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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 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...

[birthrightgreen.livejournal.com]

She smiles a little at that, nuzzling him and settling in his arms, still trembling occasionally. Her fingers lazily trace a pattern or two, then just settle against his skin. Slowly, she brings her breathing back under control.

Her fingers flutter to the marks on his neck from both times, brushing over them with the tiniest frown.

I marked you...

[oldestbeloved.livejournal.com]

He holds her close, protective. Fingertips trailing lightly over her arm and the back of her shoulder. A deep breath every now and again as he relaxes. He smiles at her thought.

So you did.

He reaches up and slides his hand against hers, lacing fingers, not holding on tightly but still holding her hand.

A souvenir.

[birthrightgreen.livejournal.com]

She chuckles softly, relieved he isn't angry. Even a little amused at the thought of what used to mean no work for a few days being a souvenir. She squeezes his fingers lightly, relaxing more as he holds her, breathing soft and even. She shivers, chilled, as the sweat dries, even in the warm room. She pulls the lightweight covers up with a thought, settling them around them.

[oldestbeloved.livejournal.com]

He smiles, kisses her forehead. Tucks the blankets a little more securely around them and settles her into his arms, more snuggled up than anything. If anything further happens tonight, they'll need a little more rest before they're up to it. He'll need at least fifteen minutes. She may need longer.

He pulls her close, almost as though trying to shelter her in his warmth. Nuzzling a little at what soft falls of her hair he can reach, his breathing evens into not quite a doze but certainly a blissful half-awareness.

[birthrightgreen.livejournal.com]

She snuggles back, pressing a kiss to his skin, murmuring happily at the nuzzling and sleepily amused at herself, but oh-so warm and comfortable. Slightly thirsty, but too relaxed to move to pick up the water she could call in. In a minute. Definitely before...and there's that amused flicker again.

[oldestbeloved.livejournal.com]

He seems to be settling, smiling to find her amused and relaxing in the warmth and the scent and the touch of skin on skin as though he's always been a part of this afterglow light. Her breath puffs out over his skin in a delightful way.

Which makes a thought occur to him, and he smiles a little as he sends to her in tendrils more of sentiment than of coherent thought. Gratitude for the pleasure. Enjoyment of the time spent. Overall, and then the little things that are sweet to him. Her breath, the scent of her, the way the sweat makes her skin shine just so in the light. The little movements she makes as she settles up against him.

[birthrightgreen.livejournal.com]

She actually finds herself blushing a bit. Warm gratitude back, that he cares for her pleasure as well as his own. Pleasure that she pleased him. Still that sense of wonder that's been there all along. Surprise in the pleasure he gave her, that two bodies could reach those heights. The silk of his hair under her fingers. The blue of his eyes. The noise he makes when please. A kiss against his skin. A wicked flicker of desire to taste more, eventually.

[oldestbeloved.livejournal.com]

He nuzzles at her forehead, warm reassurance and a matter-of-factness at taking pleasure in her pleasure. It heightens his own pleasure, that she enjoys the experience. Also a thrill of smug pride in making her writhe in ecstacy. She's so beautiful as she moans, as she arches, as she comes. And then, too, that was just the beginning, if she wants it to be.

[birthrightgreen.livejournal.com]

Soft kiss to his jaw, a brush of lips over skin. She mentally sticks her tongue out at the smugness, but her own comes through that he finds her beautiful, that she made him shake and cry out the way he did. Slightly startled, slightly cautious, definitely intrigued as to how that could be just the beginning, and what more could come.

[oldestbeloved.livejournal.com]

Sense of laughter, amusement at her smugness and, too, the sense that it's well deserved. Flashes of what they could do, some of it experiments in kinkier sex-play, some of it simply positions they haven't explored. Some of it experiments in magic, different flows of energy over and in the body. Some of it not even sex, just different kinds of intimate play. Underneath that, something like an invitation, the sense that he would enjoy another chance to shake and cry out under her skill.

[birthrightgreen.livejournal.com]

Her pulse quickens at the images, breath catching. With a soft murmur of delighted anticipation, she smiles again, stretching a little, then settling back in his arms.

*I think that would be lovely, Samael.*

[oldestbeloved.livejournal.com]

He smiles back, all delight and amusement.

*As do I.*

[birthrightgreen.livejournal.com]

Another stretch and she disentangles for a minute after a lingering kiss. Slipping out of bed she moves to grab a pitcher and two glasses. She fills the glasses, offering one to him when she gets back with a grin, curling up next to him again, propped up on the pillows.

"Water?"

[oldestbeloved.livejournal.com]

His hands stay on her till the very last moment, sliding over her skin as she moves away. Then he settles back onto the bed, watching her, that little self-satisfied smile still on his face.

"Mm. Thank you." His fingertips brush her skin as he takes the glass, though he uses no more technique than that. He curls up against her, sitting up a bit, though, to drink.