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[birthrightgreen]

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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[oldestbeloved.livejournal.com]

"Ahh..." He chuckles, soft, at a thought of his own, his gaze turning inward for a moment. "Yes. I understand..." And perhaps can empathize with the wolf, though he doesn't say that.

If he can sense the sending he doesn't give any sign.

He sips at his brandy again and then, half because he suspects she expects it and half simply to be amusing, he licks his lips. A swift movement, the tip of his tongue darting over skin. His eyes never leave hers, blue almost swallowing the black.

[birthrightgreen.livejournal.com]

She arches an eyebrow, amused, holding his eyes for a moment, then moves back to the divan, sinking on to it gracefully.

Her smile is gracious, though sensuality lingers as well.

"Is there anything else you would like?" Subltly laced with innuendo, only her eyes sending the second message. "I could ring for some dinner if you're so inclined."

[oldestbeloved.livejournal.com]

"I have some appetite," he admits.

And then, in the most blatant maneuver they've made yet, between the two of them: "Not necessarily, mind you, for food."

[birthrightgreen.livejournal.com]

She smiles, stretching a bit, her eyes moving more slowly over him.

"For what do you hunger, my Lord?"

[oldestbeloved.livejournal.com]

He sinks forward, slowly, onto his hands and knees. Then lower, almost belly to the ground.

And then, slowly, movements so slow they should be shaky and yet so liquid he seems to pour across the ground, gracefully he crawls towards her. His eyes never leave her face, the smirk never leaves his lips. His hair falls slightly over his face, shading his eyes.

He doesn't say a word.

[birthrightgreen.livejournal.com]

"Hell's fire..." Her voice catches just a bit, her eyes heating as he moves toward her. She shifts forward slightly, eyes holding his, watching every move with an intensity that makes her skin tighten, heat pooling through her.

Her tongue flicks out to wet her lips as they curve upward slightly.

[oldestbeloved.livejournal.com]

"See something you like?" he murmurs, voice like velvet over skin.

And then he rolls onto one shoulder, almost onto his back. Hands drawn up and crooked over his chest, feet somewhat stretched out, the back of one foot tucked under his calf. Stretching like a cat, arching back and neck to look up and back and upside-down at her, smiling.

[birthrightgreen.livejournal.com]

She chuckles, voice low as she stretches out on her stomach on the divan. "Oh, you are a pretty one, aren't you, sugar?"

One hand reaches out to stroke through his hair.

[oldestbeloved.livejournal.com]

He smirks a little broader for a moment, stretching up and closing his eyes just to concentrate on the sensation of her touch. His body stretches out a little more, arching, almost displaying.

Softly, again, he murmurs. "I think you know exactly what kind of beauty I possess..." And perhaps that's a threat, or perhaps that's simply an invitation to find out.

And a tinge of sadness. "And I think you know that I know, as well."

[birthrightgreen.livejournal.com]

Oh, yes. She knows. And she shivers to think of the last time she tangled with one like him in the bedroom. But somehow she doubts he has Sadi's particular reservations.

"Yes."

It doesn't make him any less beautiful. More of a potential equal than any other sorts of males, if anything.

She smiles, tracing a fingertip down his nose playfully.

[oldestbeloved.livejournal.com]

He laughs.

And he stretches that extra distance up to kiss the tip of her finger.

[birthrightgreen.livejournal.com]

She smiles down at him, eyes soft with dark promise as she traces his lips with her finger. Craft flowing, she sends out more seduction tendrils, more deliberate, more blatant this time, coiling around him. The room is definitely more heated. Colors softer, muted and yet sharper at the same time.

[oldestbeloved.livejournal.com]

Everything feels so good, especially the magic over his skin, sliding underneath. His own sensuality flares in response, completely unwilled, though not unconscious. His eyes start to burn, just a little, blue fire leaking to the surface in the form of that supernatural coloring.

He closes his eyes, slow, then opens them again. Keeping up that stare, that heated, small smile, lips parting in a soft sigh that seems to be more breath than sigh, floating out over her mouth in a small cloud of heat and promise.

[birthrightgreen.livejournal.com]

She continues to weave the web that is part of her Craft, through the room and around them. Each touch, each thought full of sensual heat. Her face glistens with it as she parts her lips, then shifts and stands again.

"Perhaps we should move somewhere more comfortable..." Her voice is low, husky. Bedroom voice perfected through the centuries, only she's not forcing it this time.

[oldestbeloved.livejournal.com]

One eyebrow arches smoothly. "Where did you have in mind?"

His fingertips trail along the midline of his chest, a stroking gesture that would be idle except for the fact that nothing he does, likely, is idle.

His hips shift, just a little. Just enough to rustle loose cloth over his body.

[birthrightgreen.livejournal.com]

She smiles slightly, holding out a hand to him, watching his finger, eyes drawn where he meant for them to be, then back to his eyes.

"The bedroom, if it pleases you..."

[oldestbeloved.livejournal.com]

He smiles and rolls back up to his knees, smooth and swaying.

His eyes catch hers again, and his hand slides easily into hers. Soft. Strong. And still so warm.

"All right."

[birthrightgreen.livejournal.com]

Swaying hips, still subtle, never overdone, smiling back over her shoulder at him. She led him through the double doors from sitting room to bedroom, pausing a few feet from the bed. Turning, she smiles up at him softly, running her fingers down his cheek in a soft caress.

She studies him intently, open to clues about what he wants from her, how he wants her, old habits taking over. Fingers trace his lips, then she smiles again as she slides them down his chest, even as the feel of them lingers on his lips with phantom touches.

[oldestbeloved.livejournal.com]

He nips at her fingers as they pass over his lips, but gentle, very little of teeth. His eyes catch hers for a moment and then slide downward, over her body, taking in every inch of her and evaluating. The possibilities, what she's capable of, what might pleasure her and what she cannot or will not stand.

As his eyes return to her face there's the dark hint of possibility, and a silent question. He's smiling, but it's patient and a little expectant, waiting for her to make the first move and set the tone. He has, after all, all the time in the world.



[ooc: Have books! Will read when I get home from lunch and movie.]

[birthrightgreen.livejournal.com]

A wry smile dances over her lips, her eyes dark. There's very little she won't do. Hasn't done. As long as a Healer can fix the damage, it paid well to be flexible. As for what she likes...tiniest shrug of a thought across her bain that she dismisses.

She likes equals.

She closes the gap between them, fitting her small frame against his, feeling his warmth, and all his hard places meeting hers. She runs her hands up his chest, with just a hint of nails, until she winds her arms around his neck. Her fingers tease at the hair at the nape of his neck. She reaches up, her lips hovering just below his, slightly parted, warm breath, sweet and spicy with the wine, brushing over his lis.

[oldestbeloved.livejournal.com]

His breath catches and falls out again in the slightest hiss at the touch of nails, pleasure in a gasp of air. The touch of sharp and pain in just enough of an intensity to make him feel it, the promise of more.

But rather than close the kiss the tip of his tongue snakes out, sliding across her lips. He tastes her, and remains where he is, the kiss un-finished between them. His eyes, half-closed, still burn under long lashes.

[birthrightgreen.livejournal.com]

She trembles slightly, pleasure running through her. May the Darkness be merciful, he was going to take his time. That is something she hasn't experienced in a while.

A soft moan, barely sound, and she mimics his movement, the tip of her tongue meeting his, tracing over his lips. Light. Flickering. Tasting.

One hand slides down his neck, along his shoulder, resting there, with that sweet drag of nails again.

[oldestbeloved.livejournal.com]

Again the shudder, this time with an outward surge of breath and sigh that tastes of spices and power.

His hands come up and he doesn't even touch her but the heat of his skin is so tangible. He glides, down from the curve of her breast and just under her arms down her sides, over her hips. When his fingertips finally touch her body it's light and brief, tracing the curve of her hips back up and then away again.

He teases his lips over hers, swaying his head slightly back and forth. His nose gently bumps hers, an ungraceful movement that carries an innocent-like grace all its own.

His moist heat over her mouth is far from innocent.

[birthrightgreen.livejournal.com]

She lets a pleased murmur escape as she smiles slightly against his lips, then slides her tongue along his lower lip in a playfully sensual caress. The hand in his hair tightens marginally, before her fingers relax to slide further into his hair, tangling there, letting strands wrap around her fingers.

Phantom touches ghost up his spine as her fingers scratch lightly down his chest again. The air in the room seems to move as well, sliding over their heated skin, touching where they have yet to wander.

[oldestbeloved.livejournal.com]

His body presses against hers, hips first. Solid and so hard against her soft body, but not insistant yet. The touch is more important than the thrust.

He gasps as her hand tangles in his hair, the first and sharpest sign of overt pleasure he's given. His lashes flutter for a second, then relax. His body continues to press against her, the heat of his chest over the curve of her breasts, close. Heart-beat close.

One hand reaches around. One fingertip trails along her spine, electricity coursing in little static sparks where it passes. Just enough to feel it.