Oct 17, 2018
I can't believe people think Gabriel is dead... looks alive to me..
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I can't believe people think Gabriel is dead... looks alive to me..
I can't believe people think Gabriel is dead... looks alive to me..
With Love, From Hell <3 Chapter Five: Jail Birds
The rattle of his chains rang out in the dark as he tried to move his wings even slightly. How long had he been chained up like this? Naked, used and bloodied, the archangel shivered in pain and exhaustion. Gabriel was chained by the arms, legs, wings and his neck. He wanted to know how he had gotten there. Why?
He could hear him pacing on the other side of the room, he wanted to call out to him but he knew Michael wouldn’t speak to him. The only one who bothered talking to him was the other brother, the morning star. Lucifer.
Last time Lucifer had bothered with him, he told him Daddy threw him in there with the two of them for his actions, hiding away for too long and impersonating a norse god. Daddy said the real Loki wasn't too thrilled about it either. Now there were three Archangels in the cage. Their own little box of chaos and insanity.
“Luci…” Gabriel’s voice was weak and raspy from the endless torture and screaming. “Let me down… please?”
All that could be heard from across the room was a small chuckle. “Now, why would I do that, ‘brother’?”
“Haven’t you had enough of me?” Gabriel could barely breathe, “At least unchain my wings… They’re throbbing..” He couldn't see them, but his wings were bleeding all over the floor from the heavy chains digging into his skin and his struggling didn't help anything. “Michael…?”
Michael sighed and moved to a farther spot, “You did this to yourself, Gabriel. You were foolish.”
Lucifer got up from his seat in the corner. “What, are you ready for round 1,3498 of ‘How loudly can I make the trickster scream’?” Lucifer grinned at him, playing with a knife in his hand. “Don’t you get it? Even your other brother agrees that you did this to yourself. Which, makes you my new favorite toy, since apparently I didn’t kill you in the first place, and I don’t have little Sammy Winchester anymore since Death yanked his soul out.” He drew the knife across Gabriel’s bicep, cutting deep.
Gabriel gritted his teeth, groaning deeply in pain. “I had every reason to run away and hide after the bullshit the two of you pulled… I wanted nothing to do with it.” He tensed up feeling the blood flow down his arm. “We have been over this a hundred times, Luci… Just stop this.”
Lucifer tapped his chin. “You know, that’s such a convincing argument, Gabe! I might just do that!” He paused a second. “Oh wait, I really don’t give a fuck!” He drew the knife across Gabriel’s chest deeply, causing blood to gush from him.
Gabe gritted his teeth, throwing his head back. He was sick of screaming and crying. His body shook in pain. “You… can’t tell me you don’t give a fuck, Luci… I know you…” Gabriel wished he could see his brother. He tensed his wings and shut his eyes, they were pulsing in pain. “Don't you remember when we were young? We used to play together… You would take care of me when Dad couldn't. Those nights flying over the world together… Watching Dad’s little pets together and laughing at how dumb they were?”
Lucifer’s smile faded. “Yeah, and then everything changed when the fire nation attacked. That was then, and this is now. We’re all stuck in this stupid -pit-, and I’m boooooooored.” He leaned in, and whispered into Gabriel’s ear. “So entertain me, little brother.” He jabbed the knife into Gabriel’s leg sharply.
Gabriel cried out this time, his wings reacted to the pain and attempting to flail in their chains, causing him greater pain that ran through his entire body. “Remember when we used to help Dad create all those silly creatures down there?” Gabe wheezed, his teeth chattering, “Or… the pranks we used to pull together on Michael and Raph? We used to have so much fun together, Luci, you can’t tell me that doesn’t still mean something to you…”
Lucifer snorted shortly. “Yeah...you made that wacky duck beaver thing; Dad didn’t know what to do with it. He put it in Australia with my camel spiders and drop bears….I’m surprised it lasted so long.” He paused. Then he drew the knife in a slow, agonizing arch over Gabriel’s forehead. “But you know what, Simba? That doesn’t change the fact that you’re my bitch in here.”
A tear ran down Gabriel’s cheek, mixing with the flow of blood trickling from his forehead. “Lucifer…You used to tell me you loved me… That doesn’t go away…”
“Oh, I do, little brother. I did. You have no -idea- how much it hurt, when I thought I’d killed you for good, that last time. So I’m punishing you. Making you feel, what I felt, when you wouldn’t listen.” He jabbed the blade into Gabriel’s other thigh, and twisted the blade in a circle as he drew it out. Then he paused. “Then again...I could just mentally torture you along with physical torture...the worst pain you’ll ever know….Whatddya say, Bro? Wanna play that game as well, to pass the time?”
Gabriel panted as he looked up at Lucifer, his head hanging slightly. “What more can you possibly say or do to me to break me farther, Lucifer?”
Lucifer smiled. “All I have to say is one word, little brother. You wanna hear it?” He twirled the knife in his hand. “It’ll be so fun...well, at least for me, it will be.”
Gabe sighed, still shaking in his chains. He slowly raised a brow, staring up at his brother, barely able to see him in the darkness.
Lucifer grinned. “I need an answer, or I’ll continue with the knife. I know you’re thinking to yourself, ‘what can he say to make me hurt? How can anything hurt more than the knife?’ You’re weighing the risks…” He flipped the knife in the air, caught it, and stabbed him in the lower chest.
“Just say it, you dick!!” Gabriel hissed, rattling his chains as he lurched forward at Lucifer.
He grinned, smiling widely at his angered younger brother. “Tevy.”
Gabriel’s eyes widened and his heart stopped. “W-what? H-how do you know that name?”
Lucifer shrugged. “Sam might have snuck in some wifi while he was down here. I browsed Facebook, caught up on all the naughtys, you know, surfed the web. And I heard some buzz about….Tevy. That….little renagade angel who rebelled against Zach back after she was created.”
“What ‘buzz’, Lucifer?” he hissed, venom starting to drip in his tone.
Lucifer avoided his gaze pointedly, smiling as he played with the tip of his knife. “Well...who puts stock in rumor you know? It’s just...they say..that...she’s playing for the wrong team now.”
Gabriel’s heart was racing, “What do you mean the wrong team? What… What are you talking about?” Gabriel was growling at this point.
Lucifer grinned. “Well, from what I’ve heard, the self-proclaimed ‘King of Hell’, the squirt who took over when I was thrown in the cage again….from what I’ve heard, he’s taken quite the interest in her.” He flicked some blood from his blade, cleaning it scrupulously.
“Crowley?” Gabriel’s brow furrowed and the bridge of his nose scrunched up, “What has he done to her?” His chains rattled as his arms strained.
“Lucifer,” Michael sighed, “Don't.”
“No,” Gabriel barked, “Fucking tell me what he did to her, Lucifer!”
Lucifer raised an eyebrow in Michael’s direction. “Mikey, he’s begging me to. Why should I stop?” He winked at Gabriel.
“Because, he’s broken enough as it is,” Michael started, but was soon cut off by Gabriel.
“Shut up, Michael! I have to know now, you ass, just tell me!”
Grinning, Lucifer went and sat back down in his seat. “...Nah. I think I’ll let you stew for a little bit. Test the theory if curiosity really does kill the cat, you know?” He manifested a bag of popcorn and started to chow down, watching Gabriel struggle like a fly in a web.
Gabriel stared at his brother, wide eyed and frozen in his chains. “Lucifer…”
Michael shook his head and sighed, pacing again, unwilling to put himself in this bullshit.
“FUCK YOU, MORNING STAR!! TELL ME!!” Gabriel’s eyes flickered a dim golden light, his wings beating against the chains making them tear at his feathers, ripping his flesh.
Lucifer merely laughed. “See, Gabe? Mental torture is the way to go. You’re hurting yourself more this way than anything else I could do to you.” He popped a handful of popcorn into his mouth.
Gabriel’s eye twitched as he glared at his brother. Rage and pain festering inside of him. “LUCIFER!!!”
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Tevy sighed heavily as she stepped up to the curtains back stage. She was so confused and already exhausted. Crowley hadn't wanted to fuck her, he had her come over there to talk to him. She wasn't even sure about what after it had happened. She couldn't wait for her number to be over so she could sit at the bar and talk to Beth.
When she heard her cue, Tevy plastered a fake smile on her face and strutted out on the stage, making a beeline for the front pole and gripping it when she got there. Tevy spun herself around the metal rod, moving with the music, her torso moving like a snake, taunting the cheering pigs in front of the stage. She climbed up the pole and held herself up with her legs, letting go with her hands and bending backwards, turning upside down and facing the crowd. She opened her mouth, flickering her tongue and holding out her arms, beckoning more applause from the Demons.
Beth smiled as she chatted nonchalantly with the various demons that came up searching for refreshment. She had started pouring drinks like a pro after only that five minute reading session of the manual, and she had already started experimenting, mixing new drinks, taste-testing them before she would serve them. If they were good, she’d offer the new drink to the next comer to the bar. If not, she’d dump them, or find another alcohol to mix them with, see if she could make it better. She paused in mid-conversation with a particularly flirtatious demon, watching Tevy dance. “Wow. Who knew she could move that way?” She smiled in amazement and turned back to her conversation, realizing a second later that a question had been posed to her by the man. “I’m sorry, did you ask if I had a boyfriend?”
The male demon spoke in a slight Irish accent, “Tha’s right, do ya, sweet heart?” He eyed her up like meat as he sipped his drink.
She laughed lightly. “As a matter of fact, I do.” She poured another demon’s drink for them, and slid it down their way.
“Well,” The demon said, “He here?” He raised a brow, looking right in her eyes.
She frowned, slightly confused. “No, he’s not. He’s...kinda busy with other stuff right now.” She checked his drink. “Can I pour you another one?”
“No, but,” He grinned slyly, “I know something you can do for me, hot stuff.” The demon’s eyes went black as he began to reach for Beth. A hand gripped the demon’s arms and snatched it away. Crowley pushed the kid off his stool and smirked, “You leave this one alone, and I won’t snap your arm off, understood?” The young demon ran out the door in fear as Crowley took his spot.
Beth grimaced slightly. “Crowley, I was fine. I could’ve handled him.” She sighed. “What’ll you have? Brandy? Rum? Whiskey?” She pulled out a couple glasses and waited.
“Craig. The one in the bottle in the corner is mine. Aged at least 30 years.” he smirked as he looked into her eyes, a hint of seduction behind his own.
Beth saw the seduction, and rolled her eyes. “Coming right up, King.” She walked over, got the bottle and corresponding glass, and poured it, handing it to him when she was done. She tilted her head towards Tevy. “She’s quite the dancer. You picked a good one up top.”
Crowley laughed lightly and rubbed his face, trying to cover up the fact that he was blushing. “She is, indeed. She’s the best I got. I never miss her show either.” He looked at his glass and bit his lip slightly.
Beth laughed. “You’re in love with her, aren’t you?” She shook her head. “You’re totally head over heels for her, and you’re acting like a teenage boy!” She pulled out a shot glass and poured herself a shot of fireball and downed it straight, then looked him dead in the eyes. “So...what are you going to do about it?”
He looked up at her, slouching and covering his face behind his wrist, glass in hand. “Is it obvious?”
Beth smirked and leaned in close. “Blaringly.” She chuckled. “Honestly, I think it’s a bit adorable. Big bad ‘tough’ guy falling for the so called ‘good girl’, who underneath the angel get up is just a lover and a fighter at the same time. It’s almost poetic.” She grinned, but then the smile turned bittersweet and a bit rueful as she remembered how close it was to her own love life. She sighed softly and poured herself another shot, downing that one quickly too.
Crowley took a swig of his drink and shook his head. “I think thats why I treat her the way I do… I don't want it to be true… I never used to feel like…. anything!” He sighed, lifting the glass to his lips, “How do you live like this… with these… Feelings?” The word dripped from his lips like poison before he took another swig.
Beth smirked. “It’s hard. Why do you think humans have such a hard time dealing with them? We just...have a bit harder time doing it ourselves, being non-human. But you know...it’s not all bad. Feelings lend...a whole new dimension to life. To relationships. It’s beautiful in its own way...So, Crowley...if you love her so much...why do you beat her during and after you fuck her? If anything...I think that’s why she believes you don’t care.” She poured herself a half shot, feeling a bit buzzed. She drank it, and wiped her mouth. “Treat her more like an angel, and less like a sex slave, and maybe she’ll figure it out.”
“And then what?” he held his empty glass out, “She clearly doesn’t feel the same way… and I don't know what she tells you but she begs me for it when I ‘hurt’ her… Has she told you about the number shes done on me? She’s bit my neck so hard it bleeds at least once every session.”
“Oh, I’m sure. I would do the same in her position if I came out of each session with a swollen and bloodied up face. Crowley, she looked like she’d been in a barfight the last time she came out of a ‘session’ with you. I don’t see a fucking mark on you, bite or otherwise.” Beth’s voice hardened slightly, as she reached for the glass and refilled it. “Women don’t, and can’t respect a man who abuse them that way. And even if she begs for it during your ‘sessions’...how do you know she’s not just doing that cause she knows it gets your rocks off?” Beth broke off speaking to pour some drinks for some other demons that had walked up, and were wanting to order. Once she was done, she came back and leaned on her elbows. “Look. If you wanna win her heart, don’t treat her less than what she is. And that’s an angel. That’s all I can really say about that.” She went to turn away. “Afterall...how else do you think Lucifer won my heart?” She turned her back on Crowley and started wiping glasses.
As Beth turned away, Crowley’s eyes widened. Did she just say Lucifer? His eyes followed her from behind his glass. Lucifer?! His head almost exploded, flowing with feelings about how she had just flat out laid down the law about how he's been shitty to Tevy and then realizing he was talking to the love interest of the man whose throne he had taken over. His face suddenly turned white.
Beth watched his face in the bar’s mirror, still wiping one of the newly washed glasses. “Looks like I got through to him.” She turned around, a smile on her face. “So, King...can I top off your glass?”
He pushed his glass to her, “Keep ‘em coming, I’m gunna need it.” He stared into her eyes and squinted.
Beth returned his gaze with resolve, taking his glass and refiling it, and handing it back to him. “Have you even told her that you love her yet?”
“Am I supposed to?” He took his drink and downed it.
Beth sighed. “God, you really are naive. Yes, Crowley, if you love her, and really mean it, then women like to be told. Cause there’s a world of assholes out there that just take advantage of women. If you do, then tell her when she’s most likely to believe you. Which would be after you start actually treating her nice. You want her to be your ‘queen’? Treat her like it. And if you love her, first tell her with your actions. Because actions, are what give words their meaning.” She took his glass and refilled it yet again.
Crowley’s eyes widened when she said the word ‘queen’. “I… Thank you,” His voice seemed to crack, “I have.. to go…” He took his glass and vanished into thin air.
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