…at some point I started writing a Supernatural/Spiderman crossover with Claire as Venom.
IDEK.
Claire Novak has bound herself in protections.
She has carved sigils into her body, woven magic into every inch of her skin, and crafted rituals that burnt into her soul. She has done everything she has been able to find, everything that she could think of, to keep demons and angels out of the hole burnt through her by Castiel’s all too brief presence.
She goes to her knees every night and prays. Every day that she is able, she attends mass. She buries herself in the bible, in myths and legends and truth and lies. She fills herself with knowledge holy and arcane, as well as demonic and profane. Everything that she is is bound up in angels and demons and the things that go bump in the night.
She wants to find her father. She dreads finding Castiel.
On this night, she is hunting a ghost that burns out the eyes of it’s victims and she has stumbled into the church to ask for guidance. All of her research into this case leads her back again and again to the stories she had heard years ago about the true forms of angels. It’s more than a little unnerving.
For all of her protections, for everything that she has done to keep herself safe from demons and angels and the beasts of the supernatural, she is woefully unprepared for what she finds in the church. Or rather: what finds her.
It is black and thick, like ectoplasm, but when she touches it to make sure it latches on and covers her hand. She doesn’t scream, but she does scramble back for her kit.
She was prepared for almost every type of demon or monster documented.
Alien symbiotes were another story entirely.