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December 2038
Yellow Eyes was bored. He has spent the past few years on this island with his nine child soldiers and his beloved wife Abaddon. Just a few summers ago, he tried taking over the world again which has been his mission since the day he first came to Earth in 4004 BCE. He has had multiple attempts of this but for some reason consistently keeps failing, and always by those dumb Winchester boys.
I’m so bored, Yellow Eyes thought, I refuse to accept that my master plan was foiled by Dean Jr. and that lovesick angel. If only I double checked that our anti angel tattoos were on correctly but I was sure that they were. I was already responsible for my nine child soldiers - I mean my children - and all the world ending supplies. I couldn’t have been bothered to triple check those too.
Abaddon, on the other hand, has been taking her husband’s downfall with as much grace as she could muster. She has found her passion in life, which was baking a bunch of delicious food. Now that she is no longer permitted to feed their children all things Yellow (the island does not allow this, the lovesick angel made sure of it), she has had to channel those murderous tendencies towards other kinds of food. She also watched a show where this bisexual firefighter coped with loss by baking and thought it an excellent idea. Yellow Eyes will admit that this has made the time on the island more bearable, especially with the glorious Christmas feast that Abaddon has prepared. Soon maybe, soon he could have his cake (literally) and be free.
Flashback: April 2017
Yellow Eyes and his wonderful Abaddon have been awake in the Empty together for 3 years. They were confused how they were awake originally but now they are used to it and would never question their luck. They were spending their extra time together planning for their master End of the World Takeover 2.0. If only they could get out of the Empty, then they could actually launch this plan and finally make the world end in Yellow.
While Yellow Eyes was pondering this plan he felt a ripple. Before he knew it, his sister Dagon was standing before him. Dagon and Yellow Eyes have had a glorious time together, growing up in the Garden of Eden with all of his demon siblings led to some excellent games. He knew that all of his siblings were still alive but he had no idea where they were. And considering they did not come to his aid when he was being brutally attacked by those Winchester Boys he didn’t care that much. However, he was in the Empty, with his beloved on his arm, and had no more room in his heart for hate and anger. Especially not towards fellow yellow eyed soldiers that he knew would support his plan to make the world all Yellow in the end.
“My dear dead brother,” Dagon said, “Where am I?”
“You are in the Empty sister, you’re dead too. May I ask what happened to you?” Yellow Eyes responded, his brow etched with confusion.
“One minute I was a midwife for that pregnant lady who has the nephilim cooking inside her, and the next I was disintegrated by her fetus and this trench coat angel guy and I woke up here”
Yellow Eyes was confused. He did not know anything about a nephilim or a trench coat angel. However, he has heard from his beloved that there was an angel who appeared to be with the Winchesters and when this confusion appeared on his face, his beloved nodded in confirmation.
“Well you are welcome to join us in our plans to take over the world. We plan to make it all in Yellow. It will not be enacted until we all get out of this place, and when that happens I can't promise that you will be able to escape with us, but you can help now.”
“Of course my favorite Yellow brother” Dagon nodded in contentment.
***Three years later when Yellow Eyes did escape, he only left with his beloved Abaddon, Dagon just a brief thought in his mind.***
December 2038
Yellow Eyes was sitting on his favorite chair near the lake watching his three sets of triplets play volleyball. While he was pondering what to do with his life, Abaddon approached him with a bright beautiful smile on her face. While she pitched her Christmas dinner idea to him, Yellow Eyes just nodded along mindlessly as it went in one ear and out the other. Before he knew what he was agreeing to, Abaddon clapped him on the shoulder and went back to her kitchen with the beginnings of the meal already cooking in the oven.
Yellow Eyes sat up in shock hours later, realizing what had happened. He just agreed to leave the island so he could find a way to gather his dead relatives out of the Empty. They would take over the world, all in Yellow of course, and then all gather together on this hellscape of an island for one last delicious meal as the world burned in bright yellow flames. Yellow Eyes sat back and smiled. He finally had a plan to escape. This time he will only bring himself, his army will be his resurrected siblings. That way he had no children to look after and cause him to forget the anti angel tattoos again. He was ready, he would succeed. And this time the end of the world would bring not only glory and yellow flames, but a delicious Christmas dinner cooked by his beloved Abaddon.
Flashback: 3004 BCE
Yellow Eyes enjoyed being a demon. Some of the random yellow eyed demons he came across were too soft. He noticed them walking around with white blond angels and complaining about the unicorns that had been wiped out during the Great Flood, instead of being thrilled that those pokey little creatures were gone. He couldn’t wait for the day he could take over the world. He recently had two lovely children, fellow Yellow Eyed demons that he believes would one day make great warriors. Their names were Tom and Meg and they were the sunshines of his eyes.
Neither of them were ever thrilled with one another and fought like all good siblings do. Meg was a very stabby child, and because of this Yellow Eyes believed that she would have great demonic potential as she got older. She went to great lengths to protect her brother from holy water and even killed his enemies for him when he was incapacitated. He loved his children very much and the best thing was that he did not have any responsibility for them in the slightest. He would leave them for decades at a time to spread demonic woes to people and have them fend for themselves. This he believed was the best kind of training and something he hopes they will carry with them throughout their little demonic lives.
***Of course neither of them would live to see the world end in Yellow. Tom tragically died in 2006, killed by the same gun and stupid Dean Winchester boy that would go on to kill him a year later. Meg in turn, did live to see his first attempt but tragically died in 2013, by the current King of Hell Crowley. Yellow Eyes would go on to see them both in the Empty when he awoke and felt his dead demonic heart break in two at the sight.***
December 2038
Yellow Eyes had a plan. It was a beautiful plan. He was going to break through the wards the lovesick angel put on the island. Of course this was going to be difficult because the island prohibited all things that make Yellow Eyes and his kind powerful but he will give it all it takes to try. His beloved Abaddon has been baking so much that she was bound to have come up with something that is powerful enough to break down the wards. Everyone knows that baking and taking down massive wards caused by lovesick angels go hand in hand. Before he knew it, Abaddon came out with a delicious looking orange tart for exactly this purpose.
“Love, we all know I was baking up something to get rid of these wards” Abaddon said, her voice so sickeningly sweet it made Yellow Eyes feel a little bad for the first time ever that he was leaving her behind. “This is something that no lovesick angel has ever heard of I promise you. When would he have time to discover it when everything he eats tastes like molecules? Not to mention he is so wrapped up in that stupid Winchester boy who killed you to notice anything.”
Yellow Eyes took the tart and with a curt nod to his beloved, walked over to the edge of the island and popped it in his mouth. Immediately, he was filled with so much power and was stronger than ever before. With one step he raised his fist and punched a hole in the island wall just big enough to slip out, before stepping into the world of those annoying stupid humans, not as Yellow Eyes but as Azazel.