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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]

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.

[birthrightgreen.livejournal.com]

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.

[oldestbeloved.livejournal.com]

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.

[birthrightgreen.livejournal.com]

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.

[oldestbeloved.livejournal.com]

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.

[birthrightgreen.livejournal.com]

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.

[oldestbeloved.livejournal.com]

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.

[birthrightgreen.livejournal.com]

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.

[oldestbeloved.livejournal.com]

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.

[birthrightgreen.livejournal.com]

Her fingers finally close around him lightly, stroking slowly up his shaft, tracing his head, then sliding back down. she moans softly into the kiss, her other hand sliding into his hair again, petting and tangling gently there.

[oldestbeloved.livejournal.com]

He groans into her mouth, pressing his chest just a little closer so that their hands still have room to maneuver between their legs. This time he slides two fingers into her, working inside her. And after a few thrusts he just rests his fingers there and gently, slowly brushes his thumb in little circles over her clit.

[birthrightgreen.livejournal.com]

She tightens around his fingers reflexively, a soft whimper escaping her lips at the gentle brush of his thumb. She teases her fingers around the head of his cock, brushing the sensitive underside firmly but gently, then slides back down, fingers slick from the droplets there.

[oldestbeloved.livejournal.com]

He starts to shudder, just a little, under her hand. His control is still strong enough to keep the want from becoming a roaring need. His fingers slide in deep, stroking her slowly from within to without, then teasing welty over her clit. Then all over again, two or three times, before just resting his fingers in her again and his thumb over her clit, softly brushing.

[birthrightgreen.livejournal.com]

She's pushing close to need, her hips arching to meet his hand, brushing against his erection when she presses close, then retreats. Her fingers tighten on him, though she struggles to keep her movements smooth and gentle.

[oldestbeloved.livejournal.com]

He swirls his fingers lazily around her, nipping gently at her lip. Soft moans break from him as she strokes, as he writhes against her. And after a few moments a hand made of air trails up from her stomach over her breasts, pinching her nipples slightly, down from her shoulderblades along her spine and to the cleft of her buttocks.

[birthrightgreen.livejournal.com]

Her breatch catches at the brush of the phantom hand, and she squirms a bit, gasping at each pinch of her nipples, moans when the hand trails down her spine. Her fingers tighten in his hair, her kiss taking on a more passionate edge as she continues to slowly stroke him, fingers twirling around him in a skillful dance.

[oldestbeloved.livejournal.com]

A pinch and twist at her nipple, not hard but firm, not for pain but for stimulation, so very careful. He kisses her back, deep and fierce, as the phantom fingers slide between her cheeks and tease at her entrance there. His own breathing is gone ragged as he moans into her mouth. Gradually the pace of his fingers quickens, the talon-tip of his thumb flicking very carefully over her clit.

[birthrightgreen.livejournal.com]

She cries out softly, trying to rock against him, sensations from the multiple stimulation crashing together. She focuses enough to create her own phantom fingers, trailing down his sping to mimic his teasing, probing gently at his entrance as she strokes him a little bit faster, pressing his erection against her skin. Heat building again, and she doesn't try to control it, letting it flare, and drawing energy from it to slide down over them, teasing at his thighs, across his abdomen.

[oldestbeloved.livejournal.com]

Something no longer air but warm, slick, begins to slide in between her cheeks, barely stretching and oh so slow. Sensation of teeth lightly scraping over her nipples, fingers sliding in and out and three fingers into her, reaching deep. He cries out, eyes flying open wide and sparking blue a little. And with the last extra bit of his control he eases the bond open again, feeding her the sensation of having his cock stroked so expertly well, how incredibly good it feels.

[birthrightgreen.livejournal.com]

she's fascinated by the blue, staring at the changes and the sparks. A louder moan as what he's feeling joins with what she's feeling again and the world narrows to just the feel, smell, taste of him. Another moan as she's stretched, nails digging into the skin of his neck. She tilts her head to nibble at his jaw, as she presses down onto his fingers and slides the phantom phallus further into him. Her fingers lose their rhythm for a moment then find it again, sliding over him as he pulses against her.

[oldestbeloved.livejournal.com]

He cries out as that last penetration shatters his control, and suddenly he's tumbling closer to the edge. His hands, his mind works over her more frantically but with no less finesse, though his body shakes to keep it all steady and even. His fingers pump in and out of her, matching the rhythm of the slickness pumping through her ass. He stretches his neck for her mouth, sliding into almost pleading whimpers.

[birthrightgreen.livejournal.com]

She slides her tongue over the muscles of his neck, as her fingers curl around the back, nails scraping over skin. Her fingers stroke over him, muscles spasming a bit, as she pushes in to throb directly against his prostate with the phantom shape.

The dual penetration below, matched with the taste of his skin in her mouth triggers her climax, as she tightens around his fingers convulsively, biting down on him hard, muffling her scream against his skin.

[oldestbeloved.livejournal.com]

His arm tightens around her, anchoring him as he thrusts against her skin. Easier to keep himself still otherwise, so his fingers halt their stroking both within and without as he writhes, groaning as he comes. Everything stops, the ghostly hands still on her breasts, slick presence still in her hole. Sweat and blue fire pouring lightly down his body, exhausted breath rasping from his throat and somehow he manages even to be panting in his mind.

[birthrightgreen.livejournal.com]

Her hand slows on him, until she's just holding his cock, heedless of the warm mess. She shivers, teeth somehow still biting, though she eases back finally from that with a shaky kiss. The blue fire off of him sparks against her skin, setting off aftershock after aftershock. She doesn't realize she's crying from the sheer intensity of it until the tears wet her lips.

She finally eases her hand away, sliding her arm around him, holding him loosely, breath panting over his skin.

[oldestbeloved.livejournal.com]

He eases his fingers out of her, shifting the talon back to normal. Deep, shaky breaths as he pulls the power back, bit by bit, until the sparks die and his skin stops shivering. He takes a couple more breaths, easing her in his arms to a more relaxed embrace. And he leans in, kisses the tears from her cheeks, rests his forehead against hers, soft little murmurs, beautiful Surreal...