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Walking into Scotty's Cafe made the very presence of the dining area change. To the visitors already dining and the servers, it was the air got colder like the lingering warmth was chased away. Their instincts, dulled by the peace of plentiful harvest, were attempting to scream out in fear of being near something dangerous. With each step Soren made in the cafe, his eyes carried a deeply sharp predatory gaze as if a true monster wandered into a pen of drugged sheep.
Even the very air within the cafe, out of the whole town of Burkitsville, seemed to offend Soren's nostrils. He took in a sharp breath as Soren made his order of a black coffee with some cream in it.
From what he remembered of the show episode, Dean would arrive alone to uncover what was all happening to the missing people who were sacrificed to appease the Vanir god. He'd end up being one of the sacrificial people to appease said god alongside Emily Jorgeson, but the Vanir would instead take Emily's adoptive parents on the last night of the harvest cycle. It would be towards the end of the episode that both Sam and Dean, along with Emily, would destroy the first tree in the orchard and end the reign of the Vanir god over the people in this town. Just how the professor Dean went to talk to betrayed him to the corrupt sheriff of this town made the skin on Soren's body itch uncomfortably.
"I hate betrayers so fucking much," Soren thought to himself as he sat down at a window chair while sipping on his coffee. He looked out towards the rest of the town and let his gaze wander around. "Reminds too much about those fuckers who dived too deeply into madness in the early days of the System."
Soren didn't want to remember that hell, especially in this new life of his, yet the white hot anger he felt knowing how these residents of this quaint town betray a male and female to their ancient harvest god every year without fail did not dim. Even if the System didn't tell him that he could initiate court proceedings against this town, he still would have bankrupted this town into obscurity.
"Chuck and His little games with the Winchesters can go fuck themselves. I'd rather bring the whole town drown in the blood of Yharnam and watch them all suffer, but I'll save that for any smart demons like Alastair or Azazel," Soren thought to himself as his whole posture did not change despite his aura growing colder. "Maybe I could force Uriel or Lucifer into the Nightmare if they piss me off enough. It'd be interesting to see how an Angel would survive in the Hunter's Nightmare."
Other patrons couldn't speak their complaints about the outsider being there, let alone call for the sheriff to remove him, as Soren was not doing anything suspicious. Aside from Dean, who was currently more than a day away from the town, Soren appeared to be the perfect tourist.
The only problem that they had with him being there was that his very presence was nearly suffocating. The bloodlust, the cruelty, and the insanity within it made the townsfolk shiver in fearful submission like wolves in front of their Alpha.
Soren soon finished his coffee and paid for the drink before heading out. Considering it was only 2006 and not the more modern 2025 with smart pay and faster smartphones, Soren felt very inconvenient for relying on such technology.
"If only this world knew that the coronavirus was coming in fourteen years," Soren groaned as he realized he'd have to live through that again, "they would be doomsday prepping hard."
As his left foot crossed the threshold of the cafe and the door closed, the suffocating presence weakened considerably. The patrons and cafe workers let out a breath that they all didn't realize they were holding in, but while most were just utterly terrified into silence about what happened, some others felt a seeded belief take root in their souls.
Unbeknownst to them, this belief was more than enough to send their souls to another realm entirely. It wouldn't be Heaven, Hell, or Purgatory, but this realm was a type of hellish heaven for specific people.
However, that story is for later.
Soren would, after departing from the cafe, go around to explore the town and find an inn to visit.
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Later thatnight...
"Lumos," Soren whispered as he waved his wand. Within seconds of speaking the incantation, a soft white glow erupted from the tip of his wand and the light swiftly became bright enough to see well in the dark.
"Well, at least minor magic works," Soren sighed as he strolled through the orchard. "I'm not too sure what the [White Void] did to my magical ability, but I'm glad the spells from Hogwarts still work here. I'll have to test to see if either Incendio or Confringo works the same, but I do have the sense that the Unforgivables will work as intended even if it may carry traces of the Void."
Each step he took in the orchard carried a hint of silence as if the [White Void] consumed the concept of sound from his steps. His eyes, sweeping over the orchard, took in the environment illuminated by his spell as he searched for the first tree. Despite what others would do in Soren's place, he knew that he wouldn't destroy the tree just yet.
He still needed the game to play out as intended with Dean saving the couple from the scarecrow and reuniting with Sam to take it down. All he could do for now was merely look for it and plan out his next move.
Well, that was before what he heard next.
"Help me, dear stranger," a male voice, thick with a Scandinavian accent, weakly called out towards Soren.
Turning to face the voice, Soren waved his wand to turn the light right onto a spirit that, to him, looked like an old Vikingr man clothed from that era. Even the faint shimmer of ether surrounding him was not missed by his eyes. Soren even noticed that, while it sounded like English to him, the spirit seemed to be speaking in his native tongue.
"Please, help me, good sir..." the spirit repeated.
"Help you with what?" Soren inquired, hoping that the spirit understood him.
The spirit, whose eyes looked like he was drowning in despair, finally looked at Soren with a spark of hope. "Please, help me. I want to be free of this place and those heathen humans!"
[Quest Objectives have been updated.]
"Fuck me..." Soren groaned.
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Continued in: Scarecrow III.