hardy boys fan fiction

THE ONE THAT GOT AWAY

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by

Nomi

Epilogue

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THE CHAPTERS

INTRO

PROLOGUE

CHAPTER 1

CHAPTER 2

CHAPTER 3

CHAPTER 4

CHAPTER 5

CHAPTER 6

CHAPTER 7

CHAPTER 8

CHAPTER 9

CHAPTER 10

EPILOGUE

 

 

The Mansion was an old little apartment building located on the poorer end of Bayport. No one took any notice when a male in an old sports jacket and a torn cap made his way into the apartment building, up the dark and dank staircase, and into a small single-bedroom unit.

“I see you made it, Omulu.”

“I am happy to see you back in action, Master.”

Azazel laughed softly. “Yes it is good to be back. How were things during my absence?”

“There has been a bit of a power struggle, Master. But now that you’re back…”

“Isn’t it ironic that the one that got away from me was also the one that saw to my return?” Azazel mused.

“What happened, Master?”

“I had to kill all those mothers by All Souls Day, Omulu. But I did not have the power to be at so many places at one time. So I made a deal with a higher power. The condition was that each copy of me must complete the kill by the appointed time, or that part of me would be lost…”

“And how did Laura Hardy survive that night?” Omulu asked.

“The amulet she wore was an ancient protection glyph – designed to entrap a fragment of a demon essence, and as long as she wore that amulet, that particular demon could never hurt her again for it would be hurting itself…”

“So now that the amulet is destroyed…”

“That woman is no longer important to us; we must focus on the next part of our plan,” Azazel cut in curtly. The truth was, he could never touch her again, ever, simply because of her action of giving him the amulet. She gifted him his life, and the rules stated that he was beholden to her and he could never kill her. It was fortunate Laura had no idea how much power she held over him back then – it was why he had to let Frank go when she ordered him to do so. By giving up the amulet, she no longer had power over him. But, he could no longer kill her either.

Azazel sighed. He would have to let her live and die a natural death, and hope that her living on would not interfere with his plans.

“Now that the Boy King made contact with the Shadow Prince, what is our next move, Master?”

“We wait.”

The demon hesitated before stating: “But the boy is still untainted.”

“The process has started. The Boy King has exerted his influence. The events in the foreseeable future are already in place. Frank will do what he was meant to do, just like Dean did. And they will serve their brothers. For now, just keep an eye on the boy. I will not lose him through an accident.”

“Do not worry, Master. I’ve just switched hosts, and this one’s a close family friend of the Hardys. I’ll keep an eye on Joseph and make sure he lives to fulfill his destiny.”

“Good. Now go and wait for my next orders.”

“And what of Sam Winchester?”

“Little Sammy has already chosen, as required, of his own free will. He just has not realized it yet. There is no longer any worries on that front. Now, go.”

Omulu bowed and left as quietly as he came.

Yes, everything was in place – almost. First, he must regain his full strength…

Azazel smiled. It was time for him to collect from the unsuspecting sons, the legacies of their fathers

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To be continued in… The Legacies of their Fathers.

 

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