War Is Coming Communications.

I did exactly as you asked. I'm over 100 souls by ten or twenty.

Will you free Caroline, now?

We should talk about Ruby.

Seems to me that someone should have heeded advice. Its just so sad especially with a little one on the way.

[Father]
It is done, Father. We have one of those who does not belong.

Boohoo, the ex-prophet is dead.

See what happens when you put your faith in someone who won't answer your prayers?


[Lucifer]
It seems Ruby was keeping a secret from us.

Chuck's dead.



I need guns, knives, and grenades. Now.

Jo, will you marry me?

[Filtered to Good Guys]

I'm just gonna put it out there. Can people please stop being sassy at Lucifer. I know. I get it, he doesn't come out and talk often and we all hate him. We all have reason. Maybe especially me. It might look like my husband, like someone you could see yourself managing to beat somehow. But that's Lucifer.

So talking to him like you're not afraid. It gets people killed, it got some of you killed already once.

Just respect what he is, while we work out how the son of a bitch can be killed, okay? hypocrite hypocrite. In fact it should go without saying that talking to him in general is dangerous. He doesn't lie, and that's sometimes the scariest thing about him.

[Lucifer]

Faith doesn't know how she got here, she doesn't remember dying, none of it. Dean got everything she knew. He really was Al's star pupil.

Give me Sam. You promised. I'll be free whenever you choose.

[Father (Lucifer)]
Its done. More holdouts dead and the blood in the streets. They tried to outrun my hounds. Its sad really, that they still think they have a chance. It was beautiful. A mother tried begging for her child's life. Touching really. You think they'd realize by now when the demons come to play we leave no stone unturned.
[/Lucifer]

I tried to be nice, but running from my hounds just makes them excited. Better to wait for the kill. Its more... humane.

(Ooc: Just a reminder. Meg has taken up residence in Cissie's body.)

I want to talk to you about my Deal.

I want to make a deal with you.

I'm noticing an interesting pattern in all of you who have arrived here from the past.

You've been killed. In some way, shape, or form, death has found you. You'll notice that the future versions of yourselves aren't present at this time because they've passed away. I know that it's upsetting information to process, but it's true.

You're all dead.

I'll be making clinical rounds for your sick and dying. Despite how much I hate clinic. I'm trying to keep you all living. This is the part where there's a parade in my honor, or at least a harem.

[Lucifer]
I want a harem. You should make this happen.

What's I can't

This place looks like Raccoon City's outbreak, but ten times worse. And I know it's not just another nightmare.

How did this happen?

Okay, this is seriously wack. This is the second time in a week that I've waken up/ended up somewhere weird.

Why am I in the woods? Is this some kind of prank people pull on the new guy? Because I really wish you guys had let me grab a hoodie or something.

It's cold.

This will certainly make things interesting around here again.

It seems the virus dulls their response time for most stimuli. Its getting dull though, test after test. I didn't break through just to sit around.

So I've expanded my teritory, went a little bit scorched earth about it. The pyres do stink awfully. Sorry Lucifer but you know how these things are, nothing you'd miss I hope.

Good job inviting the walking dead back to your camp Booth, really. Didn't want to maybe make sure they weren't His? Did you even check before assuming you had your drinking buddy back. Must be nice. Anyway, some of us aren't being lax. I want a full rundown on the last mission out. Mary?

We can't afford to get lazy people.

[Lucifer]

Did you bring people back?

...Can I... Do you need me to come to you today?