bountied (bountied) wrote in parabolical, @ 2008-09-29 21:45:00 |
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Entry tags: | crowley, sam oliver |
Who: Sam Oliver + Open to anyone at the Lux
What: Apocalypse? Sam, on the otherhand, is tired of what he thinks are Lucifer's shenanigans.
When: Monday evening
Where: The Lux
Status/Rating: Incomplete/PG-13?
Sam's hand was going to be swollen by the time he was done here. "What the hell, man?" He yelled, banging on Lucifer's office door. The world was ending. It was The Apocalypse. That meant evil. Evil meant the Devil. And the Devil meant Lucifer.
At least that was what it meant in Sam's mind. Admittedly, for someone who worked for the Devil, Sam wasn't very up on his Bible study. He knew the basic concept of the Four Horsemen, but quote Revelations at him and the look on his face would have been honestly confused. The stories were familiar, but there was no one at this juncture who could have convinced him that the Devil wasn't playing some part in this. Evil begat evil, right?
It only looked that much more suspicious that his boss had disappeared right as the world was ending. Sam slammed his fist against the office door again, ignoring the strange looks he was getting from the club's employees. He had the feeling he would've been dragged out far sooner if he weren't a somewhat familiar face. He dropped off souls far more often than he would have liked.
"Come on!" He called through the door. It was obvious by this point that he wasn't there. The banging was probably in vain, but it certainly made him feel better. "Fucking asshole..."