Abraxas: you’re not special. We threw a dart at a phonebook.
[ten years earlier]
Abraxas: Okay lord Lucifer. You are free but you need a vessel until Sam says yes to you. How should we-
Lucifer: Nick Vaught.
Abraxas: What?
Lucifer: Nick Vaught. Did I stutter? Now go tell him of the glorious purpose he’s been chosen for.
Abraxas: who is he?
Lucifer: my chosen vessel.
Abraxas: Why him? We have plenty of candidates-
Lucifer: I want Nick Vaught. Don’t worry, I am confident he’ll say yes. You needn’t do anything.
Abraxas: …I’m just going to throw a dart a a phonebook.
Lucifer: You can do that. As long as the dart lands on Nick.
Abraxas: ???













