Title: hell's gates
Description: a SPN roleplay.
HG admin. - November 2, 2007 10:37 PM (GMT)
”There’s a war coming – and you boys and your daddy
are smack in the middle of it.”
That was over a year ago, and that war, it’s just beginning.
To place the blame somewhere, it was their fault – Sam and Dean Winchesters. They were the ones that opened Hell’s gate. They didn’t get their in time. They hadn’t done what was necessary. Dean’s mind was back with saving his brother, making sure Sam was safe, sound, and alive. Dean was focused on taking care of his little brother, doing that one job John had always set out for his son. Sam’s head was toward the revenge Jake deserved, and it was a mess. The YED had exposed Sam to his past, the night where Mary was killed and what Sam saw, it was too wide for his own eyes. They had emotions getting in their way because that moment, that moment Dean was face to face with the YED, the Colt in hand, was the moment he had been waiting for his whole life. The moment Sam wanted, and most of all, that John wanted. They were finishing what their father had always set out for them to do, and it spiraled out of proportion. The gateway to Hell was opened and they released more evil sons-of-bitches than they ever wanted.
When the hunters heard the stories, what happened, who had done it, they were furious. Everybody wanted a piece of pummeling the Winchester’s to the ground, and everyone wanted in on the action. With more to hunt, more hunters came out of hiding. More hunters started running into each other on the battlefield, but none of them saw what was coming. Even the most skillful of them all couldn’t see what was happening, not until the omen’s started popping up. Not until the headlines reached the newspapers that scared everyone senseless. There were more murders – brutal, rabid, and vulgar. People’s children started going missing. Their mother, their father, they were said to just disappear. More and more people were scared to leave their homes, and the hunters were getting all the signs mixed up. None of them matched to one possibility. Nothing really made sense until they started taking all the pieces apart.
The story of the Paramount Hotel was known to everyone all over the world. It was one of those traveling perks that attracted people to the establishment, the chance to “laugh at the face of danger.” It was room 1471 that turned everyone’s head. Harrison J. Paramount found the hotel in 1914 as a business investment. It blossomed, it flourished, but that didn’t mean that his life was following the pattern. His wife was cheating on him, she said that he wasn’t satisfying her attention, that the hotel was holding all of Harrison’s time. Harrison freaked out, not knowing what to do, and tried to fix things, but nothing worked, so he moved out as a statement that she was losing him. He moved into room 1471 thinking that it wouldn’t be long before she came back to him, but all she sent him were the divorce papers. Furious and distressed, Harrison J. Paramount jumped out the window, and his suicide hit every newspaper across the country. After that, the hotel had never been the same. Ever since that day, grotesque things have happened in room 1471. People died left and right, leaving no trace for reasons of why. Famous actresses hung themselves, renowned surgeons gouged out their eyes, and nobody ever knew the reasons why. It was cursed, and eventually, the room was closed because the power it contained was more than anyone ever imagined.
It was perfect for them – the Devil’s henchmen, everything your worst night mare wouldn’t even touch. They heard about the power, the events, and slowly, more and more demons started walking among the Paramount Hotel. It was the gateway to their own supernatural haven, it was the convention of evil they all wanted. Everyone wanted their own version of the takeover of the living world, and the only thing they could agree on was that darkness was going to devour the souls of humans and shatter their flesh.
The hunters were catching the omens. The electrical shortages, the cattle mutilations, anything they could get their hands on, and they were coming – fast. Sam and Dean got their and saw the cross faces, and already, no one could get along. If there was havoc between good, was their serenity between evil?
Backstabbing was everywhere.
This was a struggle to survive,
And the need to open
HELL’S GATES.