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——out. so can we just talk about how mad cain would be at death tbh. the man can't die, at least not until he finally gives dean the mark. and for you lot who don't follow that bit of canon, cain's even more fucked. even ruby's knife doesn't make him flinch.
*all the munday asks*
All the munday asks
[ the corner of his mouth twitched upward for just one second as he stood before the child of God again, though this time, he was unbound. ]; "Good afternoon, Lucifer. How is your stay in the Cage coming along? Was it nice to have popped out for some fresh air before being pushed back in by your own vessel?" [ -heeeey ^o^- ];
[Lucifer growled and shot a glare at the Horseman, a firm frown present on his lips.]
"Oh, hello, Death. My stay in the Cage is coming along swimmingly. Really. I mean, who wouldn't love to be locked up in a dark chamber with nothing to do while in constant pain? It's just the perfect idea of a vacation. I think I may have missed it during my outing."
[His voice dripped with sweet sarcasm. Living in the Cage was horrible.]
messxr
x-thanatos-x
The hair on the back of his neck and along his arms stood on end. The power was familiar and he was filled with a slight sense of dread. Why on Earth would he be here?
Maybe'd he'd decided to collect.
"H-hello Sir."
"----I wonder if it's considered a mortal sin to decide you don't wish to be dead And make your way back to the world of the l i v i n g?"
[ A question that has a moot point even if it is. She doesn't subscribe to religion or religious beliefs. She has a lack of interest in belief so much as maybe knowing. After all, knowledge is power. ]
[hands you a signed autograph]
"...Death." It was a statement, a greeting, underlined with a lightly questioning tone.
What do I owe the pleasure to seeing you again?"