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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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[birthrightgreen.livejournal.com]

Used to magic then. She'd thought so. She files it away.

She sips her own wine, smiling back at him just slightly, letting the wine make her lips glisten and shifting on the divan enough to slide into a more comfortable pose, resting on one arm idly.

"And just what sort of lady would you consider proper, sugar?"

[oldestbeloved.livejournal.com]

He looks her up and down. Since she's displayed herself, however subtly, it would only be polite. It would also, however, be courteous to be equally as subtle about his appreciation, so the only sign is a slight widening of the smile and lift of the eyebrow.

"I've found that that's a judgment usually to be made upon meeting the lady in question, rather than a set of criteria blindly applied." Truth, really. Even if it means little by itself.

[birthrightgreen.livejournal.com]

"Wise man." And damn he was as evasive as Sadi. But potentially not nearly as adverse to the pleasures of the bedroom.

Subtle. Pretty. Dangerous, though, and she's not likely to forget it. There's lazy confidence in her eyes though. Her stiletto's near to hand.

"Wise, apparently nameless man." She smiles again, slowly. "Anonymity can have its uses, sugar, but is there really a need for it here?"

[oldestbeloved.livejournal.com]

"You tell me," he says, and smiles. This smile holds more than a hint of cruelty, less than a threat of danger. The kind of cruelty that can be pleasurable under the right circumstances.

[birthrightgreen.livejournal.com]

A shiver runs down her spine, wariness almost making her call the stiletto just for the comforting feel of it against her skin.

"There's no need." Half-soothing. Half-sultry. "Unless you want me calling you another man's name as kicks. I can always make something up."

[oldestbeloved.livejournal.com]

He laughs. As dangerous as he was before, his laughter is calm and easy, almost even joyful.

"You could. The problem, for my own part, with introductions is that I have so many names. My sons call me one thing, my lovers call me by other names, my brothers and sisters..." Slight shrug.

"And which are you?"

[birthrightgreen.livejournal.com]

"Which am I?" She looks surprised by the question. "Sugar, I just met you. I'm not anything yet. Except most definitely not one of your sons."

[oldestbeloved.livejournal.com]

He chuckles. "Wait till you meet my sons. I would certainly not put it past them to craft an identity and illusion such as yourself."

[birthrightgreen.livejournal.com]

"Well, you can doubt it, as you please, but I'm fairly certain of myself and I'll assure you...I'm not a male." She looks half-amused, half disgusted at the thought.

[oldestbeloved.livejournal.com]

Which brings up an interesting point, but not one he'll speak to at the moment.

"So." He smiles. "Which of my names to give you."

[birthrightgreen.livejournal.com]

She smiles back slowly, sipping her wine, settling more into the divan.

"Up to you, sugar. At this point I'm tempted to start calling you Caiaphas. Or Bob."

[oldestbeloved.livejournal.com]

Another laugh, and he settles down to crouch just above the ground, fingertips brushing the floor, elbows resting on his knees.

He's also, for no readily apparent reason, mostly nude now. Dressed only in soft black pants, long and simple.

"Call me Samael, then."

[birthrightgreen.livejournal.com]

She looks down at him, the appreciative light back in her eyes, flickering over him.

"Samael." A purr and a carress, dancing over the syllables.

"I'm called Surreal."

[oldestbeloved.livejournal.com]

"Surreal." Proving that he can do the vocal caress equally as well, rolling the name around in his mouth like a sweet.

"Greetings, Surreal." An impish smile and a nod of the head that suggests a full-on courtly bow.

[birthrightgreen.livejournal.com]

She chuckles, shifting again, to let the green dress open enough to show off a shapely tanned leg. If he's going to show skin, she figures she should as well.

"Greetings." An equally courtly nod back.

"More wine?" Sweetly spiced with herbs, it's relaxing and warming at the same time. One of her favorites. "Or would you prefer brandy?"

[oldestbeloved.livejournal.com]

His eyes light, approving and desiring to see more. A slight parting of the lips is his only other sign.

"Brandy would be..." And the faintest sigh of anticipation, inviting. "Just lovely."

[birthrightgreen.livejournal.com]

She stands to get it, though she calls in the decanter and glasses to the table. Her movements graceful, practiced as she moves across the room, the dress showing as much as it hides, shifting around her. Green and gold like her eyes, and like the Jewels, it shows off the delicacy of her frame, designed to seduce by it's very cut.

She pours two glasses of brandy, moving slowly back to him to hand it to him, arm outstretched just a bit from her body.

There's an almost imperceptible whine at the door, which she hurriedly locks with a Grey lock. The last thing she needs is the wolf in here.

[oldestbeloved.livejournal.com]

He watches her every movement, as of course she expected and invited him to, evaluating as much as appreciating. Thoughts flicker through his mind of what he could do to her, what she could do to him, and he lets every one of them show in his face and posture.

His fingertips brush over her skin as he takes the glass, his body preternaturally warm.

One eyebrow arches at the door, and he gives her a questioning glance.

[birthrightgreen.livejournal.com]

She smiles, a flash of exasperated annoyance, tinged with genuine affection in her eyes at another whine.

"My wolf," she explains with a shrug and a wry chuckle. "He gets growly at strange males. He's protective."

*I'm fine. Go. Away* She sends on the Purple Dusk thread to the wolf. She doesn't know if the man can pick up on it or not, but there's no need to lock it from him if he can.

A smile back at him, holding his eyes, basking in the naked evaluation and sensual promise there. It had been too long since she'd played with anyone with any skill in bedroom games. Someone who didn't expect her to do all the work and fell asleep when she'd satisfied them. And Mother Night this one was radiating promise.

[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.