My updates haven`t been that frequent have they o.o well sorry about that, been getting distracted, but don`t you worry my beloved readers, I`ll do my best to get updates out asap. Anyways as always, please, please, please review if you haven`t already. Because I`m not kidding when I say that the amount of reviews I get practically controls how quickly I update x3 reviews are encouraging...
This is going to be a pretty chill chapter X3...
Disclaimer: I don`t own supernatural :c I cry every time
Enjoy my darlings C:
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Lucifer C:
It`s funny how things can change so drastically. For a few moments I was so close to full power, and then I was back to the beginning. For a few moments I was unchallengeable, and now everyone`s trying to take me down. For most my life I was alone, and now I`m not. At least changes aren`t always bad.
"Oh good you`re here!" Ella said as she walked into the room.
Yup, I was still here, didn`t really have anywhere to go.
"You won`t believe what I found in town." she handed me a pamphlet, and curiously I looked over it. The words: Lebanon Royal Ball were written on the top, followed by a photo of a couple in old fashioned dresses and an address. I glanced back at her and blinked, what`s this supposed to mean?
"I don`t get it." I muttered bluntly.
"There`s some sort of royal ball event thing this weekend." she explained "Thought it`d be fun to go... normal couples are supposed to do stuff like this."
"Hate to break it to you." I replied "But we`re not really a normal couple."
"Point is." she rolled her eyes "It`ll be fun and something to do, so come on... please?"
She was giving me those puppy dog eyes again...
"Fine..."
"Awesome!" she grinned rather wickedly before turning back to the door "Well, I've got some serious shopping to do now."
Humans...
Quinn
I think god must really like me, considering I just got a text from Sam and Dean saying they`ll be a day behind because of bad weather. Now I still had time to figure out how to break this to them. Speaking of which, I noticed Ella heading towards the door. Curiously I walked over and managed a smile.
"Where you headed?"
"None of your business really." she replied a little coldly.
She was still mad...
"Ella come on please." I sighed "Don`t be so cold, I`m sorry, you know I am."
"Well." she rolled her eyes "If you must know, I`m going to go buy a dress, there`s this ball in town."
"I`ve heard of that." I noted "Can I come with?"
"Why?" she glanced at me "Are you going to attend?"
"Me?" I scoffed "At a ball? In a dress? I can see a million issues with that."
"Remember that dance last year." she smirked a little "Allen said you looked sexy in that dress and you sucker punched him."
"How could I forget?" I chuckled lightly and for a moment the atmosphere seemed normal again.
"Alright..." Ella sighed again "Let`s make a deal. I don`t think I can be mad at you forever, but you really did hurt me Quinn, if you want things to be good again then you need to suffer too."
I gulped a little.
"To make things even." Ella`s tone was dark "You`ll have to go to the ball, wear a fancy dress and take a date."
"Just kill me now." I groaned and she smiled a little again.
"Your choice." she managed before opening the door and heading out.
"Wait up!" I called, chasing after her "Fine, I`ll do it! I`ll do it!"
"Thought so."
Ella
Quinn and I had taken a break from the shopping and were currently chilling in a cafe when I went through my bags.
"You sure I shouldn`t have taken the purple dress?" I asked hesitantly as I glanced at the green one in my bag.
"Absolutely." she nodded "That one was way too skimpy."
"That way it`d be easier to impress." I muttered "The greens going to be harder to pull off."
"I thought you`d like the challenge."
"Speaking of challenges." I turned my attention to her "Who are you going to ask to the dance?"
"Firstly this is so stupid." she sighed "Secondly, I have no idea. Dean and Sam aren`t going to be able to get back in time for it so..."
"You could always call up Crowley." I teased "Speaking of him, does he know Lucifer's alive? Or does he still think he`s dead..."
"I don`t really know." Quinn shrugged "I think he thinks he`s dead. We haven`t told him otherwise."
"Well then he`ll be in for a rude awakening..."
"I guess, but anyways, onto more important things: like who the hell am I going to take?"
"How about Castiel?" I suggested.
"No way!" she replied a little too quickly "Me and Cas... that could never happen. Besides, what about Destiel?"
"Honestly I doubt Dean would ever be able to give up girls." I rolled my eyes "But relax, you can take Castiel as a friend, it`s no big deal. Besides, you don`t really have any other options, unless you`re actually willing to take Crowley."
"Oh hell no." she grumbled "I`ll take Castiel over Crowley any day."
"Glad that`s settled." I smirked again.
"So I`m guessing you`re taking Lucifer?"
"Nah, I was thinking Michael."
"You`re kidding right?"
"Of course."
Finally the waitress came in with our orders, with a brief smile she handed us both an iced coffee.
"How`s that been going anyways?" Quinn leaned in now "Dating the devil that is?"
"Well..." I blushed a little.
"Bet he`s great in the bedroom." she teased.
"Yup." I nodded.
"Wait..." her eyes widened slightly "I was just kidding... did you actually... did you two have... oh my freaking lord Jesus."
"Such language." I noted sarcastically but her expression didn`t waver.
"Do you mean to tell me that you actually had sex with Satan?"
"It sounds crazy if you say it like that." I muttered, trying to hide my embarrassment.
"That`s because it is crazy." her eyes were still wide "Wow just wow... I feel like I need to bathe you in holy water."
"Oh come on." I rolled my eyes "It isn`t a big deal."
"I beg to freaking differ." she leaned in on the table "I`m kind of curious now... so what was it like?"
"We are so not having this conversation." I muttered.
"At least give me something? Was he good?"
"Look Quinn." I sighed in defeat "He`s the devil, creator of lust and probably as experienced as you can get. What do you think it was like?"
"That good huh?" she finally smirked.
"You have no idea." I matched her smile.
Lucifer C:
Patience is one of my strong suits, I don`t mind waiting, yes I get bored pretty easily, but I can wait when it`s worth it. Despite that, I`m only patient when absolutely necessary. Technically I had a few of my powers back, not enough for anything too big, but plenty to put a little demon in his place. And when I say little demon, I'm referring to a traitorous British king of hell. Well he won`t be king of anything for long. With Ella gone, I finally could take the time to pay him a visit.
It would probably be best to wait for all my powers, but it wasn`t necessary and as I said; I`m only patient when absolutely necessary. Besides I already knew exactly what I planned on doing to him. Killing him would be to quick, to easy, to merciful. Torturing him would be too simple, to direct, to obvious. But what I had in mind, well that`d be worse than hell. It was after all; the worst thing possible for me.
With a simple thought I was in my office, well my old office... which was Crowley's old office before it became my own... but now it was his again... basically I`m in his/my office? It seemed to be back to its usual interior, no bean bags, posters, or fluffy blue carpets. I kind of missed it, I`ll definitely have to change it back once Crowley`s taken care of. Speaking of the little demon, he was comfortably seated in his office chair ranting on about some sort of tablet on his phone.
As soon as he saw me, he frowned, sighed then spoke into the phone: "Let me call you back."
With those words, he ended the call, placed the phone on the desk and looked at me rather innocently.
"You`re alive!" he muttered, fake enthusiasm coating his voice "Give me a second to grab the infant blood and virgins, then we can celebrate."
I raised an eyebrow, as good as that sounded, Crowley knew very well why I was here.
"You know..." he still looked at me innocently as he spoke "When I heard the Winchester had you killed, I was very hesitant to take back the throne. I mean, I highly doubted they could possibly take you down, but someone had to be in charge until you got back. And to be frank, no one really has the pizzazz I possess."
"Crowley." I spoke calmly "Do I look like a fool to you? Don`t play dumb, I know what you did to have me killed, and to be frank I`m not amused."
"Well..." he sighed "Bollocks."
Now; I was amused, smirking to myself I took a simple step forward and he backed up in his chair. This was going to be fun.
"It would be impolite to not allow me a final wish before my death?" he asked cheekily.
"Who said anything about death?" I mused and he blinked at me.
"Torture?"
"Thought I`d get a little creative." I stated coldly and he gulped.
"You want to know what my personal nightmare is?" I continued, walking closer towards his desk as he shrunk in his chair "Being the... devil, people presume I`m the one spreading all the fear, but there are things that I too fear. But don`t get curious, you`ll find out firsthand what true torment is."
"Lucifer I..."
"Silence." I ordered coldly and he didn`t say a word "I can feel you trying to zap away, you know it`s pointless don`t you? You can`t really escape."
"I don`t mean to insult but... don`t you think this is a little overactive? I mean it isn`t the first time I`ve tried to kill you? What happened to that good sportsmanship."
"True." I shrugged "Everyone`s always trying to kill me, I get used to it to be honest, and usually a brief death would be punishment enough for those who try. But the reason for your punishment isn`t because you tried to kill me, it`s because you involved something I cared about."
"Don`t tell me this is about that petty little-"
"Crowley..." my voice was a dark growl now "If you dare finish that sentence..."
Once again he gulped, then quietly managed: "And what, pray tell is my punishment?"
"A few centuries in a cage I`m very familiar with." I smirked.
"Your cage..." his eyes widened a little "You`re going to throw me into your cage...?"
"Trust me, it's not just a little lonely prison cell. There`s definite hell down there, you`ll see soon enough. Have fun."
"Wait I-"
Before he could finish I snapped my fingers and he was gone; locked into the cage which had held me for centuries. Locked in the cage which tormented me for centuries. Poor guy... oh well.
Quinn
What`s the most important thing to me: my friend or my dignity? Well never in my life had I thought so hard about those two things. Option one: pray to Castiel, ask him to the ball, mortally embarrass myself but mend my bridge with Ella. Option two: not go to the ball with Castiel, be safe and comfortable without my dignity on the line but never have Ellas forgiveness.
Well, I knew what the right choice was.
"Cas, if you`re listening, could you get your ass down here?" I muttered half heartedly as I leaned against my bed. I was currently in my own room in the bunker, me and Ella had returned from our little shopping spree. She was in her room getting her new stuff organized into her closet, and I was supposed to do the same, but I was a little too busy stressing over my 'date'.
"Quinn." with a fluttering noise Castiel appeared in front of me, his eyebrows furrowed and his face a grimace "What is wrong?"
"Does something have to be wrong for me to summon you?" I decided to start the conversation lightly.
"Yes." he replied bluntly.
"Well." I chuckled slightly "I need a favour as a friend... we are friends right?"
"I think so." he answered unsurely. Wow Cas, thanks for the confidence boost.
"Anyways." I decided to get onto the hard part "There`s this stupid royal ball thing happening on the weekend, and I kind of have to go with Ella. But I need a..." I couldn`t finish the sentence, I couldn`t say date.
"Companion?" Castiel offered.
Yes!
"Yeah, exactly." I smiled, relieved I didn`t have to say date "Just a friendly companion, so would you care to be that companion?"
"I don`t know if I`m suitable." Castiels eyebrows furrowed again "I am an angel of the lord, I feel that my time should be spent doing more important things."
"But this is important." I blurted "I really need this Cas, if I don`t show up with someone to that dance, then Ella`s never going to talk to me again. Please?"
"I-"
"Please!"
"I`ll try." he sighed "Michael has been running a tight shift in heaven, with him back no one is daring to start any conflict. In a sense it is rather peaceful, but I doubt his intentions are pure. Regardless, if I have time I shall... accompany you to this ball."
"Thanks Cas, you`re a life saver." I smiled at last.
"Well I suppose I have saved a few lives..." his gaze wandered away as his expression became lost in thought. There you have it folks: classic Castiel. I think I`m getting used to him.
"Oh and Cas." I remembered something.
"Yes?" he glanced back at me.
"Don`t wear the trench coat."
He looked offended.
"I mean." I rephrased "It`s a really fancy occasion, so you know... dress up really nicely? Wear a suit? Tuxedo? I don`t know, go crazy, but not too crazy. Something formal but elegant. Understand?"
"No." he blinked at me.
"It`s going to be a long day." I muttered to myself but couldn`t help but smile as I glanced at his expression. He was so innocently adorable, I think I might just enjoy taking him to the ball.
Ella
"You did what with Crowley?!" I stared at him in disbelief as he explained for the sixth time how he locked the British king of hell in his old cage.
"I thought you`d be pleased?" he folded his arms and frowned.
"Look, Crowley`s going to be Crowley." I replied "But I forgive him, so just let him out."
"Why so defensive towards him?" his posture became more rigid.
"Because." I decided I might as well be honest "In the show Crowley`s supposed to be very much alive and well. And frankly me and Quinn have really messed things up by showing up here, the last thing we need is to accidently kill the Winchesters because we messed with the plot of things. Just let him out, he needs to do some important stuff still..." I recalled the demon trials, the Gadreel incident, the mark of Cain. The Winchesters were going to need Crowley for that and I didn`t want to mess things up further.
"But..." he groaned.
"No buts." I snapped "Let him out."
"At least let him suffer for a week or two?" he grumbled.
"A week at max." I replied.
"And here I was thinking you`d be pleased." he sighed "Humans..."
"Well, did you at least get your office back?" I decided a subject change was in order.
"Yup." his eyes lit up a little "Though Crowley did change the interior you worked so hard on."
"Damn that well-dressed demon." I cursed under my breath "No worries though, there`s a bean bag sale at IKEA."
"Of course there is..."
