them. It was only a matter of time before they enacted plan B. Alastair willingly sacrificed his army of special children he had been building to make sure Sam Winchester died and they obtained Dean’s soul, though Arioch had known that Al would have been happy if Sam proved himself strongest so long as he could convert the human.

“He will never be better Joanna, I am what I am. I embrace my choice. Winchester; he excuses, seemingly regret’s, he mopes but he will always remember that he enjoyed those moments. Savored them when he was given the chance. Think carefully whom you count among your friends.”


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02 Dec 2013, 04:15 #15

Jo rolled her eyes as Arioch tried to claim he wasn't being an arrogant asshole, and was merely "educating" her. Right. And she hunted to explore exciting new places, and meet interesting new people. "I know the deal, Arioch," she snapped without patience. "In seven years, minus the time that's passed, my soul belongs to you. The key phrase in there is "in seven years," asshole. You have zero say over what I do or how I spend my time in the meantime. Stop acting like an overly possessive boyfriend."

Of course he responded to her little baiting. Jo didn't really think he wouldn't, but she made the mistake of stopping to listen to him out of habit. Listening to him try and bait her about her death being caused by Dean and the whole apocalypse thing made her roll her eyes hard enough to nearly sprain something. She'd heard this before, primarily from Dean himself. But no matter who was saying it, or what she thought of them, it was bullshit.

"Like your bosses and the big guys upstairs would have let the Apocalypse not happen," she dismissed, crossing her arms. "Don't bullshit a bullshitter. Either it was destiny and it was always going to be Dean and he was always going to say yes, or both your side and the angel douchebags are fucking liars and just wanted to throw the world's biggest temper tantrum." She shrugged exaggeratedly. "Either way, I'm not really a "means" sort of girl. I'm a bigger fan of results. And from my point of view, it looks like humans kicked your ass. So why don't you stop bugging me and go find another plan B to pull out of it."

Jo got that Arioch wanted to be the big man on campus here. She pettily hoped that her comparing him to another person who'd been to hell and found Arioch lacking had struck a nerve. Not realizing, of course, that he might some day find a way to turn that back around on her. "It's not what either of you have done that makes him better," she shot back, rolling her eyes again because she'd already made this point. "It's who you both are." She scoffed when he made the case that he was at all the better "friend."

"As if I'd ever count you among my friends," she said derisively. "Let's be completely honest here, Arioch. You're not a 'pal' who did me a 'favor.' You're a lone shark. No," she retracted with quite a bit of scorn, "you're lower. A flunky. Because you don't even own what you bought. Hell does. You don't even own your own, if you still even have one." Jo very much doubted that and her expression made that clear.
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