Who: Abigail Lecter and Evil!Samandriel What: Two sides of the same coin - [kryptonite plot] When: Monday 9/9 Where: Lucifer’s Rating: Med-High, Torture references, general cruelty. TW - rape threats. none acted on. Status: Complete
Abigail had finished her classes for the day, so she went over to Lucifer’s house. The reason for that was that she wanted to see her best friend, and she was aware of Samandriel’s recent move. Not that Abigail blamed him; his mother was a monster. It was nice to be able to go see Samandriel without wanting to punch members of his family.
It’d been all too easy to hide that poor, simpering angel’s body. The ball of sparkles and light was still alive, of course, but Samandriel’d made sure he wasn’t going to be regaining consciousness anytime soon and that when he did, he wasn’t going anywhere or saying anything. He was supposed it was just a stroke of luck that that hot little piece of ass the angel hung around with constantly showed up to entertain him now.
“Abigail.” Samandriel’s smile was almost predatory. He kept the black out of his eyes, but oh did he want to let it go. No, he’d play her just fine today and then in a couple more he might just make life very hard for her because she pitied him, she thought he needed protecting. That dumb bitch was the one who needed protecting.
She smiled, immediately looking and feeling more at ease around her friend. “Hey, you.” Setting down her backpack, Abigail moved to wrap her arms around her best friend, pulling him into a tight hug. “How’re you? How’s Lucifer?” She liked Samandriel better with Lucifer, if only because her friend seemed happier with the older man than without him.
It was only in the moments that she hugged Samandriel did she realize he was taller than her. Somehow he seemed smaller when she looked at him from across a room.
“Lucifer’s at the bar,” Samandriel said, stepping back to let her in properly. He only returned the hug because he needed her to trust him. “I’m thinking about going over to my brother’s and making him sit on my dick for a while, but I haven’t decided yet.” What? It was a legitimate plan. He could probably screw with Dean while he was there, show that asshole who was the actual kid between the pair of them.
Abigail raised a brow at the overt crassness, but didn’t comment. “Well, let me know if you want to go anywhere, I have homework anyway.” She ran her fingers lightly through Samandriel’s hair, smiling at him. He seemed a little off, but she figured maybe he’d slept poorly. Samandriel ducked away from the hair fondling and gave her a bit of a look that spoke volumes as to what he thought about her touching him like that. “If I want to go anywhere, I’ll just go.” He walked into the house, gesturing for whatever kind of politeness she wanted to read into it. “Get you a drink?”
“Sure, I’ll take any wine you have.” She hoped he’d meant alcoholic, otherwise she just sounded like a lush. “Are you okay?” Someone seemed testy, and Abigail hoped that he and Lucifer weren’t fighting or something. She wasn’t great with relationship advice.
“Whisky it is,” Samandriel said, grabbing down a couple of tumblers. “Just fine. Peechy keen.”
She wanted to ask ‘are you sure?’ but didn’t say anything. “I guess your new angelic constitution helps you not get tipsy.” Abigail sat down, crossing her legs. “When do you play again? I know Daddy and I want to come watch.”
“You didn’t realize that after I downed three bottles of wine and didn’t feel a damn thing?” he asked dryly. He got them both glasses and handed one to her. “Weekends at Lux.”
“To be fair, I’ve never seen you drunk before, even when you were human. Maybe you were a mellow drunk.” She took the glass with a nod of thanks, swirling the liquid lightly before taking a sip. “We’ll have to come by next weekend.” It seemed like it would be fun, and a good way to support her best friend.
“Or maybe I didn’t want to be like my whiny alcoholic father,” Samandriel retorted. “Come by when you want. I’ll get you on the list. Just...maybe not dance with what’s mine in front of me, hm?”
“I didn’t do it to show you up, I did it because everyone else was and I wanted to blend in.” Abigail crossed her arms. “I didn’t know it bothered you so much. It was a waltz, hardly touching.”
Samandriel sat on the coffee table in front of her, smirking while he looked up at her. “Oh you are cute, aren’t you? All loyal and fierce. Like a little spitfire just wanting poor little Sammy boy to love you.” He set his drink down. “You really have no idea what you walked into, do you? Precious.”
Abigail moved to her feet. “Who are you?” She was running on instinct, and even though it was a bit crazy to think of it, she knew immediately from that smirk that this wasn’t her best friend. Maybe if she could get him talking she could find something to bash him over the head with.
“Sit down, don’t move,” Samandriel said, but he didn’t wait for Abigail to respond before he used his considerable power to make her. He didn’t even have to get up. This was great. He got up anyway though to lean over her, his Will keeping her in one place. He wanted her to know how helpless she really was.
“Who do you think I am?” His eyes clicked into solid black in front of her. He wasn’t a demon, no. He was far, far worse, but it would be advantageous for him to let her think he was. After all, if she went tattling on him, those poor little hunters and his idiot brother would waste time trying to kill something that he wasn’t.
“Your fluffy little baby bird isn’t coming back. You won’t get to fantasize about running off with his innocence all while trying to protect it. Petty little humans and your paradoxical desires.”
“He’s gay, I don’t want him, you fucking stupid demon.” Abigail’s eyes narrowed as she glared at him, struggling against whatever supernatural power was holding her down. “Why would I want him when I have Hannibal?” Maybe if she irritated it enough it’d tell her what it really was. Was Samandriel possessed? Was this something that just looked like him? She closed her eyes and started to pray to her best friend, hoping he’d hear her and do something. Anything.
“Just because he’s gay doesn’t mean you’re not curious.” Samandriel smirked, straddling her legs to sit down in her lap. He tipped her head up to look at her. “You’d want him because he’s young and mysterious and powerful even though you’ve known him all your life. You want to know what exactly someone who painted sunsets at the dawn of time can do with his fingers or his tongue.”
Samandriel grinned wolfishly. “Pray all you want, sweet thing. He can’t hear you. Samandriel isn’t home right now. Maybe you’d like to leave a message and I’ll make sure he never gets it.”
“Get off of me.” Abigail gritted her teeth, closing her eyes. She didn’t want him near her, since he wasn’t her friend and he was obviously going to do something terrible to her. “I don’t want him, and all the talking in the world isn’t going to magically make it so.”
“You’re forgetting, pretty little murderer,” he murmured, “that I know what’s in your head. Or rather he does, so I do too. Fancy, isn’t it?”
“So you’re not just in his body, then?” She opened her eyes, glaring at whatever was on her lap. “What do you want me to call you?” She was trying to get a rapport, since obviously it knew more about her than she did about it. It probably approved of the murders she’d done in her dreams, which made her stomach toss.
Samandriel pressed her nose and got up. “You’re not getting me out of this meat suit, you know. I like it here. All comfy and powerful. If you little idiots want me gone, you’re going to have to kill me, which means killing this body and won’t that be tragic. Half an angel without a vessel. Floating in the breeze. Gone forever.” He went and finished his drink.
“I still think he needs to get his dick wet before he dies, though. Can’t be a whiny little take it up the ass brat forever, right?”
“So go downstairs and fuck Lucifer. Brag about it to your demon friends.” Abigail tried to get into a more comfortable position and that didn’t work. “Seriously, can’t I at least drink?” She wished she’d run sooner, as soon as she’d noticed Samandriel being so irritated. He’d never been grumpy like this. What was it her father said? Instincts and fear were a gift from when man was an animal?
“Abigail, I’m flattered, but fucking the devil is way above my pay grade. And no, you don’t get to drink, because you’d probably do something rude like throw the glass at me. Don’t worry. Nothing’s going to happen to you or daddy dearest so long as you keep your pretty little cocksucking lips shut and let me do what I need to do. You know what this body’s capable of. I can find you any time, anywhere. I’ll know. So let’s just save us all the trouble, hm?”
She bit her lower lip, shaking her head. “Why would I throw the glass at you? I’ve seen him fight on the video, I’m sure you’re better at it anyway. There’s a certain amount of fucked up you have to be to fight well.” Flattery couldn’t hurt, or so she hoped. She was crying, but she wasn’t sobbing; silent tears flowed down her cheeks even though she appeared overtly calm. “So you’re going to let me go home?”
“Eventually,” Samandriel answered. “First, I’m going to decide just how much I want to ruin your relationship with him.” His eyes went back to their normal blue while he watched her. “You never should have trusted him with the devil after all. What did you think was going to happen?”
“I thought he’d protect him. At least the Devil’s loyal.” Abigail bit her lower lip, wishing this monster would just do whatever it was going to do to her so she could retreat to the cold comfort of being passed out. She remembered that much from her dreams; bleeding out on the floor had been oddly kind compared to the rest of her life.
“Is he? Do you think the Devil got kicked out of heaven for loyalty or betrayal?” Samandriel crossed his legs. “Your little angel doesn’t need protecting. Or, well, he didn’t. He never needed you to do all the things you’ve done for him.” He leaned back. “Tell me, Abigail, of all the horrors I can visit on you, which would you prefer?”
“Loyalty. He loved God better than anything, and since he refused to acknowledge humans as near-equals, since he called God out on his hypocrisy, he got punished for it.” She wished she could drum her fingers or something; being held on such a tight leash was maddening. She didn’t get how Samandriel could be this submissive.
Abigail didn’t have to think for longer than a quarter-second to his question before replying. “Hit me. Don’t touch me sexually, but ... I can take it if you want to kill me.” That, she was used to.
“Please,” Samandriel said, snorting. “Like I would waste my time with Elektra 2.0.” He got up and walked towards her. “How about we play with your nightmares, hm? I could give you someone else’s for a while.”
She wished she could shake her head. “No. I want mine, I deserve them.” She knew that he was just going to do whatever the hell he wanted anyway. “Just do whatever you’re going to do and stop dragging this shit out.”
“No, you deserve far worse than you’re getting.” Two fingers pressed lightly in the middle of her forehead. “You think your dream life is hell, how about you remember the real thing?” He stood. “Now remember, you pretty little bitch, you say nothing to no one about our little chat. Let me have my fun and I’ll let you have your little twink back.”
“What’ll you do if I do tell? What’s stopping me?” Abigail couldn’t help but tempt fate. Besides, she really needed to know; she wouldn’t want to hurt anyone accidentally.
“How much do you want me to ruin him? How much of Samandriel do you want to see in the news? And more importantly, how many pieces do you think I’m capable of scattering the world’s most ineffective therapist in?”
As soon as he threatened Hannibal, Abigail’s tears flowed anew. “I won’t tell anyone,” she murmured, barely audible. “Just don’t hurt Daddy. Please.” Anyone but him. It hurt that she put Samandriel just below Hannibal, but if she had to pick, she’d choose her father-lover every single time.
The fallen angel smirked. “I’ll make sure your little boy toy knows exactly how much you wouldn’t do for him.” He gestured vaguely. “Go home.” And with that, he sent her right back to her room. He didn’t have time for this shit.