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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 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.

[birthrightgreen.livejournal.com]

"You're very welcome."

She calls the pitcher to the bedside tables so it's there should they need more. Careless not to have thought of it before, but she was...distracted. She hooks her hair behind her ear, sipping the water, then rests her head back on his shoulder.

[oldestbeloved.livejournal.com]

He kisses her forehead, sipping at his own water glass. After a moment he kisses her forehead, smiling.

"Did you have any thoughts for the rest of the evening?"

[birthrightgreen.livejournal.com]

She strokes a hand down his chest with a slow smile. "That sort of depends on how long you can stay. Though food of some sort at some point would be good." Nothing too heavy, but something to feed the fires.

[oldestbeloved.livejournal.com]

He sighs a bit, relaxing under her touch, the smile taking on the faintest hints of desire at how good it feels. Still, it's too soon after the last time. Another sip of water.

"My time is my own; I've nothing to see to immediately." And he's playing games with time anyway. But she doesn't need to know that yet.

[birthrightgreen.livejournal.com]

Her touch is soft, more connection than sexual for the moment. Her grin is playfully wicked, though, with all sorts of promise in it.

"Then my thoughts for the evening include something to restore strength a bit, then...depleting it again. However strikes our fancy."

[oldestbeloved.livejournal.com]

He smirks as he nuzzles her hair, returning her touch for touch. Really, he's as much a contact junkie as anything else; the sex is as much about skin on skin and body heat against body heat as pure fucking pleasure. Which is why it's so important that his partner is pleasured as well.

When it's that kind of sex.

"That sounds like an excellent plan," he murmurs into her hair.

[birthrightgreen.livejournal.com]

She sighs softly at the nuzzling, a contented sound. Sometimes letting males pet isn't so bad.

"What would you like to eat? I can send down to the kitchen for it." As she has no intention of moving again until she has to.

[oldestbeloved.livejournal.com]

"Hmm." He doesn't really have a taste for anything. Although he does have some ideas. "Something light, I suppose. Light and sweet, perhaps. Something that can be eaten with the fingers, with no need for table utensils."

Definitely some ideas.

[birthrightgreen.livejournal.com]

She chuckles, liking the sound of that. With a smile she sends down to the kitchen for some berries and cream with light fingerfood type pastries to eat them on for a bit more sustenance if they want them.

In the meantime she finishes her water, then closes her eyes, tracing fingers over his chest.

[oldestbeloved.livejournal.com]

His smirk widens just a bit upon hearing what she's sending for. The glasses set aside, he settles his arms around her and traces a fingertip down the length of her spine, from the nape of her neck to the upper curve of her buttocks.