Infinity: Kill your way through the movie world.

Eve remained in human form, her golden pupils like two burning flames in the dim light. She looked at Dean and Sam with a playful smile on her lips.

"You reacted quickly." She slowly walked up to the two of them. "But you still came. Why? Knowing it was a trap, why did you still jump in?"

“What if it’s true?” Dean said, placing his hand on the Demon Hunter Blade.

“Ah, what a deep bond the Winchester brothers are,” Eve chuckled. “Always feeling like you can save everyone, especially your family, Dean, you’ve carried this burden since you were little, haven’t you? Taking care of your brother, fulfilling your father’s mission, protecting the world—isn’t it tiring?”

Dean didn't say anything.

Eve turned to Sam.

"And you, the blood of the devil flows in your veins. Lucifer chose you as his vessel. You are afraid every day, aren't you? Afraid of losing control, afraid of becoming a monster, afraid of hurting the people you care about."

Sam gripped the shotgun tightly.

“As for you,” Eve said, looking at the monster disguised as Mary, “what a foolish performance. Step aside.”

The monster bowed and retreated into the shadows.

Eve took a few steps forward and stopped in front of the ruins of the altar.

“Crowley thought he was using me, that fool, thinking that opening Purgatory would free him from Lucifer. He didn’t know what terrifying beings existed in Purgatory. I just wanted to use this call from the progenitor of reality to leave that place. What I want is the whole human world.”

She opened her arms as if to embrace the entire church.

"The power of the soul, negative emotions, fear, pain, despair—these are the real delicacies. I will keep humans in captivity, like livestock, and harvest their emotions regularly. And you witchers, angels, and demons will become my watchdogs or fodder."

Dean watched her performance, his face perfectly displaying fear and unease.

He took half a step back, his voice trembling: "You...you're crazy."

“Mad?” Eve laughed. “No, my dear, I’m just hungry, and I know how to eat my fill.”

She looked at Dean, her eyes turning greedy.

“Winchester’s bloodline is very special. Add to that the power of angels, the will of a witcher, and that damn tenacity. If I were to transform you into my child, you would become the most perfect general.”

She approached step by step.

Dean retreated in a panic, leaning against a pillar with nowhere to go.

"Don't come any closer," Dean's voice trembled.

Eve stopped in front of him, reached out, and lifted his chin with her cool fingers.

"Don't be afraid, the process will be quick. You will gain great power, eternal life, and the glory of serving me."

She brought her face close, her lips near Dean's ear, and whispered, "Relax, let me taste your blood."

“Don’t be afraid.” Her voice became unusually gentle, like a mother soothing a child. “The process will be quick, like taking a nap. When you wake up, you will have great power, eternal life, and” she leaned closer, her lips almost touching Dean’s ear, “the glory of serving me.”

Her breath was warm, with a sweet, cloying scent, like the smell of rotten nectar.

Then she suddenly lowered her head, her movement so fast that it was just a blur.

Dean didn't even see how her mouth opened. One second it was human lips, the next it was torn to the roots of her ears, revealing two rows of sharp, fine, gleaming teeth, like a shark, or some kind of ancient predator.

The sharp teeth bit down hard on Dean's left shoulder. The pain was secondary; what Dean felt first was the cold, an extreme cold that instantly spread from the point of contact to his entire left side, as if he were being soaked in liquid nitrogen.

Then came the tearing pain, the pain of muscles being pierced and torn apart by teeth. He could clearly feel the teeth chiseling through his collarbone and the tooth-grinding friction as they hit the bone.

Blood gushed out, the warm blood splashing onto Eve's face, and her golden pupils contracted into vertical slits with excitement in that instant.

She began to suckle, with the elegant sips of a vampire, gurgling sounds of swallowing coming from her throat, satisfied and thirsty. Dean could feel her blood being drawn from her body, sliding down her esophagus, taking away her warmth and strength. Her left arm began to go numb, and her vision blurred.

He silently counted in his mind: three seconds, five seconds, seven seconds!

enough.

Eve's body suddenly froze.

She stopped sucking, her teeth still embedded in Dean's shoulder flesh, but the swallowing motion ceased. Her eyes widened, her pupils suddenly expanding from excited vertical lines to circles, and then began to tremble violently.

She released her mouth and staggered backward.

As if struck by a heavy blow, she staggered, her steps faltering, and almost tripped over the pebbles on the ground. She raised one hand to cover her throat, and with the other hand, she braced herself against the back of the bench next to her, barely managing to stand.

"Your blood," her voice changed, becoming hoarse and painful, as if her vocal cords were being corroded by sulfuric acid.

Dean straightened up, and the fear, panic, and pain on his face vanished instantly.

Instead, there was a cold, undisguised mockery. He raised his hand and wiped the blood from his shoulder. Under the influence of his angelic power, the wound had begun to shrink and heal, and new flesh was growing at a visible speed.

"Is it good?" His voice was as calm as if he were asking about the weather.

Eve looked down at her hands.

The hand that had just lifted Dean's chin was now trembling violently, and the dark red lines under the skin, like a living venomous snake, were spreading wildly upwards from the fingertips, across the back of the hand, and up the forearm.

Wherever the lines passed, the skin swelled up, turned red, and became hot, as if the blood flowing under the skin was not blood, but molten lead.

She attempted to mobilize energy to suppress it.

Dark light surged from her palm, enveloping the red lines, but it was no use—the red lines burned even more fiercely when they encountered her energy, turning from dark red to a dazzling bright red, like a red-hot wire branding into flesh.

"Phoenix. Ashes," she spat out through gritted teeth, each word accompanied by a painful gasp, "Your blood is poisonous."

“This was specially brewed for you.” Dean unzipped his jacket, lifted the lining, and revealed an empty, specially made syringe at his waist.

The syringe was still stuck to his skin, with a small bruise around the needle.

“Injecting concentrated Phoenix Ashes into your bloodstream, and allowing it to fully integrate and catalyze within your bloodstream 24 hours in advance, means that I am now…” He paused, then smiled, “just a bottle of poison to you.”

Eve let out a scream, and her body began to convulse violently. Countless tiny bumps on her skin bulged and burst like boiling bubbles, gushing out a black, viscous liquid.

The liquid dripped onto the ground, corroding small, sizzling pits.

With a tearing sound, the clothes on her back snapped open, and two pairs of broken wings suddenly extended, transforming into some kind of twisted hybrid, with an insect-like skeleton, membranous wings like a bat, and a surface covered with wet black feathers.

But as soon as the wings were fully spread, they began to carbonize.

Starting from the wingtip, the blackness spread rapidly, as if scorched by an invisible flame. (End of Chapter)