I awoke to a place that I have never seen before it looked as if gravity had been defied and like oil had been spilled like I was underwater. I saw a glistening metal in the distance it had appeared to be a blade of sorts. It was held by a tall slender figure.
"Someone approaches" the figure said in a deep raspy voice. A higher pitched voice appeared in the dark "who is it? A human who did the worst. A fellow hell-spawn..."
"Who are you? Where am I?" I called out into the abyss only to be replied by a maniacal laugh. The black figure approached while the oily liquid clung to it. He seemed to wear a mask similar to a plague doctor.
"Its the new one the storm brought in" his voice informed inflicting fear and dread.
"Isnt that one a human?" The higher pitched voice asked
"A medium attempting to expose our world" I clumsily fell back to be caught by the object that the figure had in his hands a long black handled scythe
"The plague is a painful way to go. Try not to fall in..." I looked back to see a pool of the black oily liquid and assumed that was the plague.
"Who are you?" I repeated this time more confident. More laughter...
"We are the embodiments of death himself. Four of us you may have heard of as horsemen. I am plague, the one behind me is insanity." A skinny pale hunched-over figure appeared behind him, I assumed that he was insanity and the source of the dreaded laughter.
"Where am I?" I asked with a spark of fear
"Purgatory..." insanity answered "a place of damned souls such as ourselves"
"We're the split parts of death himself we took a deal with devil after seeing that demons were not as effective as we were." Plague told
"The damned winchesters! Demon hunters!" Insanity exclaimed
"He needed a group of more elite forces to cull the humans, we took the deal and the devil put us into what we are now, forever to be apart."
"Why did he split you apart?"
"The devil is a dirty trickster, won't pass up a deal ever, but instead add his side to it. He split us up in spite of us causing a judgement day. Hell on earth... we caused many conflicts in our time to stop the advancements of the disgusting race that is humans. For example by myself I caused many diseases, including my masterpeice the black plague. pandora was my daughter however she didn't like the life of a hall-spawn and trapped me in a box to be opened only in here"
I was surprised as at his story but at the same time oddly intrigued. But then I fell on to my back into the plague to see the embodiment of plague walking away.
I choked on the water that I saw everywhere. A small pocket of air hit the ceiling of the third floor.
"Aquas." I muttered quietly. I looked under the water but saw nothing. No one. I recognized it as the real world and not purgatory. I swam to the nearest exit and made it outside. The dark gloomy sky made me feel better than a dark abyss of plague and insanity. I made it to a balcony on the 4th floor and sat there in the rain for a bit.
...
Turns out people had thought I had died in the flood. They thought I was trapped under a story and a half of water. The city was surprised to see me come up from my watery grave. I still haven't seen or heard anything from any of the demons of apartment 666. The flood waters still haven't quite gone down 4 days later but at least it enough to stand on solid ground. And every day for the past 3 days I've knocked on that door but to no avail.
