AN: This is not to be taken seriously: Lucifer doesn't actually show up, he's just mentioned.
The lights flashed around me, blinding me for a moment. Girls all around you scream with anticipation. He comes out and you see him, all 5 and a half feet of him. His hair is spiked , but a muster yellow studded hat rests atop his glorious mane (though not as glorious as Jared Padalecki's, he has a long way to go). You walk shakily up to him, nerves twisting. One of the perks of camping out for hours on end at the front of the line.
"Hey what's up?" Justin raised his hand in a lazy wave, "interesting shirt you got there."
You look down at your shirt and tilt your head. It's black with white lettering saying, "I may be on the side of the angels, but don't think for one moment I am one". Nothing peculiar about that, just the obvious Sherlock reference.
Your expression hardens, you take a step forward, standing next to the biebs (capitals unnecessary). Standing up tall, you realize, though Justin isn't the tallest himself, he still have four inches on you. Smiling faux-sweetly, you mumble a thank you and you tell a little white lie, "Hi there, I don't exactly want a picture, but I would like to say something to you, something that desperately needs saying," you pause, looking at his reaction, then continue, "I would like to say that you, Justin Bieber have a dark and blackened soul that not even Jesus Christ can save now. When George Waters treated his fans horribly, he took a step back and stopped. He thought for a moment before releasing The Wall, one of the most influential snit-bullying albums of all time."
Justin opens his mouth, "What does that have to do with anything?"
You continue: "I'm getting there. When you spat on your fans, you laughed. What I'm trying to say is you are a truly bad person. I'm not saying you need to die, but I need to make a call. And I pray to God it goes through."
You hold up a ceremony dagger and slice it across his throat, then catching the blood with an ancient bowl carved with strange symbols and runes. You release him and he crumbles to the ground. All the girls are silent, in shock, the security guards are held off by your comrades who have agreed to help. You take your dagger and cut his heart out. Holding the small, cold and shriveled organ in your hand, you can't help but feel a little disappointed. You had expected the thing to be tinted black. You shrug and swirl the collected blood around in the bowl. You mutter a chant and the ground rumbles, opening up for you. You cackle an evil laugh as your fellow cult members jump into the opening to the pit. You waiting until your turn to look at the still stunned crowd of teenaged girls before you jump into the dark pits of Hell.
Yes, you just sacrificed Justin Bieber to the Dark Lord Satan
AN: Now back to your regular scheduled Fanfics already in progress
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