Lucifer
My hell is lonely.
It's not having anyone to bring a smile to, to bring laughter to, to bring pain to when they deserve it.
I am useless.
I am unneeded, unwanted, unloved.
I am bored.
I become dormant, a shell, with no purpose in this world or any other.
And it only fuels my rage.
My hell is love.
It's having my brothers and sisters adore me again.
It's having my father's favor again.
It's having power again.
I suppose I sound like my vessel now.
There's a reason why before I was Satan, before I was Lucifer…
My name was Samael.
AN: I was totally planning on writing Cas, but Lucifer wouldn't leave me alone! And no, I did not make up the Samael part!