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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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Wryly: "Do you want the quick version or the complicated version?"

She grins, resting her head back on her shoulder. "I want to try and understand, but I don't have to understand it all tonight. So...the short version?"

"People make up things." He grins wryly.

"Does the world have no...truth, no certainty then?"

"There is truth." He strokes her hair, soothing. Kisses her forehead. "There is certainty. There are things that do not change, no matter that there are so many ways of saying the same thing. There are some who study it."

"Study all the different things people believe?" She settles against him again.

"Mm-hmm. The way people ... the customs of different people, the different things they believe, the different ways they act and why." He chuckled ruefully, knowing how she'll react. "It's called anthropology. The word means 'study of man.'"

She rolls her eyes with a slight snort. "And what of women in this world?"

He laughs. And then turns serious. "When the scholars began to study the beliefs and practices of their species, women were considered ... less, somehow. Less intelligent, or perhaps simply less self-controlled. They were relegated to housewives and mothers. The practice has somewhat gone out of favor since then."

She looks horrified for a moment, then settles just for a frown, quiet and thinking.

"And now?"

"Now..." Quietly. "Now, things are improving."

A slightly relieved smile, though still a bit wry. "But not as they should be?"

"No. Not as they should be."

She nods, then says quietly, "They're not as they should be at home, either. Better in Kaeleer than Terreille, but there's still...people have come that want to change it."

"There may always be people who want to change it." He pets her hair, thoughtful. "But then, too, there will also be people who fight against them."

She laughs. "Oh, we've certainly got plenty of those, too. I think Kaeleer will be all right in the end. Least I hope so. I'm growing...fond."

"It will be..." he murmured, though his eyes were distant. Looking off at strings, at patterns, at other stories.

She glances at him sharply, watching his eyes. Touches his cheek gently.

"Weaver of webs, are you?"

He looked up at her. Smiled, wryly, ruefully. His eyes slid into dark, dangerous waters, and the smile turned predator and shark-toothed. Power started to creep up under his skin till it was a wonder it was containing him at all.

"Something like that."

She shivered, just slightly, watching him carefully but nodded.

"As I thought."

"I am..." He took her chin in his hand, gentle, but a leashed kind of gentle. "... power. Incarnate. And many things beside."

Sanity struggled for control.

She watched him for a long minute, then stroked her fingers through his hair, soft but steady. He was stronger than the boyos, stronger than him, but she knew that look well. She kept her touch gentle, but she touched.

"And more as well."

"Yes."

Hmm.

As quickly as the heat had appeared it was gone, replaced by cold calculation for a moment. The knowledge that he should stop this, lest the balance swing a way he did not want it to go. Replaced by weary affection, as he snuggled up again.

She watched the moods shift, then pressed a kiss to his forehead and wrapped her arms around him a little tighter, snuggling back against him.

He smiled a little, nuzzled at her hair. Soft little kisses. Just holding her, perhaps holding on a little, perhaps simply enjoying the embrace and the closeness of bodies, of skin.