Who: Lucifer, Wrath, and Bridget What: OHHIHIHIHI YOU ARE PREGNANT (Originally posted by Lucifer) When: After This convo. Easter, YO Where: Wrath's Place of Hiding Pregnant Ladies Warnings: Lucifer, Wrath
Lucifer, was to put it plainly, happy. Lucifer had lost all those emotions a long, long time ago but now he was either way. He was happy because a mortal woman was carrying Saint-spawn and Wrath had her. And Wrath had let him visit. He didn't even care there was to be no death. He could deal with not just breaking David by handing him the eviscerated remains of the mortal.
So he appeared where Wrath was, she was so easy to feel for him, and smiled like the sun. "Wrath my love you are the best thing." Laughing he kissed the sin before skipping to the mortal. "Hello pretty. Do you know who I am?"
Wrath, who was feeling great for a change, smiled at Lucifer and then followed him over to the mortal like a puppy dog behind it's master.
Bridget's hands were chained to a radiator which Wrath had turned on. She was uncomfortably warm and terrified, but trying so hard not to show it. She shook her head at the man who had entered. "No."
Wrath, right now, was his absolute favorite. He hadn't even known about this. It was the best news he'd gotten all weekend.
He still smiled, too sharp and not enough of anything in his eyes to be human and kneeled down beside her. "Normally I'd shake hands, but." He grinned. "I am Lucifer, also known as the Morningstar. And you're Davids...someone."
He glanced to her stomach, "and saint spawn, how glorious. You know, I would have bribed Wrath if David had given me his soul. Guess true love only goes so far. but how are those babies?"
Bridget swallowed roughly when Lucifer revealed who he was, and she inched away as far as she could, her wrists stretched uncomfortably. So David knew they had her? Good. That was good.
"They're fine," she hissed at him, more our of fear than anger. "What do you want?"
He waved his hand, "the End Times. To go home." He removed his coat and used it as a pillow. He paid no mind to how uncomfortable she may be. "But God, as you're learning today my dear, is a giant dick."
"You must have a touch of my Lust in you to get David to bend. Then again all the Saints are being funny." He shrugged, "and no worries. Wrath made me promise to not kill you and I like Wrath. She'll make me re-arrange Hell if I break it and I like how it is right now."
He rubbed his hands, sparks of hellfire escaping the tips of his fingers. "we're going to play a game little mortal. You will tell Wrath what she wants to know. Or," he extended a hand over her stomach, "well did you know that it's been a long time since I've marked children? A bit of hell in them. It'd be an interesting mix of Saint and Devil I imagine." He couldn't, not really, but he wanted her reaction. "And do be cautious. If you play too much with me, well she said I couldn't kill you." His fingertips, sharp and warm, settled on the skin of her stomach, "but these don't count in that bargain. So tell her what she wants to know."
Bridget's jaw dropped as Lucifer threatened her children. She had no way of knowing what he could or couldn't do, but she wasn't willing to risk it. "I'll do it, I'll do it!" she breathed frantically.
Silently, she started frantically praying to David for him to find her. She didn't know if he could hear her or not, but she had to try.
Saint David of Wales, I need your help now. Lucifer is here and he wants the babies. Says he's going to mark them if I don't cooperate. Dewi, I'm scared.
"I don't understand what she wants to know!"
He withdrew his hand with a smile. Mortals. So easy. "Lucky for you I speak fluent Wrath." Smiling he looked to the Sin and held out his hand, "come here pumpkin. Why don't you tell me what you want her to say and we'll see if we can't make her understand."
He glanced to Bridget and smiled, "babies are terrible. Did that once. Terrible really. I'm not even supposed to have offspring. Angel rule." he rolled his eyes. "But Joshua was part of the plan so I'm stuck with playing dad. Here's a lesson mortal. Children will always disappoint you. Father learned that. I learned it. You'll learn it."
Bridget just glared at him. She already loved her children more than she had ever loved anyone. They couldn't possibly disappoint her.
Wrath was a little uneasy at explaining to Lucifer what she wanted to know from Bridget so she shuffled her feet a little. "I wanted to understand her. Her emotions. Her relationship with...me. But now...now I am getting so much power from just having her here, I like that more. Might have to move her. They have Saint GPS and I don't want to give her back yet."
"It's alright pet. I won't make you give her back yet. Not when she's giving you so much power." He smiled at her and winked at her. "You wound me, thinking I'd make you do that. I'll help you move her. I'll even get Satan to help."
"She's pregnant love. Remember Satan? Women get weird. Never have children. It's horrible." He sighed, "Well we can shuffle her around until those brats are born. We'll have to remain stationary for that. I quite imagine she'll give you more if you have her spawn as well. And hey maybe you can influence them. You're own little mortal Wrath spawn. Carve a path for you across this country."
Grinning he looked to Bridget. He'd gotten what he wanted. "Oh, I lie. A lot. I can kill those brats but I can't actually claim them. Unless you sign a contract saying you were giving me your firstborns."
Wrath clapped as Lucifer revealed his plans. George had said that having people made him feel less angry. Maybe having two little Wrathlings would make her feel that way too. "I would like Wrath Spawn," she said thoughtfully.
"You can't have them!" Bridget growled.
Wrath turned to Lucifer. "Said you couldn't kill her. Never said you couldn't hurt her."
Silently, Bridget prayed more. They say they want to keep me until the babies are born! They're going to keep moving me! Dewi, Wrath just gave Lucifer permission to hurt me. I hope you can hear me.
He gave Wrath a bright smile, "then you shall have them dearest. You did let me come over after all. I believe I owe you a few spawnlings. As long as they give the souls to me, I won't complain."
He turned to Bridget before smiling at Wrath's words. "Oh precious you have no idea." The smile he gave Bridget was nothing that was nice. "Did you know, mortal, you can make a woman go into early labor out of stress?"
From the pocket of his coat he drew two long nails. "I want to test that rumor." Quick as lightning he went to drive the nails through her feet.
Wrath didn't want dirty souls. So she nodded and then pulled herself up on her bed to watch and feel.
Bridget tried to pull away from Lucifer's grasp, but he was too strong and her hands were chained. The metal was already too hot and starting to burn her skin uncomfortably. And then Lucifer smiled and it felt like a shard of ice all through her.
When the nails went through her feet, Bridget didn't even try to be strong. She screamed in pain, her body twisting and her hand gripping for anything, even if it was the burning heater.
The pain was too much, she didn't even have it in her to pray.
Laughing he drew back and licked the blood off his fingers. "That suits you." Grinning he let Hellfire flicker on his fingers and leaned forward, going to press hot fingers to the girl's cheek. "I am going to ruin this pretty face of yours."
"My true love gave to me his soul." he smiled at her, his fingers only growing hotter. "If David loves you, truly, what do you think he would give for you?"
The girl was pitiful, and Wrath frowned. She wasn't into causing pain to anyone but herself and truly she probably would have tired of Bridget in a few days and just set her free. That didn't mean she didn't want to watch while Lucifer enjoyed himself, however. "George was right," she commented. "She can't even fight back."
Bridget's breaths were coming thick and fast, trying to deal with the pain in her feet. She barely heard Wrath, but she understood the words. George thought Bridget couldn't fight. Not against Hellspawn.
Lucifer pressed his fingers hot against her face and she looked at him as his touch started to burn as hot as the metal against her wrists. She spit in his face then.
"If he loves me, he won't give you anything!" she growled at him with what strength she had. She could fight back. She couldn't move and she wasn't as strong as they were, but she had something they didn't. She had people she could count on to come for her.
So she prayed again, hoping it would reach her husband. It hurts. It hurts but I can try to stall them so they don't move me. Call Anthony. Find out where I am. I can stall them. Please come to me.
"And you aren't getting my soul either. Or the souls of my children. All you're doing is making my faith in God stronger!"
After she spat in his face he growled and went to backhand her across the face, fingers still burning. Then, at her words, he laughed. "Oh precious. Why would I take away your belief in God? It'd make you stop believing in me."
His hand went to grab her throat, the fire licking at her skin. Enough to burn, yes, but not enough to do more then give her nasty burns. "I think I'm going to burn your vocal cords away from the outside. Besides my Wrath likes wrath, ironically. Hate me mortal. Go on. Feed that Sin."
He snarled before he smiled. "You know, what I am, isn't meant for human eyes to see? I cannot be everything I will be when the Apocalypse comes, but I can show a bit of my true self. See Wrath here, she is Sin. Belongs to Hell. You're mortal. Saints are mortal born. I never was."
Smiling the edges of his fingers grew into talons as he slowly became more inhumane. "Funny thing mortal? If you didn't believe, this wouldn't work as well. So pray mortal. Pray to my deaf Father. And when I'm done, you'll have no more mind. Your children will have a mother with an empty mind. The Saint, left with an empty shell. And I don't even need to kill you for it."
Bridget prayed, her words slurring together to form what was basically one phrase. Please.
The skin of her throat, face and wrists burned as Lucifer changed in front of her eyes. To Bridget he was terrifying, but seeing him as a demon was somehow better than another human being doing this to her. "I don't hate you," she whispered, squeezing her eyes shut so she didn't have to look at him any more. She whimpered from the ordeal he was putting her through and then she hissed out, "I pity you!"
He laughed, sounding less and less human. He deliberately made it hotter in the room. He could be much like the suns he had once brought into existence. Bright, blinding, burning terribly hot, and occasionally terrifying. The Fall had just added to that.
"Oh precious," he'd lost some of his human voice. "Who ever said I wanted it?"
Her whimpers turned to cries as the room grew incredibly hot. The words, "stop please!" tumbled out of her mouth without her ever meaning them too. It was pleading that came from a place of pain and panic. It was too hot and she couldn't feel her twins moving any more, and the creature in front of her was terrible and haunting and it was all starting to be a little much. Her vision began to grey.
"She's going," Wrath commented. She could feel the woman's wrath fading to nothing. "She's going to go."