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Well. I'm not really sure what the "Bible" is. And I've never heard of angels or heaven. But I saw this quiz on

evankasparov's journal and it was telling him that he was Satan (no "e"), who apparently rules Hell in this "Bible" thing. Well, shit. That was amusing. So I took the quiz.

And what do you know? I got the same result.

I'm assuming there are other villains you can get, but I think this one's fitting, all things considered. *can't decide whether to smirk or giggle*

Satan
You scored 60% Pride, 70% Envy, 60% Ambition, and 62% Deceitfulness!

You are Satan, the consummate villain, and the ascendant figure in the
unholy trinity. Throughout history you have been called The Serpent,
The Accuser, The Devil, Lucifer, The Prince of the Power of the Air,
and The Dragon, among other things. Your “compatriots” in the unholy
trinity, the Antichrist and the False Prophet, are merely pawns in your
futile struggle with God. Though, they probably don’t know this. This
is because you are a master of deception; indeed the Bible calls you
“The Father of All Lies”. You are also very ambitious, and you strive
to be in positions of the utmost authority. Unfortunately, it was
impossible for you to obtain the highest title in heaven and this is
part of the reason why you decided to leave. Of course, you couldn’t
just leave by yourself, so you managed to use your deceptive abilities
to get one third of the angels in heaven to join with you in revolt.
God put down the rebellion and expelled you from heaven. To most
people, it would seem foolish to start a war against God, but pride can
sometimes cause people to do foolish things. In heaven, you were the
most beautiful and powerful of all angels and you were well aware of
this. Unfortunately, you let your pride consume you and your passions
led you down the road to perdition. After you were expelled from
heaven, you let another one of your attributes consume you—envy. You
knew that you could never defeat God, but you could attempt to destroy
humanity, his most beloved creation. Your goal is to bring as many
people as possible to suffer in Hell with you. Fortunately for you, but
unfortunately for the rest of us, you’ve been endowed with all of the
attributes necessary (deceptiveness, confidence, ruthlessness, and
ambition) to do a terribly good job at this.

My test tracked 4 variables How you compared to other people your age and gender:

You scored higher than 60% on Pride
You scored higher than 83% on Envy
You scored higher than 50% on Ambition
You scored higher than 80% on Deceitfulness

Link: The Which Biblical Villain Are You Test written by MetalliScats on Ok Cupid

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His thumb brushes slightly on the back of her hand. He smiles a little at the kiss, a light one-arm hug in return. He makes a soft, murmuring little contented noise at the touch of her fingers through his hair. His breathing slows, more even now, as his body relaxes into the aftermath of their heat.

Her eyes drift closed. Not sleeping, but basking in the warmth that skitters through her veins, and the solid feel of him beneath her. She smiles, listening to his heartbeat as it finds a slower, more steady rhythm. Her breath matches his, instinctively, either from the rise and fall of his chest agaist her, or through the feedback loop radiating satisfaction. Her fingers keep up their lazy stroking through his hair, silky strands sliding between them, damp from their exertions.

Easy wonder radiating off of her, through her, but she doesn't feel the need for words.

He drifts a little, himself, letting all the sensations and the rhythms of their heart and breath flow through him. From each sound and each sensation of her breath over his skin, every warm sight he builds a cocoon of lazy contentment around them. It's as though he prolongs the moment, savors each second of their embrace for the sated bliss that it is for him, storing it away to be a happy memory later.

Affection ripples through all the while, cycling at moments to honored gratitude and the smug amusement that might come from a well-fed cat.

She chuckles a bit at his smugness, but can't help feeling it a bit herself, nuzzling at his throat gently. The cocoon of contentment and affection is warming, blissful, and she feeds into it with her own.

She stretches a little, lazily, and shifts to the side so she's only half on him, head on his shoulder, arm and leg still across him, but able to stretch her knees out more comfortably.

He smiles. Shifts to accomodate her, fingertips stroking along her skin. It's on the tip of his mind to ask if he's pleased her, though it'd be more for amusement's sake than any real kind of a question. But he doesn't want to break the silence either; it's quite comfortable as they are. So he rests, and gathers his strength for the next round.

He's fairly sure there will be a next round.

She shivers a bit at the touch of his fingers. Opening her eyes she traces the tip of her index finger down his nose, over his cheekbones, his lips. Light caresses, still with that touch of wonder in her eyes.

He smiles into her eyes, appreciative of the compliment of wonder. Softly, impish, he kisses the tip of her nose.

She wrinkles her nose and smiles. Almost giggles. A slight tilt of her head brings her lips to his, brushing over them softly.

He returns the kiss, just as softly, the hand at her back sliding up to cup the back of her head. And he keeps his lips to hers, though keeping the touch so tender and light.

She sighs into the kiss, her fingers trailing down his chest to rest against his stomach.

He smiles against her mouth and withdraws after a long while, just looking into her eyes. Calm and sated, fingertips still drawing gently over her skin.

She smiles back, holding his eyes, fairly open, at least for her. She bites her lip when he brushes over a rib, eyes sparkling a bit. Soft, light touches, brushing up his side, tracing the contours of his muscles with very little purpose.

His breathing quickens, but only a bit. His movements don't quicken in the slightest. He takes his time, fingertips tracing and learning every curve of her body. His eyes hold her gaze, steady and tracking every reaction, enjoying every gasp of breath.

She lets her pleasure in his touches show, pleased even more that he wants to learn what pleases her. She keeps her touches on him light, letting him have this time to explore. She's had a turn, and will have another to learn him.

He runs his fingertips over her back, over her shoulder and arm and side, pulling back enough that he can tease his fingertips over her breast. Then running his palm over her breast and belly again, reminiscent of earlier. Teasing his fingertips lower, just above the softest nest of curls, watching to see what she does.

Her eyes close briefly as she catches her breath in anticipation, but she forces them open again, meeting his. She shifts back from where she was pressed into his thigh, though she leaves her leg over him. Not fully open, but open enough if he wants to explore further.

He strokes his fingertips over her inner thigh for a moment before venturing further. Nothing too heady, just light caresses. His lips part slightly, drawing pleasure and arousal from her soft noises and breaths, from the look on her face. Slowly, gently, he slips just the tip of one finger into her, stroking the length of her, teasing a light circle around her clit just before withdrawing a moment. Watching her the whole time.

Her eyes soften, then warm, more green than gold for a while. Lips delicately parted as she gasps at a particularly sensitive touch. Her eyes close again, just breifly, when he teases her clit, then open when he withdraws. She smiles, a shiver runing down her spine, at the gentleness of it after the heated urgency of before, the contrast a delight. She traces circles and patterns on his shoulder with her fingertips, watching him.

There's a hint of a smile in return, tender and even a little kind. His fingertips tease along her slit, reaching just a little deeper, sliding over skin. His palm caresses along her inner thighs, his fingertips brush now and then over her clit, and every touch is careful and light.

Her breathing quickens, chest rising and falling a touch more rapidly, though she closes her eyes and tries to slow her breathing back down. Her palm rests on his chest, feeling his breath and heartbeat and she smiles slightly as she realigns hers, then meets his eyes again.

There's a flash of the old arrogant smirk, and then it's gone again. He kisses her mouth softly, continuing the light strokes for several moments as he just rests his lips against hers, barely moving. His finger slides into her as his tongue slides into her mouth.

A soft, internal chuckle at the smirk, then she meets his lips, following his lead this time, and keeping it just a breath. A touch. She parts her lips at the urging of his tongue, and moans her appreciation around him as he slides into her. Her fingers stay resting on his chest for a long moment, keeping contact there, extra warmth from her palm, then she slides lower to rest against his hip again.

He starts a little rhythm. Just a small one, an undulation of the body that's slow and steady and matches the rhythm he sets with tongue and finger. He moves, exploring every inch of both openings, taking his time. Still attentive to every reaction.

She matches his rhythm, a rippling of muscles carefully honed through centuries of training. Her tongue meets his, exploring slowly, lazily. Her fingers trace circles on his hip, brushing close to his curls, then backing away, then close again. Open, responsive, her growing arousal signalled by the slight shivers as he explores her, the flush of her skin, the heat that starts to radiate off of her. She keeps her breathing as steady as she can, though, letting energy wash through her, sharing it with him.

As he moves he quickens the pace of his finger inside her ever so slightly till it's a half-step out of rhythm with everything else. His breath comes a little faster as her touches skate closer, his arousal present and heated against her. He makes no move to slake it, though, still teasing his finger up and down between her legs, slip-sliding through her juices and swirling over her clit. Softly but deeply kissing, coaxing her higher and higher with every movement of his body.