17In Chapter 1, I mentioned that some methods to bring Laurel back would be fairly obvious but others wouldn't. This is one of the least likely ones but I thought would be interesting.
"Hmph!" Sara grunted as she was thrown to the floor by Neron. As the White Canary struggled to get to her feet, Sara looked at the demonic entity who was currently possessing her friend Ray Palmer. "Ray. Ray come on, push him out. You're stronger than he is." She pleaded, hoping that Ray was in their somehow.
"Ray's out of the picture Sara," Neron said with a delightful grin. Sara was used to seeing that grin full of positive energy but now, now it was just filled with malicious intent.
Getting to setting position, Sara then spoke up. "Alright then, kill me. You're going to anyway, so just get on with it."
"Kill you?" He said and grabbed Sara by the shirt then threw her across the room against the wall. "Now why would I want to do that?" He said walking towards her.
"So what do you want?" She asked shrugging off her discomfort.
"What I always want to do. I want to make a deal." He answered, kneeling down to talk to her directly. "I want to give you the thing you want the most."
"Well your out of luck Neron, because you've got nothing-"
"I can give you your sister back." He said cutting her off.
"Wh ... What? How do you even know that?" She asked stunned and confused.
"Hello, I possessing your dear friend here. And, Ray's such a people person; knowing everyone so well. In your case, bringing your sister Laurel back to life." He filled her in.
"That's ... that's not possible." She stated reluctantly.
"Oh, it's perfectly possible for me. You see using the power of your soul as a conduit, I can do just about anything." He said going into detail.
"Yeah. Well, what happens to my soul after the deal is made?" She inquired bitterly.
"Guess, someone never read Faust in school. Obviously, your soul belongs to hell after this over. To me specifically." He said as he got up, crossing his arms.
"That's what I thought. Yeah, hard pass." She replied.
"Come on Sara, we both know you want your sister back." He countered. "You join the Legends to find a way to bring Laurel back, you've even come close a few times. And now, now I'm offering you the chance to do it."
Sara sat silent for a moment, contemplating what she wanted. "You're right. I still think about bringing Laurel back, and my father. But if it's going to cost me, my soul, then you can forget it. My sister and my dad, they wouldn't want me to throw it away for them. For anything, even for them." She said proudly. "So take your offer and go directly back to hell."
"Come on Sara, your fate is already sealed. Least you could do is choose who to work for and try to get something out of it." He commented and Sara couldn't help but be curious about what he meant by her fate being sealed.
"Wait. Would do you mean by that?" She asked.
"Come on, Sara. You know exactly what I mean." He said confirming her suspicions.
"I'm ... I'm going to hell?" She muttered under her breath.
"Does it really surprise you, Sara? It shouldn't really." He said in a mocking tone and the started moving around the room. "Considering your stint in the League of Assassins, the people you've murdered. The people you've tortured." He said pushing on her self-loathing and guilt as a former assassin. "If I'm being completely honest, which for me is a rarity, your work impresses me. It's why I'm making you this offer instead of just killing you outright."
Taking a moment to gather herself, Sara eventually responded. "So I'm going to hell, big deal, doesn't bother me." She lied.
"Really, it doesn't bother at all." He said knowing she was playing hard to get with this. "All the things you've done, the times you and your team have saved the world; and it doesn't bother you at all that your still going to hell after all of that?"
"I didn't do it for that ... I ... I." She said trying to speak up.
"But even when you did save the world, you and your team just created another set of problems. You just created a new mess for you and your team to clean up." The demon pointed out.
"What's your point!" She said angrily.
"My point is why don't you actually finish what you sat out to do when you rejoined the Legends? Bring your sister back to life, as she did for you. Make it up to Laurel, for all the times you weren't there for her and your family. Be her sister, Sara. Be her hero." He said convincingly like a salesman selling a car or a house.
Sara paused contemplating her situation. She had been tortured by Neron for god knows how long, despite all her training to withstand torture from the League; enduring the injuries from a super-strong demon was her physical limit. But it wasn't just that. Neron was right, she never stopped wanting to bring Laurel back and now, her father. She had the chance more than once, at first she justified it as protecting the timeline or making sure no one could use the power to alter reality to suit their own whims. But now, now she learned that everything that she had just done; all the people she helped throughout history and all the times she and her team save the world didn't help her on her journey towards redemption. She was damned and deep down, deep down she always suspected that she was. If she was going to die right now and destined to suffer in hellfire, let something good come from it.
"Can ... can you ... can you bring back my dad as well?" She asked shedding a tear.
"Sorry, one customer per soul. Your choice, your father or your sister." He said with a cruel smile.
If Sara didn't hate the bastard already, she certainly did now. John was right. Whenever Neron wanted to win, he sought to do it in the cruelest manner possible and making her choose between her dad or Laurel was exactly the cruelest way he could do so. Sara loved her dad and she missed him, but as hard as it was for her to swallow she knew her dad lived a full life. Laurel, on the other hand, she knew there was so much more her sister could've done, wanted to do. And she would do it if she was going to hell no matter what then she would do right by Laurel, she would be there for her family.
"Bring ... bring my sister back. Make sure that she lives a long and happy life, and when I die, my soul is yours." She demanded reluctantly.
Flashing that evil grin of his, Neron reached out his hand. "It's a deal." He said and Sara slowly took it. Once she did, Sara felt like she was being burned alive from the inside out. It was her soul that was on fire, she realized.
Collapsing on the floor, Sara slowly opened her eyes and saw her; her sister. Crawling towards her, Sara shook her to wake her up and feel that she was warm to the touch. "Laurel? Laurel!" She shouted at her.
"Hmmm. S ... Sara?" Laurel said groggily.
"Laurel it's you? It's really you." Sara said joyfully and tearfully.
"What ... what happened? Where are we?" Laurel asked as she got up, which was hard to do considering how hard Sara was hugging her.
"Awww. Isn't that sweet." Neron said sarcastically, causing the Lance sisters to look at the fiend possessing Ray Palmer.
"Ray?" Laurel said confused.
"Despite this handsome mug, no. I'm not Ray Palmer." He said in a manner that gave Laurel the creeps. "Well this has been fun, Sara, but I've got to jet. I look forward to having you in my services someday, which considering your mortality rate might not be that long." He said smugly and was about to leave the room until he started laughing; slowly and in a maniacal manner.
"What's so funny you son-of-a-bitch?" Sara yelled.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. No wait, no I'm not." Neron said turning around. "I was going to keep this to myself, Sara. I really was. But this is, this is just too juicy to keep to a secret." He chuckled.
"Keep what to yourself?" Sara angrily demanded to know.
"I lied to you, Sara. About you going to hell, you were never destined for it until now." He delightfully admitted and Sara's face slowly but surely contorted into a horrific expression. "You see if you look back on our conversation, I never told you directly that you were going to hell; all I really did was imply it. I did mean what I said about wanting you in my services, however. Honestly, the human capacity for self-loathing and guilt never ceases to amaze me."
"You bastard, you evil bastard," Sara shouted in rage and got up to kill him but Neron grabbed her and threw her across the room.
"Sara!" Laurel shouted and got up to fight to Ray clutched her throat faster than she could react and brought her to her knees as he began to squeeze.
"Laurel! Leave her alone!" Sara screamed.
"Relax. I remember the terms of the deal; a long and happy life." Neron said almost bitterly since he couldn't kill Laurel. He then threw her across the room, next to Sara. "Well, this was fun. I'll be seeing you, Sara." He stated, then vanished into thin air as he began to whistle "Pop goes the Weasel."
"Sara?" Laurel said picking herself up. "What ... what did you just do?" She asked, and Sara just fell silent at what she had just done. She got her sister back but at a price that was too steep and one that she didn't have to pay.
Author's Notes: So this method is a little similar to the Crossroads deals on Supernatural but still it is a possible method. For those who might express that Sara wouldn't sell her soul to bring back her family, remember that she does have her fair share of shame, guilt, and self-loathing. Plus, Neron is the kind of demon who would know who press all of the right buttons to make her do it; I'm just suggesting it could have happened.
