Some crack for calbrinaz after I shared my Caliban headcanon. Ever wonder why Caliban's shirts never have buttons?
Caliban was on the Beach of the Damned. He usually enjoyed to spend his mornings here. He could smell the fresh salt air and feel the sand underneath his toe. The best was he could still hear the wailing of the souls. Their tortured cries and moans sated something demonic and infernal within him.
There was a shift in the air and he could feel a portal ripping open the fabric of Hell. There was something more than that. He felt power, divine power. It was similar to what Lucifer Morningstar had. Still it was not quite the same, duller yet unmistakably celestial.
Caliban watched as four mortals fell into the water and washed up on the shore. One of them was a cute girl with blond curls. He froze in his tracks to greet them. He had to admit it was curious, mortals in Hell – live ones at that. But the girl was the source of the celestial power. She must be Lucifer's daughter. Caliban had heard of her. He planned to take the throne from Lilith and kill the Morningstar if need be however, he had not known she would be this stunning.
A better plan occurred to him then. Take out Lilith, seduce the girl and rule Hell together. They would have an eternity of carnal pleasure with each other. He felt certain of it.
Caliban ducked behind the sand castle he had been building. He surveyed his appearance and frowned. His leather pants were fine however, why had he worn such a large unflattering shirt? There was no way he would seduce her if she saw him like this. He looked like a mortal pirate.
Quickly Caliban mussed up his hair. He ripped his shirt open. The fabric tore easily and hung along his side, revealing his abs.
Caliban stepped out from behind the sand castle. He ran his fingers through his hair and eyed the bedraggled mortals with an amused smile. When he saw the fury and annoyance on the Morningstar's face, he knew this would be fun.
Torture of the sweetest kind.