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[JP] Ambrose Bierce quote
Mar. 29th, 2009 12:48 pm[Uriel = ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
a_specialist. Anna, Castiel, and Valefor are NPCs. I can’t resist the evil, even if I wanted to. If an Anna or a Castiel wants to play in my sandbox, be my guest.]
“Politics, n. Strife of interests masquerading as a contest of principles.”
( Spoilers for 416: On the Head of a Pin )
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a_specialist. Anna, Castiel, and Valefor are NPCs. I can’t resist the evil, even if I wanted to. If an Anna or a Castiel wants to play in my sandbox, be my guest.]“Politics, n. Strife of interests masquerading as a contest of principles.”
( Spoilers for 416: On the Head of a Pin )690 words
[Commentary] for dude_imbatman
Mar. 5th, 2009 04:05 pm[So. This prompt was a pain in the ass to write. Mostly because it started out as something completely different and kind of morphed it’s way into this. It was also coming down to the deadline for the end of the month, the prompt was due, and he decided to be ADD for the day and not help at all. Slowly but surely we managed to work our way into something we both could live with and wound up with this.
Originally this prompt was going to be about the event that got him into the box in the first place, but he wasn’t cooperating. So we had to work our way around what we had and try to figure out where this was supposed to go, and when he started talking about when he Fell, I figured I could find a way to make this work.]
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Originally this prompt was going to be about the event that got him into the box in the first place, but he wasn’t cooperating. So we had to work our way around what we had and try to figure out where this was supposed to go, and when he started talking about when he Fell, I figured I could find a way to make this work.]
( *** )[JP] Shock
Jan. 14th, 2009 06:51 pm[Set in ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
wayward_au. Dean = jstliketherifle. Related to THIS and set after THIS.]
It hadn’t been hard to track down Dean. All you really had to do was follow the trail of angel dust. The truly hard part of the task was getting him alone—which he simply never was. He was always had someone with him, whether it was one of his sons, his brother, a friend. In all honesty, he would have had no qualms with just slaughtering the whole house. It would have been easy enough to do and still have gotten him what he wanted, but that would have attracted too much attention. And Phoenix would have been displeased if the effect she wanted was ruined by the fact that Alloces had attracted too much attention in the initial grab.
So he waited.
He stayed just out of range so that Amy or Ruby, should she come around, wouldn’t pick up on him and come looking, but close enough so that he could still see what was happening. He waited through the arrival of new friends, and as the hunters came and went on their various jobs. It wasn’t for a few weeks, however, before Dean and a small tiny blond went to get into his car. From the gear she was hauling, it looked like they were going to be gone for some time. There was his opportunity, once and for all.
Killing the tiny blond would be easier, and attract less attention, but it would still attract some. It was quieter if he just took Dean when he was alone, so he followed, making his way through the back roads of the Midwest, and waiting silently outside the roadhouse where they stopped. He could care less about what went on inside—that was of no interest to him. What was, was when Dean came out the next morning, alone, and climbed into his car to leave again.
Jackpot.
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wayward_au. Dean = jstliketherifle. Related to THIS and set after THIS.]It hadn’t been hard to track down Dean. All you really had to do was follow the trail of angel dust. The truly hard part of the task was getting him alone—which he simply never was. He was always had someone with him, whether it was one of his sons, his brother, a friend. In all honesty, he would have had no qualms with just slaughtering the whole house. It would have been easy enough to do and still have gotten him what he wanted, but that would have attracted too much attention. And Phoenix would have been displeased if the effect she wanted was ruined by the fact that Alloces had attracted too much attention in the initial grab.
So he waited.
He stayed just out of range so that Amy or Ruby, should she come around, wouldn’t pick up on him and come looking, but close enough so that he could still see what was happening. He waited through the arrival of new friends, and as the hunters came and went on their various jobs. It wasn’t for a few weeks, however, before Dean and a small tiny blond went to get into his car. From the gear she was hauling, it looked like they were going to be gone for some time. There was his opportunity, once and for all.
Killing the tiny blond would be easier, and attract less attention, but it would still attract some. It was quieter if he just took Dean when he was alone, so he followed, making his way through the back roads of the Midwest, and waiting silently outside the roadhouse where they stopped. He could care less about what went on inside—that was of no interest to him. What was, was when Dean came out the next morning, alone, and climbed into his car to leave again.
Jackpot.
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[vivo_per_ardua use with permission from her mun who made a request for Alloces/Anna. Prompt: “Warning” – Green Day. Warning: Dubious consent, dark content.]
Gosh Darn Police Line You Better Not Cross!
Is it the cop, or am I the one that’s really dangerous?
He was high on adrenaline and the thrill of the kill, which usually translated into something fun for him and his. It was a head rush, heady feeling that came when something inside you, some feeling you were striving for was sated, but not completely. The blood on his hands was still wet, sticky from when he had pulled the man’s arm from his socket, leaving him in broken bloody pieces on the floor. He had been an easy kill, an easy mark, but he’d fought back, or at least tried, and that was interesting enough. When they fought, it made it more of a challenge. It made it feel like more of a conquest than a mercy killing. Alloces didn’t see the point of giving humans life if they weren’t going to fight for it. If you weren’t going to fight for your own life, or that of others, you didn’t deserve to have it.
End of story.
The apartment was dark and quiet, and he had to admit that was somewhat disappointing. His hands were still wet with blood. He knew she hated it when he did this, but he loved to watch the smear of blood against the paleness of her skin as he touched her. Most of the time he cleaned up before he came to her, but this time he was still so caught up in the rush that this time, he didn’t care. He wanted her. Now. It’s not like she was about to refuse him anyway. However, she wasn’t here, and his body was aching for some kind of release for the rest of this energy that he couldn’t expend. He was starting to pace, frantic, when he heard the sound of the door opening, and a soft voice coming from the hallway.
“Amy? You around?”
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vivo_per_ardua use with permission from her mun who made a request for Alloces/Anna. Prompt: “Warning” – Green Day. Warning: Dubious consent, dark content.]Gosh Darn Police Line You Better Not Cross!
Is it the cop, or am I the one that’s really dangerous?
He was high on adrenaline and the thrill of the kill, which usually translated into something fun for him and his. It was a head rush, heady feeling that came when something inside you, some feeling you were striving for was sated, but not completely. The blood on his hands was still wet, sticky from when he had pulled the man’s arm from his socket, leaving him in broken bloody pieces on the floor. He had been an easy kill, an easy mark, but he’d fought back, or at least tried, and that was interesting enough. When they fought, it made it more of a challenge. It made it feel like more of a conquest than a mercy killing. Alloces didn’t see the point of giving humans life if they weren’t going to fight for it. If you weren’t going to fight for your own life, or that of others, you didn’t deserve to have it.
End of story.
The apartment was dark and quiet, and he had to admit that was somewhat disappointing. His hands were still wet with blood. He knew she hated it when he did this, but he loved to watch the smear of blood against the paleness of her skin as he touched her. Most of the time he cleaned up before he came to her, but this time he was still so caught up in the rush that this time, he didn’t care. He wanted her. Now. It’s not like she was about to refuse him anyway. However, she wasn’t here, and his body was aching for some kind of release for the rest of this energy that he couldn’t expend. He was starting to pace, frantic, when he heard the sound of the door opening, and a soft voice coming from the hallway.
“Amy? You around?”
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[MS] Live and Let Die lyrics
Dec. 28th, 2008 11:52 pm[Set in wayward_au. Phoenix and Aim = demonbureaucrat, Dean = jstliketherifle.]
What does it matter to ya // When you got a job to do // You gotta do it well // You gotta give the other fellow hell
“I’m starting to get tired of being summoned like a dog.”
Alloces was reclining against the wall in the kitchen when Phoenix came down, tightening the robe around her body. Phoenix looked him over carefully, before shaking her head slightly. He knew that the Fallen had more respect for him than most, but he wasn’t sure that this visit would bode any better for him than the rest.
“You know that the last thing I think of you as is anything canine, Alloces,” she said softly, before pulling out a bottle of bourbon and starting to pour them both a glass. “However, I do request your help with a small—project.”
“Project?” Alloces said, raising an eyebrow with a slight smirk as he sipped the drink in front of him. “Does it involve arts and crafts? I’m just so fantastic at locating super glue.”
She chuckled at the sarcastic tone, before looking over at him. “I want to send Castiel a present. But in order to do so, I need you to collect some things for me.”
“And what would those things be?”
“Dean Winchester, a sword to relieve him of that pesky head of his, and a box, for me to send it to Castiel in.”
Alloces paused for a minute, before turning and giving the woman a grin. “I like this plan.”
“I’m glad you approve,” Phoenix said with a nod. “Does that mean you’ll fetch me what I need?”
“Do I get to do the decapitating?”
She turned and gave him a look. “I adore you, Alloces, but I intend on savoring this myself.”
His head tilted to the side slightly, looking over at her. Phoenix rarely ever wanted someone to be killed by her own hand—that was what Aim was for. If she wanted to kill this man herself, Alloces was more than willing to bequeath that to her. “I’ll collect him as soon as I can.” He then paused for a moment. “Though I’m not sure Baal would approve.”
“Personally I think this is right up Baal’s alley,” she replied. “Everyone is focused on Sam—no one will expect someone to take a hit to Dean. Besides—there’s no plan here. Technically I just want to see what happens.”
Alloces paused again, taking the final sip of his bourbon, placing the glass down on the counter. “I’ll bring him here as soon as I’ve collected him. Hopefully it won’t be too long.”
“Good,” Phoenix nodded as he turned to leave, before reaching out and taking his arm. “Oh, and Alloces?”
“Yes?” he said, raising an eyebrow.
“Just because I said you couldn’t kill him, doesn’t mean you have to be gentle.”
Alloces smiled slowly, before turning and starting to walk again. “I’ll keep that in mind.”
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wayward_au. Phoenix and Aim = demonbureaucrat, Dean = jstliketherifle.]What does it matter to ya // When you got a job to do // You gotta do it well // You gotta give the other fellow hell
“I’m starting to get tired of being summoned like a dog.”
Alloces was reclining against the wall in the kitchen when Phoenix came down, tightening the robe around her body. Phoenix looked him over carefully, before shaking her head slightly. He knew that the Fallen had more respect for him than most, but he wasn’t sure that this visit would bode any better for him than the rest.
“You know that the last thing I think of you as is anything canine, Alloces,” she said softly, before pulling out a bottle of bourbon and starting to pour them both a glass. “However, I do request your help with a small—project.”
“Project?” Alloces said, raising an eyebrow with a slight smirk as he sipped the drink in front of him. “Does it involve arts and crafts? I’m just so fantastic at locating super glue.”
She chuckled at the sarcastic tone, before looking over at him. “I want to send Castiel a present. But in order to do so, I need you to collect some things for me.”
“And what would those things be?”
“Dean Winchester, a sword to relieve him of that pesky head of his, and a box, for me to send it to Castiel in.”
Alloces paused for a minute, before turning and giving the woman a grin. “I like this plan.”
“I’m glad you approve,” Phoenix said with a nod. “Does that mean you’ll fetch me what I need?”
“Do I get to do the decapitating?”
She turned and gave him a look. “I adore you, Alloces, but I intend on savoring this myself.”
His head tilted to the side slightly, looking over at her. Phoenix rarely ever wanted someone to be killed by her own hand—that was what Aim was for. If she wanted to kill this man herself, Alloces was more than willing to bequeath that to her. “I’ll collect him as soon as I can.” He then paused for a moment. “Though I’m not sure Baal would approve.”
“Personally I think this is right up Baal’s alley,” she replied. “Everyone is focused on Sam—no one will expect someone to take a hit to Dean. Besides—there’s no plan here. Technically I just want to see what happens.”
Alloces paused again, taking the final sip of his bourbon, placing the glass down on the counter. “I’ll bring him here as soon as I’ve collected him. Hopefully it won’t be too long.”
“Good,” Phoenix nodded as he turned to leave, before reaching out and taking his arm. “Oh, and Alloces?”
“Yes?” he said, raising an eyebrow.
“Just because I said you couldn’t kill him, doesn’t mean you have to be gentle.”
Alloces smiled slowly, before turning and starting to walk again. “I’ll keep that in mind.”
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[MS] Like a Dog lyrics
Dec. 17th, 2008 12:43 pm[Set in wayward_au. Stolas = demonbureaucrat. Follows THIS and THIS.]
It's If you treat me like a dog // And keep me locked in a cage // I'm not relaxed or comfortable // I'm aggravation and shame
“I think we should find an orphanage.”
Stolas had this knack for bringing out the worst in people. Naturally, that talent transferred over to demons as well, Alloces especially. Alloces knew that he was preying on the anger and tension, and the fact that Alloces hadn’t been in a good massacre in over five hundred years, and that his hands were aching to tear something apart. Alloces knew that Stolas didn’t like being told to baby-sit, so he was going to make this trip as pleasurable for himself as possible. Which, naturally, meant him using every opportunity that didn’t involve his powers of persuasion—that was the kind of thing that could get him killed when Alloces was out from under his control—to try and get Alloces to see things his way. But there were points where Stolas took things too far, even for Alloces.
He turned back to the demon with a glare, and Stolas just shrugged in response. “What? You need to do some killing, I need to do some soul collecting—two birds with one rather large, bloody and incredibly muscular stone.”
Alloces made a sound that was something akin to a low growl, before turning away from him. “I said I was looking for a fight—not to play games.”
“Oh, come on,” Stolas rolled his eyes. “You’ll still enjoy it. Just think of the terror on their little faces as you run in and start tearing them limb from limb.”
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wayward_au. Stolas = demonbureaucrat. Follows THIS and THIS.]It's If you treat me like a dog // And keep me locked in a cage // I'm not relaxed or comfortable // I'm aggravation and shame
“I think we should find an orphanage.”
Stolas had this knack for bringing out the worst in people. Naturally, that talent transferred over to demons as well, Alloces especially. Alloces knew that he was preying on the anger and tension, and the fact that Alloces hadn’t been in a good massacre in over five hundred years, and that his hands were aching to tear something apart. Alloces knew that Stolas didn’t like being told to baby-sit, so he was going to make this trip as pleasurable for himself as possible. Which, naturally, meant him using every opportunity that didn’t involve his powers of persuasion—that was the kind of thing that could get him killed when Alloces was out from under his control—to try and get Alloces to see things his way. But there were points where Stolas took things too far, even for Alloces.
He turned back to the demon with a glare, and Stolas just shrugged in response. “What? You need to do some killing, I need to do some soul collecting—two birds with one rather large, bloody and incredibly muscular stone.”
Alloces made a sound that was something akin to a low growl, before turning away from him. “I said I was looking for a fight—not to play games.”
“Oh, come on,” Stolas rolled his eyes. “You’ll still enjoy it. Just think of the terror on their little faces as you run in and start tearing them limb from limb.”
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God, he’d missed her.
It wasn’t a sex thing. He could care less about sex, just like she could care less about killing things. He indulged her because she was her, and she had opened his eyes to the world around them. She was his in a way that most wouldn’t be able to explain. He curbed his reactions for her, listened to her, followed her, and she protected him as best she could. She was the only one out of all of them who when she looked at him, saw more than a weapon. And for that, he loved her—given that he had the capacity to do so, and of that he wasn’t sure. He just knew that she was the most important thing to him on this plane of existence, and if anyone tried to hurt her, they would have him to deal with.
But right now, for this moment in time, she was his. His hands slipped up her sides, tearing at the buttons on her shirt and feeling the vibration of the giggle that bubbled up through her throat as the click of plastic hitting the floor filled their ears. He leaned in teeth starting to graze down her neck, changing the giggles to a soft moan before he bit down on her pulse point, feeling her arch against him as he did. He pulled her away from the wall, starting to head in the direction of the bed for a moment, when his ears caught the rumble of a motor he knew very well. That resulted in him dropping Avans rather unceremoniously on the bed, and looking away, turning back towards the window to see if he was right. Regardless of who she was to him, he was still on the hunt, always.
“Alloces?” she frowned, propping herself up on her elbows. “What is it?”
“I’ll be right back,” he replied, before turning and heading towards the door. He heard a frustrated huff coming from her end of the room, but he was ignoring it for the time being. There was still the two of them, as always, but with them was another scent he didn’t recognize. Demon, but beyond that he couldn’t make heads or tails of what it was supposed to mean. Instead, he just pushed open the door and started to make his way over. If anything, he could take care of them quickly and be back before Avnas had enough time to come out and yell at him.
Dean was the one who spotted him first, as the three of them were walking to the motel room. The curse fell from his lips quickly, before he moved, away from Alloces and taking a step between Alloces and the other demon—which was odd. Usually it was the other way around, but for some reason, Dean was more protective of the demon. The confusion swept over his face for only a second, before he shook it away, and a smirk crawled up the side of his face.
“Well—miss me?”
[Tag order is up to you guys—my mess of people will just find their way in at the end.]
It wasn’t a sex thing. He could care less about sex, just like she could care less about killing things. He indulged her because she was her, and she had opened his eyes to the world around them. She was his in a way that most wouldn’t be able to explain. He curbed his reactions for her, listened to her, followed her, and she protected him as best she could. She was the only one out of all of them who when she looked at him, saw more than a weapon. And for that, he loved her—given that he had the capacity to do so, and of that he wasn’t sure. He just knew that she was the most important thing to him on this plane of existence, and if anyone tried to hurt her, they would have him to deal with.
But right now, for this moment in time, she was his. His hands slipped up her sides, tearing at the buttons on her shirt and feeling the vibration of the giggle that bubbled up through her throat as the click of plastic hitting the floor filled their ears. He leaned in teeth starting to graze down her neck, changing the giggles to a soft moan before he bit down on her pulse point, feeling her arch against him as he did. He pulled her away from the wall, starting to head in the direction of the bed for a moment, when his ears caught the rumble of a motor he knew very well. That resulted in him dropping Avans rather unceremoniously on the bed, and looking away, turning back towards the window to see if he was right. Regardless of who she was to him, he was still on the hunt, always.
“Alloces?” she frowned, propping herself up on her elbows. “What is it?”
“I’ll be right back,” he replied, before turning and heading towards the door. He heard a frustrated huff coming from her end of the room, but he was ignoring it for the time being. There was still the two of them, as always, but with them was another scent he didn’t recognize. Demon, but beyond that he couldn’t make heads or tails of what it was supposed to mean. Instead, he just pushed open the door and started to make his way over. If anything, he could take care of them quickly and be back before Avnas had enough time to come out and yell at him.
Dean was the one who spotted him first, as the three of them were walking to the motel room. The curse fell from his lips quickly, before he moved, away from Alloces and taking a step between Alloces and the other demon—which was odd. Usually it was the other way around, but for some reason, Dean was more protective of the demon. The confusion swept over his face for only a second, before he shook it away, and a smirk crawled up the side of his face.
“Well—miss me?”
[Tag order is up to you guys—my mess of people will just find their way in at the end.]
[MS] Bat Out of Hell lyrics
Nov. 2nd, 2008 11:41 am[Avnas = firesfallnangel, Uriel = a_specialist.]
And I know that I’m damned if I never get out // And maybe I’m damned if I do
But with any other beat I got left in my heart // You know I’d rather be damned with you
The fall itself was painful. He had never fallen at all before, but the force of the ground falling out from under him scared him enough to prevent him from cataloguing the sensations. All he knew was that there was nothing to catch him, nothing to hold him, just falling. Downward spiraling, and his wings wouldn’t catch the wind or hold him afloat. They were just there, limp and useless, and his body continued to fall, taking on more of a mass of muscle and bone. Something more human, tangible than his heavenly form. He watched his hands as muscle and sinew covered them, before skin came on top of that, making him take the appearance of human and allow him to brace himself for more of the pain that was to come, but he wasn’t thinking of that. Not at the time.
He saw Avnas falling beneath him, the look of fear on her face searing through him to the bone. This was the end. They had lost. Lucifer’s great crusade, and they had failed. Now they were paying the price for it by losing everything they’d ever loved. He saw the impact as Avnas hit the Earth below him, the scream of pain as the human body broke and splintered, and saw the bright, golden figure that he knew without even thinking moving to stand over her to finish the job. He watched carefully as he fell, searching for some sign as to what was to come, watched as the golden figure reached forward, gripping the fluffy wings in front of him and pulling them up. A sword was raised, and Alloces’ eyes narrowed, trying to grasp the implication, but he couldn’t.
Pain splintered through his body as he impacted, coming with an involuntary scream, bones broken and twisting, leaving him writhing against the ground. He could feel himself break and bleed. It wasn’t a feeling he was even beginning to enjoy, and he tried to push it to the back of his mind, moving to try and help Avnas escape whatever it was that Uriel was about to force upon her, but by the time his eyes cleared enough to focus on the scene in front of him, he could see the two bloody stumps where her wings had formerly been. The wings themselves had been tossed to the side to burn up in the sun, and he could feel the pain coming off the broken Fallen next to him in waves. With a wave of Uriel’s hand, Avnas was gone, nothing left but the blood caked dust where her body had formerly rested.
And then Uriel turned on him.
The wings were useless, he knew that, but that didn’t mean he wanted to lose them, either. They were part of who he was, part of him. He pushed against the pain, trying to scramble his way backwards, find some kind of ground to fight on, but he knew it was no use. Uriel always got his man, no matter what he did. Bracing himself for the pain, he cried out as Uriel kicked him onto his stomach, reaching for his wings and pulling them into the air.
“I’m sorry, my brother.”
Alloces grit his teeth slightly, and closed his eyes, waiting for the blow to come down with a silent prayer. “No, you’re not.”
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firesfallnangel, Uriel = a_specialist.]And I know that I’m damned if I never get out // And maybe I’m damned if I do
But with any other beat I got left in my heart // You know I’d rather be damned with you
The fall itself was painful. He had never fallen at all before, but the force of the ground falling out from under him scared him enough to prevent him from cataloguing the sensations. All he knew was that there was nothing to catch him, nothing to hold him, just falling. Downward spiraling, and his wings wouldn’t catch the wind or hold him afloat. They were just there, limp and useless, and his body continued to fall, taking on more of a mass of muscle and bone. Something more human, tangible than his heavenly form. He watched his hands as muscle and sinew covered them, before skin came on top of that, making him take the appearance of human and allow him to brace himself for more of the pain that was to come, but he wasn’t thinking of that. Not at the time.
He saw Avnas falling beneath him, the look of fear on her face searing through him to the bone. This was the end. They had lost. Lucifer’s great crusade, and they had failed. Now they were paying the price for it by losing everything they’d ever loved. He saw the impact as Avnas hit the Earth below him, the scream of pain as the human body broke and splintered, and saw the bright, golden figure that he knew without even thinking moving to stand over her to finish the job. He watched carefully as he fell, searching for some sign as to what was to come, watched as the golden figure reached forward, gripping the fluffy wings in front of him and pulling them up. A sword was raised, and Alloces’ eyes narrowed, trying to grasp the implication, but he couldn’t.
Pain splintered through his body as he impacted, coming with an involuntary scream, bones broken and twisting, leaving him writhing against the ground. He could feel himself break and bleed. It wasn’t a feeling he was even beginning to enjoy, and he tried to push it to the back of his mind, moving to try and help Avnas escape whatever it was that Uriel was about to force upon her, but by the time his eyes cleared enough to focus on the scene in front of him, he could see the two bloody stumps where her wings had formerly been. The wings themselves had been tossed to the side to burn up in the sun, and he could feel the pain coming off the broken Fallen next to him in waves. With a wave of Uriel’s hand, Avnas was gone, nothing left but the blood caked dust where her body had formerly rested.
And then Uriel turned on him.
The wings were useless, he knew that, but that didn’t mean he wanted to lose them, either. They were part of who he was, part of him. He pushed against the pain, trying to scramble his way backwards, find some kind of ground to fight on, but he knew it was no use. Uriel always got his man, no matter what he did. Bracing himself for the pain, he cried out as Uriel kicked him onto his stomach, reaching for his wings and pulling them into the air.
“I’m sorry, my brother.”
Alloces grit his teeth slightly, and closed his eyes, waiting for the blow to come down with a silent prayer. “No, you’re not.”
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[BCM] Rage
Oct. 15th, 2008 07:40 pm[Avnas = firesfallnangel, Castiel = soldier_ofgod, and follows THIS.]
He hurt. He hurt in ways he couldn’t even begin to explain. Usually he considered pain something that thrilled—he searched for it in his victim’s eyes, a sign that they understood what was happening to them, and then could feel the sweet relief when death finally came for them and the reaper took them away. A little bit of pain caused to himself was a motivator—something that edged him on, got his blood boiling. He loved the pain, but this wasn’t the kind of pain he loved.
This pain was mind numbing. It rattled his teeth and shook every part of his body. All he could feel was the burn of electricity against his skin. It was like someone had shoved hot magma down his throat and he was burning from the inside out. And when the smoke cleared, he fled.
Alloces never ran from anything. Then again Alloces usually didn’t have fear coursing through his veins.
If he had been in any rational kind of mood, he would have seen that his pride and gusto had made him feel over confident. He went in there with the intent to kill, and had it not been for that last blast of lightening, he probably would have succeeded. But that thought was of no comfort, and all he could do was hit the floor of wherever he landed—smooth hardwood that felt cool against the burning of his skin—and pray that he had brought himself to friendlier hands, as he couldn’t even remember where he had asked to be taken to. It was the barest of thoughts, a brief whisp of a wish before the mind-breaking pain had taken over and all thoughts were reduced to that of babbling and incoherence, words and sentences jumbled to the point where they didn’t make sense, and he felt as though his body was going to blow apart from the wounds he had received.
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firesfallnangel, Castiel = soldier_ofgod, and follows THIS.]He hurt. He hurt in ways he couldn’t even begin to explain. Usually he considered pain something that thrilled—he searched for it in his victim’s eyes, a sign that they understood what was happening to them, and then could feel the sweet relief when death finally came for them and the reaper took them away. A little bit of pain caused to himself was a motivator—something that edged him on, got his blood boiling. He loved the pain, but this wasn’t the kind of pain he loved.
This pain was mind numbing. It rattled his teeth and shook every part of his body. All he could feel was the burn of electricity against his skin. It was like someone had shoved hot magma down his throat and he was burning from the inside out. And when the smoke cleared, he fled.
Alloces never ran from anything. Then again Alloces usually didn’t have fear coursing through his veins.
If he had been in any rational kind of mood, he would have seen that his pride and gusto had made him feel over confident. He went in there with the intent to kill, and had it not been for that last blast of lightening, he probably would have succeeded. But that thought was of no comfort, and all he could do was hit the floor of wherever he landed—smooth hardwood that felt cool against the burning of his skin—and pray that he had brought himself to friendlier hands, as he couldn’t even remember where he had asked to be taken to. It was the barest of thoughts, a brief whisp of a wish before the mind-breaking pain had taken over and all thoughts were reduced to that of babbling and incoherence, words and sentences jumbled to the point where they didn’t make sense, and he felt as though his body was going to blow apart from the wounds he had received.
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[yes_iamagirl used with permission from her mun, who made a request on the smut meme. Used for badcompany_muse: Lust.]
She was unattainable.
Regardless of the fact that she was standing there in front of him now, what would have been deemed an invitation for him to reach out and touch on her lips, he couldn’t even begin to know where he deserved to accept the offer. What he had done in order to prove himself worthy of this by any means. She was the one who opened his eyes, all their eyes, that there was something else that they could strive for, urges they could give into without needing to feel guilt or shame. Without her, he wouldn’t have been able to know the rush of pleasure that came with the feeling of blood between his fingers. It was wrong, yes. But it sent a thrill down his spine that few other things could.
There was no denying that he wanted her. This was one of those things, one of those thrills—a motivation to reach out and touch, something he so rarely actually wanted. He indulged others, on occasion—Avnas mainly, but only because she was his—but he rarely ever wanted for himself. This, however—this he wanted. This he wanted so badly he could practically feel the silky smooth skin under his fingers, but he didn’t dare reach out and touch. That wasn’t part of the deal—he wasn’t worthy. And that was the end of it.
This wasn’t the same as it was with Avnas. Avnas was his—her soul was, at least, if not her body. She introduced him to things he hadn’t understood before, and she allowed him to indulge without disapproving. Similar to Lucifer, but something deeper, a connection that he didn’t already have—she was a friend, something he didn’t have many of, and therefore he indulged her in every sense of the world, as she did him. Fidelity for them wasn’t a physical connection—because in their essence, demons are not physical beings—but an emotional one.
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yes_iamagirl used with permission from her mun, who made a request on the smut meme. Used for badcompany_muse: Lust.]She was unattainable.
Regardless of the fact that she was standing there in front of him now, what would have been deemed an invitation for him to reach out and touch on her lips, he couldn’t even begin to know where he deserved to accept the offer. What he had done in order to prove himself worthy of this by any means. She was the one who opened his eyes, all their eyes, that there was something else that they could strive for, urges they could give into without needing to feel guilt or shame. Without her, he wouldn’t have been able to know the rush of pleasure that came with the feeling of blood between his fingers. It was wrong, yes. But it sent a thrill down his spine that few other things could.
There was no denying that he wanted her. This was one of those things, one of those thrills—a motivation to reach out and touch, something he so rarely actually wanted. He indulged others, on occasion—Avnas mainly, but only because she was his—but he rarely ever wanted for himself. This, however—this he wanted. This he wanted so badly he could practically feel the silky smooth skin under his fingers, but he didn’t dare reach out and touch. That wasn’t part of the deal—he wasn’t worthy. And that was the end of it.
This wasn’t the same as it was with Avnas. Avnas was his—her soul was, at least, if not her body. She introduced him to things he hadn’t understood before, and she allowed him to indulge without disapproving. Similar to Lucifer, but something deeper, a connection that he didn’t already have—she was a friend, something he didn’t have many of, and therefore he indulged her in every sense of the world, as she did him. Fidelity for them wasn’t a physical connection—because in their essence, demons are not physical beings—but an emotional one.
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[MS] "Honeybear" lyrics
Sep. 30th, 2008 11:29 pm[firesfallnangel used with permission.]
Good good things happen in bad towns
August 15, 1451
The tavern was loud and lively, just the kind of place for two demons to get into trouble. It didn’t take much for them to get this party going, but by the time they started drinking and inhibitions started falling, there was far too much fun to be had.
Avnas had wandered around the room, getting most of the tenants of the pub all hot and bothered, relaxed and lazy. More ale had gone through them than was humanly possible, and drinking songs had been reduced to slurs and off-key notes. It was only a few hours before Avans was returning to him, sliding into his lap, and letting her body rest in close to him, staying as close as possible.
“Are you sure about this?” she murmured, running her fingers through his hair as she tilted his head to the side before starting to nibble down his neck. He closed his eyes in pleasure for a moment, before opening them again and looking over the various bodies, feeding off their unsuspecting pleasure and relaxation, enjoying how they had no idea of what was to come.
“Mmm,” he said with a nod, before turning back to her with a small smile. “Lock the doors. I don’t want any of them escaping.”
She gave a heavy sigh, before getting up and making her way over to the main door, lowering a heavy beam across the front of the door, before moving around to each of the other exits and taking the same precaution. Once she was finished, she turned back to him with a nod, before disappearing up the stairs to the living quarters, closing the door to the stairs behind her.
“Where’s yer lady love goin’, m’ friend?” one of the patrons turned to him with a frown. “That pretty lass was certainly a bright spot on m’ evenin’.”
“I’m sure she was,” Alloces said with a sigh. “However, she didn’t want to watch.”
“Didn’ want to watch what, exactly?” the man said with a frown.
“She didn’t want to watch me kill you.”
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firesfallnangel used with permission.]Good good things happen in bad towns
August 15, 1451
The tavern was loud and lively, just the kind of place for two demons to get into trouble. It didn’t take much for them to get this party going, but by the time they started drinking and inhibitions started falling, there was far too much fun to be had.
Avnas had wandered around the room, getting most of the tenants of the pub all hot and bothered, relaxed and lazy. More ale had gone through them than was humanly possible, and drinking songs had been reduced to slurs and off-key notes. It was only a few hours before Avans was returning to him, sliding into his lap, and letting her body rest in close to him, staying as close as possible.
“Are you sure about this?” she murmured, running her fingers through his hair as she tilted his head to the side before starting to nibble down his neck. He closed his eyes in pleasure for a moment, before opening them again and looking over the various bodies, feeding off their unsuspecting pleasure and relaxation, enjoying how they had no idea of what was to come.
“Mmm,” he said with a nod, before turning back to her with a small smile. “Lock the doors. I don’t want any of them escaping.”
She gave a heavy sigh, before getting up and making her way over to the main door, lowering a heavy beam across the front of the door, before moving around to each of the other exits and taking the same precaution. Once she was finished, she turned back to him with a nod, before disappearing up the stairs to the living quarters, closing the door to the stairs behind her.
“Where’s yer lady love goin’, m’ friend?” one of the patrons turned to him with a frown. “That pretty lass was certainly a bright spot on m’ evenin’.”
“I’m sure she was,” Alloces said with a sigh. “However, she didn’t want to watch.”
“Didn’ want to watch what, exactly?” the man said with a frown.
“She didn’t want to watch me kill you.”
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[BCM] Slay
Sep. 6th, 2008 01:16 pm[Amy = firesfallnangel, Ruby = ourslutty_yoda, Eve = mother_ofall and she is used with permission. Follows THIS]
It wasn’t exactly easy to slay a demon.
It became easier if you had the right tools, but those tools were few and hard to come by. Before Ruby, apparently, there was only one way to do so—and that was with the flaming sword of a pure bred. Somehow Ruby managed to manipulate the magic to her own devices, but regardless of that fact, those swords weren’t exactly given out as party favors. The only way you could get one, let alone use one, was if you had fought in the great war at the beginning of time—and there was no way that a demon was going to let you just borrow his sword. He—or she, as the case may be—would kill you before you even got the chance to ask the words.
Now that Ruby was around, making her weapons, however, Alloces couldn’t be all that sure of their number, or just how effective they were against every type of demon. There was only one person who could really answer that question for him, and apparently he was the target of his latest mission. Not that he can really be faulted for that, he was just following orders. However, when one of his own is supposedly killed at the end of it, and he doesn’t have the information he needs to figure out how to keep that from happening again, he needs to break some rules.
And he needs to do it without the council knowing it.
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firesfallnangel, Ruby = ourslutty_yoda, Eve = mother_ofall and she is used with permission. Follows THIS]It wasn’t exactly easy to slay a demon.
It became easier if you had the right tools, but those tools were few and hard to come by. Before Ruby, apparently, there was only one way to do so—and that was with the flaming sword of a pure bred. Somehow Ruby managed to manipulate the magic to her own devices, but regardless of that fact, those swords weren’t exactly given out as party favors. The only way you could get one, let alone use one, was if you had fought in the great war at the beginning of time—and there was no way that a demon was going to let you just borrow his sword. He—or she, as the case may be—would kill you before you even got the chance to ask the words.
Now that Ruby was around, making her weapons, however, Alloces couldn’t be all that sure of their number, or just how effective they were against every type of demon. There was only one person who could really answer that question for him, and apparently he was the target of his latest mission. Not that he can really be faulted for that, he was just following orders. However, when one of his own is supposedly killed at the end of it, and he doesn’t have the information he needs to figure out how to keep that from happening again, he needs to break some rules.
And he needs to do it without the council knowing it.
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[MS] "Talula" - Tori Amos
Aug. 30th, 2008 05:42 pm[Amy = firesfallnangel, Eve = mother_ofall. Follows THIS.]
don’t want to lose it // it must be worth losing // if it is worth something
“We had a deal.”
Caim stared Alloces down, seemingly unphased buy the very angry demon, standing covered in blood and gunpowder, and almost amused by the stack of bodies that had landed behind him. He’d come upon a caravan of hunters that were tracking down a vampire nest in upper Montana. Considering the circumstances of the past week, and the information he had just received, he wasn’t so pleased with hunters at the moment.
The vampires? Well, they were just canon fodder.
He felt the blood run between his fingers and off the edge of his hands as he watched the Caim survey the damage he had caused. All with his bare hands, bodies being torn to pieces and faces mangled so that they weren’t even recognizable anymore. Whatever law enforcement bureau that could have assigned to this case would probably have lost their lunch several times over before even imagining a way of solving this case. He clasped his hands behind his back before glancing back over his shoulder towards the direction of the demon who was clearly very angry.
“We did, Alloces, I assure you. But I don’t have any control over hunters and what they do.”
That answer wasn’t good enough. His prize had been taken from him, and he wanted it back. And if the council hadn’t put her on their radar in order to keep him in line, she wouldn’t have been stuck in that situation to begin with. She would have been safe in her own place, away from the hunters, and not vulnerable and alone. He had wanted her all in one piece, and now he was never going to get her. And that was only making him more angry. He needed to lay the blame somewhere, and Caim happened to be the nearest available target.
“You could have kept her safe.”
Caim turned at this point, placing a cigarette between his lips and lighting it. It took a long exhale before turning back to the demon in question. “I know you wand your revenge, Alloces, but this isn’t the way to go about it.”
“And how would you suggest I change that?” An eyebrow arched slightly, indicating that his emotion had changed from full on rage to curiosity, but Caim wasn’t gaining much ground. The simplest solution to the problem that had caused Avans’ death was to irradicate hunters completely. Which was what he was intending to do.
Caim, however, simply rolled his eyes and ashed his cigarette before moving closer to him. “You’re trying to fight the problem on the fringes of the flow. What you need to do is go to the source, and finish the assignment.”
Alloces eyes only narrowed at that, sensing some not-quite-truths in what the man was saying. There were inconsistencies. False promises. And he didn’t like it when what he was promised wasn’t going to come through for him. But he couldn’t find fault with the logic, and that, in and of itself, didn’t give him anything to challenge. His shoulders relaxed slightly, letting the tension release from them, before starting to smear the blood off his hands and onto his clothes.
“So I still need to kill Ruby.”
“Exactly,” Caim nodded. “And once you do, you’ll get everything that had been promised to you. I can guarantee you that.”
Alloces paused for a minute, before nodding slowly and moving away from the blood and broken bodies. “I’ll get back on the trail.”
“Thank you,” Caim said with a nod. “That’s all that we ask.”
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firesfallnangel, Eve = mother_ofall. Follows THIS.]don’t want to lose it // it must be worth losing // if it is worth something
“We had a deal.”
Caim stared Alloces down, seemingly unphased buy the very angry demon, standing covered in blood and gunpowder, and almost amused by the stack of bodies that had landed behind him. He’d come upon a caravan of hunters that were tracking down a vampire nest in upper Montana. Considering the circumstances of the past week, and the information he had just received, he wasn’t so pleased with hunters at the moment.
The vampires? Well, they were just canon fodder.
He felt the blood run between his fingers and off the edge of his hands as he watched the Caim survey the damage he had caused. All with his bare hands, bodies being torn to pieces and faces mangled so that they weren’t even recognizable anymore. Whatever law enforcement bureau that could have assigned to this case would probably have lost their lunch several times over before even imagining a way of solving this case. He clasped his hands behind his back before glancing back over his shoulder towards the direction of the demon who was clearly very angry.
“We did, Alloces, I assure you. But I don’t have any control over hunters and what they do.”
That answer wasn’t good enough. His prize had been taken from him, and he wanted it back. And if the council hadn’t put her on their radar in order to keep him in line, she wouldn’t have been stuck in that situation to begin with. She would have been safe in her own place, away from the hunters, and not vulnerable and alone. He had wanted her all in one piece, and now he was never going to get her. And that was only making him more angry. He needed to lay the blame somewhere, and Caim happened to be the nearest available target.
“You could have kept her safe.”
Caim turned at this point, placing a cigarette between his lips and lighting it. It took a long exhale before turning back to the demon in question. “I know you wand your revenge, Alloces, but this isn’t the way to go about it.”
“And how would you suggest I change that?” An eyebrow arched slightly, indicating that his emotion had changed from full on rage to curiosity, but Caim wasn’t gaining much ground. The simplest solution to the problem that had caused Avans’ death was to irradicate hunters completely. Which was what he was intending to do.
Caim, however, simply rolled his eyes and ashed his cigarette before moving closer to him. “You’re trying to fight the problem on the fringes of the flow. What you need to do is go to the source, and finish the assignment.”
Alloces eyes only narrowed at that, sensing some not-quite-truths in what the man was saying. There were inconsistencies. False promises. And he didn’t like it when what he was promised wasn’t going to come through for him. But he couldn’t find fault with the logic, and that, in and of itself, didn’t give him anything to challenge. His shoulders relaxed slightly, letting the tension release from them, before starting to smear the blood off his hands and onto his clothes.
“So I still need to kill Ruby.”
“Exactly,” Caim nodded. “And once you do, you’ll get everything that had been promised to you. I can guarantee you that.”
Alloces paused for a minute, before nodding slowly and moving away from the blood and broken bodies. “I’ll get back on the trail.”
“Thank you,” Caim said with a nod. “That’s all that we ask.”
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[BCM] Heaven and Hell
Aug. 30th, 2008 04:04 pm[A very, very late response to THIS. Ruby = ourslutty_yoda, Sam = notantichrist.]
He could sense the old magic—black magic. Magic that he hadn’t felt in such concentration in centuries, and it’s right after the thick sulfur cloud of the magic that he smells the blood. Not only black magic, but blood magic, and heavy magic at that. Someone was summoning something big, and they left behind such a mess for him to find.
He’d been tracking her for months now, following her scent over the back roads, and waiting for the opportune moment. He knew in the back of his mind that as soon as his job was completed, he was going back in the box again, but he also knew that he wasn’t going to be able to drag this out forever. But he would take his time with this one, savor the thrill of the chase and the power that he could now hold in his hands.
He moved over the blood and the mess, recognizing the symbols and positions, and knowing instantly what was being summoned. He couldn’t help but smile, wondering what kind of riddle the sphinx had given him. What kind of complicated phrases come to mind? How frustrated did he get with her when she didn’t tell him exactly what he wanted to hear?
How far was Sam Winchester really gone?
Not that those were things he should be thinking of at this particular moment in time—his focus was supposed to be Ruby—but he had to admit that the idea intrigued him. After all, such delicious clues were being left behind.
It was a little taste of how quickly his perception of the prey could change. And he could already see the bits of heavenly virtues, now drowning in the blood and magic of hell.
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ourslutty_yoda, Sam = notantichrist.]He could sense the old magic—black magic. Magic that he hadn’t felt in such concentration in centuries, and it’s right after the thick sulfur cloud of the magic that he smells the blood. Not only black magic, but blood magic, and heavy magic at that. Someone was summoning something big, and they left behind such a mess for him to find.
He’d been tracking her for months now, following her scent over the back roads, and waiting for the opportune moment. He knew in the back of his mind that as soon as his job was completed, he was going back in the box again, but he also knew that he wasn’t going to be able to drag this out forever. But he would take his time with this one, savor the thrill of the chase and the power that he could now hold in his hands.
He moved over the blood and the mess, recognizing the symbols and positions, and knowing instantly what was being summoned. He couldn’t help but smile, wondering what kind of riddle the sphinx had given him. What kind of complicated phrases come to mind? How frustrated did he get with her when she didn’t tell him exactly what he wanted to hear?
How far was Sam Winchester really gone?
Not that those were things he should be thinking of at this particular moment in time—his focus was supposed to be Ruby—but he had to admit that the idea intrigued him. After all, such delicious clues were being left behind.
It was a little taste of how quickly his perception of the prey could change. And he could already see the bits of heavenly virtues, now drowning in the blood and magic of hell.
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