St. George (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} monster_slayer) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} nevermore_logs,@ 2012-11-02 05:50:00 |
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| Current music: | "Sympathy for the Devil"-The Rolling Stones |
Who: George, Lucifer, open to the Antichrist
Where: Outside Lucifer's building
When: Noon, Friday
What: We made a deal
Warnings: Torture, rape, general Hell family terribleness
George smoked the last dregs of his cigarette and stared up at Lucifer's building. Of course it still had power; no wandering around in the dark for the rich and the evil. He swallowed, tossed his cigarette onto the pavement and ground it out. Best to get this over with. He closed his eyes, steeling himself. Now that he was actually here, he felt curiously calm, his emotions flattening into something resembling peace. It took him a moment to place where he'd felt it before.
Rome, when he'd been preparing to martyr himself. When every sensible part of him was screaming to run, to renounce, to take the deal that his emperor was offering and live instead of dying horribly.
He'd been a dumbass back then, too. George smiled faintly at the thought. He cracked his knuckles and rolled his shoulders. There was no going back now; he was just a passenger. He stepped inside the building.
Rome, when he'd been preparing to martyr himself. When every sensible part of him was screaming to run, to renounce, to take the deal that his emperor was offering and live instead of dying horribly.
He'd been a dumbass back then, too. George smiled faintly at the thought. He cracked his knuckles and rolled his shoulders. There was no going back now; he was just a passenger. He stepped inside the building.