ψ michael and lucifer promise they (willneverlie) wrote in doorslogs, @ 2012-05-19 22:22:00 |
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Entry tags: | dean winchester, lucifer, plot: las vegas, ruby, sam winchester |
Who: Lucifer, feat. the SPN crew: Dean, Sam, + Ruby
What: Demons, devils, and Winchesters-- oh my!
Where: The streets of LV.
When: Now? During the door madness.
Warnings/Rating: Probably violence, probably swearing, and Lucifer trolling everyone.
The light heralded his arrival.
It was so very ironic. The devil himself, announced by a wash of blinding white light and an ear-splitting screech that lasted just long enough to be painful before it vanished, replaced by a foreboding sort of silence. He found himself in a hallway in Passages, which was not where he had been minutes prior, but Lucifer adapted quickly. In fact, he was quite pleased to find that he was on the other side of the door. This world, he knew, was unaccustomed to angels and demons and monsters threatening its very existence. He may have been prideful, but not enough to assume that he was the only Big Bad in town; still, he wasn't worried. He was Satan, after all, the King of Hell and fallen archangel. Nothing could kill him. He had slaughtered gods like pigs, turned loyal angels against their God and dragged humans down to the depths of Hell; what did he have to fear?
The demons came afterward. Big clouds of smoke, to the untrained eye, but Lucifer saw them for what they were, and while his opinion of demons was quite low he was pleased to have his very own personal army at his back. They would find bodies, the demons, and when they did, they would seek him out. In the meantime, he could get the party started without them.
Chaos already reigned in the streets, the aftermath of the dragon-thing (how boring) and whatever silly little superheroes had attempted to save the day. Lucifer cared little for comic books and children's stories. These people had no idea that the devil walked among them, because really, he looked just like them. His vessel may have been a little rough around the edges but hey, demon blood wasn't an endless resource, and he was a lot to handle. While he waited for his demons to gather, Lucifer decided to have some fun and paid some visits to a few of those quaint little wedding chapels that lined the Strip. So sweet, all these tacky little weddings. He wondered what his Father would think of the mockery these fools made of holy matrimony.
Sympathy for the devil aside, Lucifer had no mercy. He left bloodied, broken bodies in his wake and felt nothing for the lives he'd extinguished. Mortals felt no pity for ants they crushed beneath their shoes, did they? The principle was very much the same.
Oh, some little peons that crossed his paths were spared. Some he only infected, left to fester, driven mad with fear or rage or lust; a little trick he'd picked up from his friends who rode in on colored horses when the Apocalypse was nigh. By then, the demons had begun to gather, and Lucifer left them to do his bidding in the streets while he decided to claim a pretty little casino for his very own and hold court within. Oh, he didn't quite want to be found, but if any little Winchesters were around, he couldn't make it too difficult for them. They'd be chasing their tails for weeks if he didn't leave out breadcrumbs for them, and he couldn't have that, could he?