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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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He teases the tip of his tongue along her thigh, upwards. Licking once, long, between her legs.

She cries out, a soft, keening cry, arching, fingers tight in his hair, in the bedclothes.

He teases his tongue around her, inside her. Thrusting slowly, fucking her and then another long lick, swirling the tip of his tongue over her clit. Then a soft scrape of teeth. Careful. Gentle. Teasing.

She whimpers, writhing a bit under him, her fingers clinging to him for dear life, arching into him. She gasps at the scrape of his teeth, stilling for a moment, trembling as pleasure coils through her.

He smirks, glides his tongue slowly into her. A soft breath brings almost the touch of ice to her skin, and it's as though he slid an icicle into her.

She cries out, back arching off the bed sharply, breath almost a sob. Shivers run through her, prickling over her nerves.

"Mother night..."

His fingertips press into her hips, holding her steady enough for him to work his tongue in and out. Teasing around her clit again, still ice cold and almost sharp with it.

She's shaking, trembling on the edge so quickly it makes her head spin. She tries to steady her breathing, to hold on, but she can feel little bits of her flying off already fracturing.

He thrusts his tongue slowly into her, soft icicle cold. And then he pulls back, easy, and breathes just enough heat over her to make her skin prickle.

There's nothing but sensation. No thought, no focus. Just his tongue, his breath, and where his fingers press into her skin.

"Samael..." She says it half-warning, half-plea, fingers tightening to where she knows she must be hurting him, but unable to let go.

He smirks.

Again the cold. The delicate, wet touch of his tongue over her, all over.

Then the heat.

And she shatters, crying out and shaking against him as wave after wave of pleasure ripples through her.

He slides his tongue along her, a normal temperature now. Easing her down with each little touch.

She shivers, slowly releasing her visegrip on his hair, smoothing her fingers through it instead, letting her breath even back out.

He crawls slowly back up her body after a moment, sliding his arms around her and pulling her into his embrace.

She rests against him, all damp and drained again. Fingers resting on his chest, too weak to even trace patterns for the moment.

He strokes his fingertips through her hair, over her shoulder. Cradling her till she has the energy to move again.

She lifts her head to smile at him lazily, brushing her lips over his.

He smiles, cupping her cheek in his palm. Kissing her back just as softly.

She leans into his touch, deepening the kiss a bit, her fingers sliding up and down his chest.

He cradles her for a bit, mouth opening under hers. There's the touch of a smile.

She smiles against him, stroking his mouth with her tongue, teasing, light, but with wicked purpose.

He pets her hair, stroking along her cheek, down her neck. A light grip at the join of neck and shoulder, gently massaging.

Her lips slide free of his, down over his neck, nipping sharply before slipping over his collarbone.

She teases at a nipple, then the other, tongue taut and flicking, then rough, but gentler at the same time.

He stretches out beneath her, sighing just a little raggedly.