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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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She digs her nails into his skin reflexively at the heat. Her tongue teases at his, conducting her own exploration, drinking in the taste of him.

Fingers twisting in his hair, she moans very softly. The slightest nip at his lower lip, then soothing it gently as she presses closer.

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He opens her mouth for him, gently, then submits to her explorations. He tastes of cinnamon, nutmeg, spicy enough to almost sting, warm enough to sooth the sting away. Underneath that is the taste of wine, thick enough to differentiate between his own sweet taste and the alcohol they were drinking.

And finally, at last, he brushes just the edge of his palms along the taut points of her nipples, and that latent inferno under his skin seems again to be the strange heat of electricity.

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"Mmm..."

She smiles at the taste of him, fingers sliding through his hair, tangling, teasing, stroking, retreating, moving to caress his cheek, before sliding back along his scalp again, drag of nails there as well.

The power coursing through him makes her shudder slightly. Something wild and different than she's felt before. More. She probes gently, curious, desiring, her mind brushing against his, as her body melts into his hands.

Nipples hardening, she gives in and arches into his hands. Her nails dig in a bit more, then slide up his side, over ribs. Around, down his back, feeling his strength.

[oldestbeloved.livejournal.com]

Now, that's interesting.

Despite everything he knows, or perhaps because of it, he keeps a part of himself away from her. And, really, since it's the same part of himself he keeps from almost everyone else, it's not that hard. Still an edge of danger, because she likes her men dangerous. Not lying, just not revealing all of the truth.

The power is one thing he can reveal. And he does, skating his palms over her breasts in ever widening circles, little sparks, little waves of subtle heat. Her nails over his skin makes him moan, just a little. Makes him press into her, not insistant, rewarding effort with knowledge of what she's doing to him and how much he enjoys this.

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There are shields. She respects that. Doesn't drop her innermost ones either. Draws on the Green and keeps the Grey close. But she shares bits, mostly emotion, matching passion for passion, letting desire spiral between them, showing him what he's doing to her. Wonder. Delight. Threads of joy as her body responds to the heat and power.

A louder moan as sparks dance along her skin. She lets her own power out a bit more, sliding it over him, sharpening the press of nails more than they should be without artifice.

She moves against him, just a bit, as her lips move from his to trail along his jaw, tasting the salt of his skin, then down his neck, little touches of tongue and teeth, sharper, then gentler, testing what he likes.

[oldestbeloved.livejournal.com]

Delight matches delight, although there's a sinister edge to the pleasure he takes in pleasuring her. Her moans are his sounds of triumph, the sweat rolling down her skin marks his achievements. The thrill of being thrilling, at least for a little while. He doesn't, his mind shows, expect a claim. The memory of the time they share is enough.

In return, as well, the sensations of what her touches do to him. Straddling the line of pain and pleasure, so light and skilled the nails over his body. Already he's hard enough that the want takes on a slight edge of urgency, but nothing that can't be leashed back in a warm grip.

He raises his head just slightly, tilting his neck for her kisses. THe gentle heat is appreciated as much as the sharpness, bringing his fingertips down over her stomach and tracing the curve of her upper and inner thighs. Not quite tickling, not quite teasing as he nears the join of her legs and moves away.

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She laughs slightly at that torturous edge between tickling and teasing, warm breath over his skin. It's feeding and spiraling to feel his desire meeting and merging with hers. Not something she did with most of her clients, allowing them to see into her, feel her. She hadn't really expected the intensity it takes on.

Another smile at the sinister edge, recognizing it, taking it in, welcoming it. Happy to let him has his triumph when it means this pleasure.

Her lips trace his collarbone, teeth nipping again as her hand strokes along the waistband of those lovely pants. Fingers dip underneath. Nails leave their mark on the skin of his abdomen. She ducks her head more, mouth finding his nipple, tongue circling and teasing lightly.

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His want trickles out to meet hers in a measured, steady line. There's something about her that's young and inexperienced, for all the age she may think she has and the weariness in her eyes. So he goes slow, plays gentle.

At least in that respect.

He groans, resists the urge to thrust into her. Instead-- well, two can play at that game. His hands come up again, fingertips sliding underneath the edge of her neckline, trailing down.

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She lifts her head again to meet his lips, swallowing the groan. Her fingers trace up the line between hip and groin, slidng over sweat slicked skin, Her kiss is harder this time, reflecting the heat and urgency that's started to pound in the air. She tugs at the drawstring of his pants, loosening them, moving to let them fall, and then pressing in close again, feeling his heat and hardness through her dress.

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One arm snakes around her neck to hold her loosely against him, though he doesn't react to her undressing him. His hand teases along her breast again, thumb flicking lightly over her nipple. Another few minutes of her touches and he's going to start staining her dress, most likely.

He teases his fingertips over the back of her neck anyway, then an experimental touch of fingernails. Stains will come out, and he doesn't mean to interrupt the mood or hurry anything along. He intends this to take a very long time.

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She shudders at the brush of his nails, a spike in her pulse, a soft gasp of pleasure. Her hands slide down his sides, settling on his hips for a minute before sliding to caress his ass, teasing over him before sliding back up his back. Light touches. The sharper ones, then light again, exploring him.

[oldestbeloved.livejournal.com]

Interesting.

His hand cups her neck for a moment, solely so she can feel as his nails lengthen, become talons. Then the talons trace over the curve of her neck, shoulder, and down over her breast again, sharp enough to leave little red lines, not sharp enough to actually draw blood. One talon hooks into the cleavage of her dress, threatening to rip without actually tearing fabric. Such a careful balance.

He shifts his hips a little under her hands, playfully pressing back into her grip. Every little change in touch brings a soft sigh, pleasured and gentle. He dips his head to kiss her again, then gently nips at her lower lip.

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Her eyes open, surprised at the talons, then fall closed again as they move against her. Right there. Pain and pleasure, mingling and mixing in the right degree. She moans her approval, tensing slightly in the moment he pauses, breath almost catching at the threat, the delicate balance.

Her hands continue to rove, slipping between cheeks to tease at him, testing again. Some men dislike such play though her instincts say he's not one of them. She nips back at his lip with an impish smile, tongue flicking out to tease at his lower lip.

[oldestbeloved.livejournal.com]

Definitely going to be fun. He does start to tear her dress away now, but slowly. She can stop him if it's more damage than she'd like to sustain. His talons continue to rake lightly over her skin, around the curve of her breast, spiraling towards her nipple.

His gasp at her roving fingers is at least a little bit of surprise, and certainly of pleasure. He smiles against her mouth in return, parting his lips for her tongue and sliding his over hers.

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She can buy a new dress. There's something amazingly erotic at having it torn from her. She'd press closer but for the danger of impaling herself, so she signals her approval through the kiss, hungry, if still in control. Clearly wanting.

One fingertip teases at his entrance, then presses just slightly inside, then retreats, sliding up his skin, then back down to repeat the movement.

[oldestbeloved.livejournal.com]

He tears a line down at the cleavage of her dress, opening it to the navel and pushing enough of a flap aside that he can continue the spiral. And when it reaches the center he rolls the tips of his talons over her nipple, the threat of violence and bloodletting and tearing it off her body but light enough that it's still only play.

His brief laugh rolls into her mouth as he kisses her back, and kisses her again, quick passionate kisses like a staccato rhythm to drive it just a little further. And as her fingers move the kisses are broken by little noises that are almost moans. Because, yes, that feels good. very good.

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She shudders slightly at the threat. She knows males who would rip nipples of and call it part of days work. She calls them cousins. But the faint edge of fear is thrilling as well. A dance with darkness and danger. His laugh is reassuring that it's play.

She's swimming in pleasure and knows she'll be lost in it if she doesn't pull back a bit. So she does, smiling at him. Disregarding her torn dress, her fingers move to his, closing around him and pulling him slowly toward the bed.

[oldestbeloved.livejournal.com]

He smiles back, tilting his head a little to watch her as she moves, as he follows.

Completely unashamed in both his nudity and his arousal, but there's no real swagger in his step either. Confidence, yes.

For now, he'll continue to follow her lead.

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A tiny seductive smile, dancing over her lips as her eyes take him in approvingly. "Lie down on your stomach..." Voice husky.

[oldestbeloved.livejournal.com]

His eyebrows arch, intrigued, as he smirks.

He obeys, glancing at her over his shoulder, anticipating and smiling.

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She holds his eyes as she undoes the rest of the dress, letting it pool at her feet. Slender, but strong, curved in all the right places. She lets him look as she reaches for the oil in the table by the bed. The candles flicker, dimming just a bit. Not dark but subtler shadows dance around the room. She crawls onto the bed, lips meeting his in a brief kiss before they stray to his shoulder, tongue flicking as she makes her way down his spine, then back up.

She smiles again as she straddles his ass, the heat of his skin searing into her wetness, making her eyes close for a moment. Then she focuses.

Warm oil in her hands, then lightly on his back. Her touches are sensual, meant to arouse as much as relax, sliding over his muscles. A faint, spicy yet sweet smell, like cloves and vanilla fills the air. She leans down, her tongue sliding over his spine again, soft kisses where her hands move, the oil heating even more at the touch of her mouth. Her movements are slow, sensual, tightly controlled as she tries to soften the urgency before heating it up again.

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He moans at first, sighs as his body relaxes. His eyes fall closed after a while, as hungry as they were over her while she undressed. Appreciative of the show she was putting on.

Every little touch brings a little shiver of skin. His breath comes in even, slow sighs. The fire starts to bank itself, though it burns just as hot.

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She tastes, teases, touches. Sliding lower, she works her way over him. A kiss to his instep. A nip behind his knee. Taking her time, learning every inch of this side of him.

Slick fingers between his legs, stroking the skin between his balls and his hole. Slight pressure against the nerves there.

She moves up again, her skin hot against his. A light bite to the upper muslces of neck and back as she slides one finger into him with gentle precision.

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He shudders as she strokes, letting himself sink into the waves of pleasure that it sends over him in ever-increasing quickness. The sheets soon begin to collect a stain, and though he'd love to writhe against the bed, rub himself on the sheets, he doesn't.

He does, however, shudder as she enters him. A soft little approving moan escapes his lips.

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She smiles at the moan, dragging her teeth over skin as she thrusts into him gently, but deep, brushing against his prostate. A second finger joins the first, teasing at him from the inside, while her lips and tongue mark down his spine again, over delicate nerves.