You are my sin uncrowned poem

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People tend to become anxious after looking for something but fail, especially someone like Sam who has been shutting himself in the study for more than two years without sleep and food every day.The huge bookcase has long been filled with the books he collected from all over the place, so the walls of the study are also filled with boxes stuffed with various books.On his desk, beside the bed in the bedroom, in that small attic... there are books everywhere.

There are always people who don't want to hear the rumors, bring tribute and ask to see the lord. Sam had learned to ignore these people early on, letting the demon and the white lion help him get rid of them at first.But ever since he discovered that the white lion would take the opportunity to steal human souls, the enraged lord used his power to form a chain and locked the white lion in the basement of the castle—he deliberately put the fresh and pure soul offered by Taotie in front of it, and wrapped it in a quilt. The chained white lions roared, but their claws could not reach them.

"As a pet, you should learn to be restrained." The lord bowed his head and warned his huge pet, and then left the basement amidst its roar.

But this small punishment was not enough to calm Sam's inner anxiety-he drove away countless humans who came to him to trade with him, said cold words of refusal, and watched them leave with indifferent eyes, but no amount of cruelty could do it. Let him return to his old calm and calm.

He knew that this rage was fueled by the power of demons. Demons were once humans. They committed crimes and went to hell. After thousands of years of torture, they became spirits with only malice and desire.Maybe thousands of years later, he will become like that, but at that time, there is no Dean Winchester to restrain him.

He will turn into a real demon.

For a moment, Sam felt as if he had been completely abandoned.

If so, he'd rather have Dean use the First Blade while Dean was alive, to end the long, wicked life he was about to begin.

The sky is always changing between the clear lake blue and the deep ultramarine. Sam always wakes up on time when the blue-white dawn and dusk line enters the extreme corner of the sky, and falls asleep late after the stars hide in the clouds.He didn't count the days when Dean was gone, and his soul ached from time to time, Dean was still alive, still working on his unfinished business.

Sam was just slightly tired of living a life full of disappointment and anger.

When the servant stood at the door and told him anxiously that someone was asking to see him again, the lord just nodded in disgust, put down the book in his hand, and carefully clamped the bookmark.The boots on his feet stepped on the carpet laid on the castle floor, and when he entered the main hall, he suddenly remembered that he seemed to see roses blooming in the garden just now in the study.

Candles illuminated the main hall at night as if it were day, and there were already people lying down piously on the ground under the steps. Sam sat on his throne, with the sword and scepter hanging on both sides of the throne as usual.Usually at this time, he always interrupted those people coldly before they could speak, and then refused them.He doesn't disdain their tribute at all, and doesn't need their souls. He has no interest in the fate of these people. He doesn't want to know what is connected to the other end of the thread of fate.But today he was going to take a moment to listen to this man's wishes, which he knew were abnormal - maybe just because he was a little resistant to the study that would only bring him down now.

"I hope to gain more power." The person lying on the ground said respectfully.Hearing the voice, it seemed to be a man over forty years old. Sam stared at his meticulously combed hair, frowning slightly.

He heard whispers from his soul.

Who doesn't love power? Power brings everything, wealth, privilege, awe.

Sam thought of the bishop he once respected and loved. It has long been impossible to know when the elder was engulfed by the devil, but every time he thought that the bishop offered his soul to the devil, he felt a pang of pain.

Sam listened quietly to the whispers of the man's soul.

That is the truest him, and therein lies his truest desire.

So when Sam found out from those whispers that the man was actually a priest, he felt like someone poured a pot of hot fat on him, and the rage swelled up unprecedentedly amidst the pain all over his body.He never doubted that some people's beliefs were not firm, but he never thought that there would be priests who would rather trade with the devil in exchange for greater power.

Both Sam and Dean are disqualified from being recognized by this belief, but some people still see it as a waste.

On the huge flower window behind the throne, an idol made of stained glass stared at the priest crouching under the steps, silently waiting for the lord's verdict on him.

"Your soul will be mine," Sam said, and the man looked up in surprise, thinking that the rumored cold-hearted lord who never traded with anyone was finally willing to trade with him, "I'll throw it into hell, let the flames Torment it with the hot wind every day, and your soul will suffer from death every day, I will break it and let it solidify." Sam's understatement made the muscles on the man's face twitch, and the expression of surprise suddenly turned into horror , he stared at Sam with wide eyes and trembling lips, wondering why the lord would torture his soul so much.

"Is...is my tribute not precious enough?" the man asked in fear.

"No," Sam smiled, but his gentle and quiet eyes made the man feel creepy, "I don't care about your tribute, even if you give me the whole gold mine, in my eyes, it's just a piece of gold in my garden." Just a weed."

"That, that..." The man swallowed his saliva, at a loss.

"Are you asking me why?" Sam blinked, "I just want to torture you. Don't forget, I am a demon, you trade with me, and I have the right to dispose of your soul in whatever way I like best." He Maintaining his gentle smile all the time, he gently stroked a pearl on the armrest of the throne with his fingers.

Cold sweat rolled down the man's forehead, and Sam's words made him flinch instantly.He enjoyed decades of power in the world, but after his death he would suffer thousands of years of torment in hell, day after day, without end.

Sam stood up, walked up to the steps with his graceful, steady steps, and stopped in front of the man.The man wanted to lean down, but his body couldn't move at all under Sam's suddenly cold eyes. Sam leaned over, squeezed the man's slack jaw with the fingers he had just stroked the pearl, and made a gesture of kissing him.

The man hissed in panic, pushed Sam, and threw his whole body to the ground in horror, shaking like chaff from his fingers to his ankles.

He closed his eyes tightly and recited scriptures in a panic, hoping that this would keep the devil away from him.

He regretted it, he shouldn't have been carried away by a momentary impulse.In order to prevent the devil from discovering his identity, he took care to leave all the things related to the church at home when he left home. Now he has annoyed the devil, but he has no holy things to protect.

Sam looked down at the trembling man, feeling the anger come out of him with his breath.After those vicious intimidation, a sense of emptiness and powerlessness filled the body.He was overwhelmed with grief when he heard the man recite the scriptures he was familiar with.

The man's low chanting sound echoed in the main hall, and the demon servants left the main hall one after another out of fear of the sound, leaving only Sam still confronting his heart.

"When you think of power, you think of the devil, and when the devil wants to hurt you, you think of the belief that you will discard at any time." Sam murmured, "You are so shameless, but God will still bless you."

It's not fair.

He left the hall, leaving the man alone, still trembling, reciting the scriptures.

And when Dean returned to the castle, he happened to see the man lying on the ground reciting the bible.For a moment he was in a trance, thinking that he was so homesick that he mistook some other place for his castle.Looking up at the huge stained window, the idol made of glass was as silent as ever, and he reached out and grabbed the amulet through his clothes.

"Although I don't know who you are, isn't it impolite for you to recite the Bible in the devil's house." The fever that lasted for several days made Dean a little anxious, he stepped forward, leaned over and pulled the man up .

"If the lord rejects your request, you should take your tribute and leave here." He said, grabbing the man's arm and pushing him gently towards the door, and then he met the man's astonished gaze. Go through the door on the right side of the main hall.

The man had seen Dean.

When Dean was Grand Master of the Paladins.

He knew the valiant and mighty knight.

"The devil is here, you have to kill him."

Dean stopped when he heard that, and glanced back at the man.

"Believe me, it's for your own good that he doesn't trade with you."

In the man's impression, the head of the group was a talkative young man who loved to laugh, but at this time he was not smiling, and the frost in his eyes reminded the man of the demon who left not long ago.

TBC