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winchester, sam. (ex_demonbloo908) wrote in wariscoming,
@ 2010-11-13 00:43:00

Entry tags:

faith lehane, samcifer

WHO: Lucifer & Faith
WHAT: DOOOOM!
WHEN: Late afternoon.
WHERE: Off on whatever path Faith is trekking along after her escape.
RATING: PG-13.

Having eyes and ears nearly everywhere, whether his opposition was aware or not, had it's advantages. It had taken little time for Lucifer to discover that an angered presence had escaped from the Winchester camp. While his sources weren't very specific (how could they be when the only one on the inside was Ruby?) on what had happened to the woman on the inside, they had insisted that it must have been something interesting, which was more than enough to draw in Lucifer's attention. Normally, subjects of interest would be fed to one of his lackeys. Someone with an eye for picking people out and getting information out of them, like Brady. This time, however, Lucifer chose to go at the situation with a more personal touch. It felt personal; Dean Winchester was involved. Knowing that the man was gunning for his death by seeking out the Colt made Lucifer even more curious, which in turn made him feel as though he needed to get his hands on every bit of information in regards to the man's activity as he could manage.

It was considered a personal form of entertainment, really. Lucifer knew that Dean couldn't stop him. He also knew that the man couldn't kill him, no matter how many times he vowed that he would. There was little in this world that could accomplish the task, none of which remained on this planet or cared enough to try. His interest in Dean was purely for his own fun, which was why Lucifer was so invested in it.

That meant that, for now, he was also invested in Faith. It was very easy to find her. She wasn't protected, so all Lucifer had to do was feel her out. A second later, he was standing on the path ahead of her, white suit bright against their dark surroundings. His wings seared through the air, glass shattering violently throughout the various windows of the buildings that were scattered along the street from the sheer force of his presence. Lucifer had to dim it down some, if only for the sake of the human.

"I see you've made it out in one piece," Lucifer commented, wings vanishing into thin air. He looked calm, in spite of how intimidating he truly was. It was a simple approach. One that Lucifer found worked well when he was interacting with the humans.

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slayersocialwrk
2010-11-13 10:24 pm UTC (link)

Ever since tearing through the fence that had surrounded the camp where Dean and Ruby had taken her, Faith had wandered aimlessly, killing anything and anyone that got in her way - which was good, because those were Croats. Somewhere along the way, she had ceased caring about the cold, or the blood that caked her skin and drew the Croats to her. Her wounds had finally closed off, the blood-soaked bandages having fallen off somewhere along the way. She didn't know where she was going, and she didn't give damn, either. Survival was the one thing on her mind, now.

It took a moment for her to realize someone stood in front of her. It was the contrast in color that did it. He wore white, and it was so bright that it nearly hurt her eyes. The Slayer kept walking even as shards of glass rained down onto the ground on either side of the street she was on, and she didn't notice until a piece from a turned over car spun out, catching her cheek and leaving a small, neat slice. Ignoring the new cut, she didn't stop until she was almost in danger of walking into him, and after a moment her eyes cleared slightly.

She blinked, confused, as she tried to comprehend just what was happening.

"Sam?"

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ex_demonbloo908
2010-11-14 01:20 am UTC (link)

She was injured. Tired. Confused. Lucifer tilted his head to the side, examining the human closely. Perhaps force wasn't necessarily the appropriate approach with this one. He had originally intended on dragging her off and forcing the information out of her, but as Ruby told it, Dean had already attempted to get his answers that way. Violence may not have been the answer here. As tempting as it was for Lucifer to drag the Slayer off and tear her apart in ways that even the things Dean Winchester had learned from Alistair couldn't begin to rival, Lucifer knew that sometimes a more gentle hand was necessary. So, when Faith approached him, Lucifer knit his brows together sympathetically and shook his head.

"Only in part," Lucifer replied. "Sam Winchester is my vessel. He is here, yet he is not in control." Lucifer met Faith's gaze. "You're tired. Hurt. Hungry, too, I imagine?"

Lucifer didn't blink. Their surroundings changed, completely without warning. Faith probably wouldn't have processed the shift in their environment until it was too late. The dark, chaotic ruins of the street that they had formerly occupied turned into a large, luxurious looking room, made up of silver, white, and gold. It was very fancy, looking for all the world like a hotel suite that the Queen of England herself would have been pleased to settle into. King sized bed, full bar, a large wide-screen television set that was likely one of the few left that still had access to unlimited cable that didn't even exist anymore (Lucifer simply had made it that way, for Faith's personal enjoyment), and a table set with so much food that one would have assumed a family was getting ready to sit down for Thanksgiving dinner.

It was all for her. All part of the plan. Lucifer, after all, know how to please his subjects. It was part of why he was so successful at what he did.

"You should relax. Eat. Bathe, even. Would you like me to heal you?"

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slayersocialwrk
2010-11-17 07:15 pm UTC (link)

His words barely registered in her mind as she met his gaze, then shrugged, not really caring. Did it even matter anymore if he was Sam? Probably better if he wasn’t, because Sam had been the one who had messed with her before. And now his brother, Dean, he had ruined her further. ”You’re tired. Hurt. Hungry, too, I imagine?” Faith nodded faintly, swaying a little when a breeze swept through – a part of her wishing the breeze would take her with it. When the world suddenly changed, the Slayer tensed for a moment, chocolate eyes darting around as she tried to take it all in, searching for any threat that might exist. After a moment, as she realized just what she was looking at, she slowly relaxed again. Her body instinctively turned towards the food as the scent caused her stomach to grumble a little. Then he spoke again, and she remembered she wasn’t alone.

”You should relax. Eat. Bathe, even. Would you like me to heal you?” Her head turned again and she studied him for a moment, then slowly nodded. “Yeah….” Any other words were beyond her at the moment. Her thoughts were filled with pain and anger, and mixed with confusion and the desire to be taken care of. It wasn’t something she was used to feeling, but at the moment, she felt so lost in her own mind that she honestly would have done anything for just one bite of the food on that table, or five minutes on the bed.

“This…it’s for me?”

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ex_demonbloo908
2010-11-22 03:03 am UTC (link)

At her word, Lucifer snapped his fingers. Torn skin immediately knitted itself together, bruises began to fade, and all signs of Faith having been beaten and tortured vanished into thin air. She looked perfectly healthy, outside of the obvious starvation and exhaustion. Lucifer would see to it that she was taken care of on both parts, however. "Yes," Lucifer commented, turning to look at the meal set out for her when he was finished looking her over. "It's for you. You're welcome to everything inside this room, Faith. I created it for you and you alone."

In a world like this one, where food and comfort were hard to come by, Lucifer knew that it was a very grand gesture. Even those with the strongest of will would be tempted to give in to whatever Lucifer would have offered them in exchange for all that he presented them with now. Given Faith's most recent exposure to Dean Winchester though, Lucifer was fairly certain that the woman wouldn't need much prodding. The man had made an enemy out of her without thinking. Such a terrible decision, that was. Didn't he realize that she had her uses? She was nowhere near as powerful as he was, personally, but she could get things done effectively enough, if pushed and instructed the right way. Lucifer could see it and the thought almost brought a faint smile to his cold lips. "I only ask that, in return, you tell me all that you saw and heard while you were captured by Dean Winchester." Lucifer tilted his head to the side and looked Faith over carefully. "Do you think you can do that for me?"

He didn't see any reason for her to do anything but give him what he wanted. Dean had treated her poorly. Lucifer was treating her like royalty. All things considered, Lucifer found it amusing that he was the one going at all of this civilly. Humans turning on each other. Nothing new in his book.

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