At first, the barrage was bearable. Rose had already seen Lucifer's entire litany of Sam-o-vision. Yes, it hurt. Lucifer filled her with fearful questions and doubt. Still, Rose could assure herself that she knew Sam. The younger Winchester could help her understand the images... if and when she got the courage to ask.
The defensive walls she built, however, quickly became insufficient. Rose discovered too late that she was in over her head. Immediately after this realization, she lost her sense of reality to the onslaught. She wasn't dreaming Lucifer's images anymore- she was living them.
Crimson poured from her baby brother's throat, his tortured cries sputtering with blood. There was her father, riddled with bullets on a burning battlefield. The enemy approached to mutilate his still-living body as he cried for Jackie. Everyone Rose had ever known- WOULD ever know- sat starving in a prison camp. An ice-cold rain earned a helpless chorus of wails from the barely-clothed masses. People of every color and creed were robbed, raped, tortured.
Rose's ears were deafened with screams, her nose ignited with the scent of gunpowder and burned flesh. Worst of all was the guilt. Every bit of this was somehow her fault. She fell from the bed, into a sobbing heap on the ground at Lucifer's feet. She could not see the Devil, however. Her overwhelmed senses knew only the whole of humanity as it was plunged into the scorched planet.
Beside Maxwell Smart, Rose's real body remained peaceful and still.
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The defensive walls she built, however, quickly became insufficient. Rose discovered too late that she was in over her head. Immediately after this realization, she lost her sense of reality to the onslaught. She wasn't dreaming Lucifer's images anymore- she was living them.
Crimson poured from her baby brother's throat, his tortured cries sputtering with blood. There was her father, riddled with bullets on a burning battlefield. The enemy approached to mutilate his still-living body as he cried for Jackie. Everyone Rose had ever known- WOULD ever know- sat starving in a prison camp. An ice-cold rain earned a helpless chorus of wails from the barely-clothed masses. People of every color and creed were robbed, raped, tortured.
Rose's ears were deafened with screams, her nose ignited with the scent of gunpowder and burned flesh. Worst of all was the guilt. Every bit of this was somehow her fault. She fell from the bed, into a sobbing heap on the ground at Lucifer's feet. She could not see the Devil, however. Her overwhelmed senses knew only the whole of humanity as it was plunged into the scorched planet.
Beside Maxwell Smart, Rose's real body remained peaceful and still.