Devilish Examples

[LUCIFER]

Thread with Cas and Gabe.

Forgive me Father, for I have sinned...

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Freedom. Very few people really knew the word on a personal level. They didn't understand it's importance in life or how, liberating, being free really was. Weather it was from racial stigmatization, containment in a cell, or escape from a family. All of these forms were wonderful in their own right, but he, well he was really free. Free from the depths of his cage in Hell. Free, to walk the Earth at his leisure. Free, to do as he pleased, when he pleased, and do what he wanted to whom he pleased. This was a glorious afternoon in his eyes. Frankly, the Angels in Heaven should have been singing, but they would never sing for him. Never again. Unless things turned in his favor.

It was only a matter of time until the Choir sung his name and his praises, instead of his Fathers. Eventually the Winchesters would fall and give up their bodies to be used as vessels. Then the war could really begin and the second biggest battle in celestial history could finally get started. He was an impatient soul though. Weather it was the excitement of how close Judgement day was or his extreme personality, he wasn't quite sure. Either way, a new dawn was coming, and Hell on Earth would finally become a reality. It was so close he could almost taste it. Everything would settle as he saw fit. A large half smile crossed his face as his mind wandered onto how he envisioned each strike against Michael.

Sadly, it was not time. So, Lucifer had to entertain himself somehow before the big day. He had been wandering the Earth, causing mayhem where he went. He had twisted a few things here and there and watched the world's "Order" start crumbling to his feet. Yes, it was good to be free. He was enjoying every single slow second of it, but even after a causing simple chaos to the humans only went so far. They were funny, stupid, vile creatures, but there were bigger fish to fry. Humans were pawns, well, maybe not even that, but he was looking to torment some of the more important pieces.

Angels; once his great and wondrous kin and even after all these years, many of them still wanted to fight against him. It was a shame. They had to either change their ways and submit to him, or meet their final end. Some had wavered early on in celestial history and many more had fallen to his will over time. Still, he had a feeling he was going to give a little helpful nudge to some others. Lucifer never made anybody do anything. One of his greatest skills was to dig under the protective shell, plant seeds of doubt, and let their own minds work toward his will.

Castiel was in the same church as he. Was Lucifer following him? Maybe. Or maybe it was Fate that had brought them there today, fate to see Castiel finally see the error of his ways. Listening to God..What a fool. Castiel was also a bit on edge but he need not be. The sound of footsteps on floor of the abandoned church echoed and bounced off the walls. The deep sound of somebody humming an old hymn started to resonate around them. Lucifer smiled as he stepped closer so that Castiel could see him.

He opened his arms in a welcoming gesture as he stepped into the light. A cynical, yet warm, smile crossed over his features as he stood a few pews back. Castiel seemed to need his space, and Lucifer would politely give him that. He was dressed in a nicely pressed suit. One of a preacher. The white collar around his neck stood out in the darkness as it easily reflected what little light was in the room.
"Welcome, my brother..." he said, his deep voice cutting through the silence like a heated knife blade through thin flesh.

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And then they posted...and my second one

So let's hang up some anger, we'll bury our burdens in blood

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He looked at his brother and his smile turned into a lightened smirk of amusement. Castiel's words were as dry as the Sahara in summer, and it always amused him to hear him speak. He understood less of human interaction than Lucifer did. He knew that Castiel would eventually catch onto the subtle phrases, but until now he was the butt of several jokes. Weather he knew it or not. Lucifer rested his arms back down at his sides as he looked at Cas and shook his head. He expected too much of him, to obtain the irony of how he was dressed currently. He leaned back on his heels as he felt the presence of his brother.

His smile widened, a frightening thing to see if one knew who he was. The Devil laughed at Gabriel, weather or not the other archangel was trying to offend, he didn't care right now. Later it would sting, but for now, this was all in good fun.
"Well isn't it God's cosmic joke in the flesh, Gabriel," he said with a laugh. It was somewhat of an insult, a stick in Gabe's side for having vanished from Heaven faster than a hooker after seeing a cop.

He hadn't laughed this much sense he was still a member of Heaven. It was odd but he was embracing it. Still, he was surprised to see Gabriel here. He had taken off quite early and came here? How...sad, that was. Even though he had been in Hell, he had managed to keep loose tabs on what his brothers and sisters were doing. Gabriel had been a tough one to keep track of. Lucifer had not known what he was doing until the Winchester boys were involved. Boy did those names get a lot of gossip to them. In a sense Lucifer was proud of Gabriel's tricky achievements, after all, he had taught him everything The Trickster knew.

Lucifer watched Castiel as he gestured towards him. He pretended to be hurt, placing a hand on his chest. He let in a small fake gasp of surprise. As quickly as his expression had turned from hurt it went to a very cold and business like stare.
"How dare you speak of Nick this way, Castiel. You know I'm just waiting on a newer model to come off the lot..." he said with a smile that only the Devil could give.

Lucifer really doubted that Cas would be able to grasp what he had just said, but he knew Gabe would. In all honesty he had been trying to keep Nick healthy. He had put in a lot of miles in this vessel already, and he had been giving the human body frequent repairs. He really didn't want to waste his time looking for another vessel at the moment. Nick, though beat up and burned, was good enough for him right now.

They were right in one way. Something about this outfit was bothering him. It was the collar. He pulled it off and crumpled it in his hands as the other two angels talked for a brief moment. He pulled a cigarette pack from his pocket as he continued to crush the white symbol in his hand. The material was turning into a fine powder and in a blink of an eye it started to burn. He leaned forward as he lit the cigarette with the burning collar and turned his hand over to let the burning filaments fall to the ground.

"I don't believe this party was planned, besides, nobody would have expected you to show up anyway, he spoke to Gabriel as he pressed his fingers against the filter and removed the tobacco tube from his lips while he exhaled.
What a family reunion this was going to be..

No this is not your playground

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[VAN*LLA]

You are such a brillant Lucifer; I NEVER DOUBTED YOUR SKILL!

And I envy your ability to write fast and LONG posts. WHY CAN I NOT HAVE YOUR SKILLZ!

[LUCIFER]

It's a beautiful day in the neighborhood...

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Out of Hell and back on the road. This was how life should be. Well, at least to him. I was a grand day, but then again, what day on earth wasn't grand - when you had the chance to mess things up. He hadn't heard a lick from his brothers sense his arrival back to the surface, so Lucifer was giving himself a bit of a vacation in the process. It was only a matter of time before he would meet his siblings again, but why not have a little fun before the family drama exploded into the open.

A gruff looking man walked down the hospital ICU wing, with a carefully picked bunch of flowers in his hand. The plastic crinkled as he adjusted his fingers around the pale blue wrapping. He wore a gray suit with a sky blue tie. His hair wasn't combed properly and he looked as if he hadn't had enough sleep in the past few days. This was far from the truth as Lucifer was more than well rested, but his vessel was having trouble with him. Nick, the man who's body the archangel was inhabiting, was only a rental really. Even though this was not the vessel that was designed for him, he was using it anyway.

The man looked up and down the hallways, his eyes scanning the room and the people within them. A small smile passed his face as he leaned forward into the room. An older man was asleep in his bed, attached to various tubes and wires. The machines were quietly beeping to themselves as the man rested. He had been in the ICU for days. Lucifer had come to continue one of his old hobbies, making deals and defying the laws of science and nature.

He took a step inside and placed the flowers on the counter. Smiling he looked over the man's worn and tired face. He had been riddled with cancer and was close to the end of his time, but the most delicious deals were those made by the pure hearted in their weakest moments. With Lucifer's presence the man started to stir in his bead and looked up at him.
"Do I know you?" Mr. Rogers asked the tall man before him.
He turned to face the stranger, his hair was graying and falling out from the chemotherapy that had not taken hold.

"I'm afraid you don't..yet he said with a small smile on his face.
Lucifer looked around the room. This man was well loved, adored even. Along the longs were copious amounts of post cards, flowers, and hand knitted sweaters. 'Get Better Neighbor' clung to the walls in various sizes and colors. Oh, this is going to be good. he thought with a grin as he turned his attention back to the man in the bed.
"It seems you have quite a following...And as well you should. You have done wonderful things for your country, and children all over the world," he went on.

"Who are you?" asked the ailing man.
"Someone that can help," the Devil said as he sat upon the edge of Mr. Rodger's bed. He lightly grasped the man's cold hand. His skin looked as if it would peal off of him at the slightest touch, so he was quite gentle.
"I can give you back your old life. I can give you back your youth, your vigor... he started.
And the story was spun. He could give the dying man all that he desired. It was easy but of course it would come with a cost. The man's soul. It was a small trinket that Lucifer wanted to have, and he was certainly giving the man his worth. He would have everything he wanted, and then some. Sometimes it was worth giving a little extra to the pure of heart. The reaping of the profits were certainly more, delicious.

"How do I know you aren't lying...That you are not trying to trick an old dying man..
"Have Faith, my fellow. Have Faith."
The man shifted in his bed and nodded slowly after much thought.
"All right, but you better tell me when I have to pay, whatever you're charging"
"Oh, you'll know well in advance sir."

The deal, like any other, was sealed with a kiss. After that the man's health started to come back. The change wasn't instant, but good things come to those who wait. Mr. Rodgers sat up in his bed as he started to feel better. Lucifer just smiled warmly as he watched the man regain his strength. Mr. Rodgers' eyes were wide in disbelief.
"It's a miracle! he cried as he started to slowly take out the tubes that attached him to the machines.

Lucifer slowly got up and gave the slightest of nods. He got up and slowly started to head to the door. It was most certainly going to be a good day. He just had to get out of this room and find somebody else that was 'worthy'.

Won't you be my neigbor?

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[GUILLAUME BURNIER]

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