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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]

She teases at his tongue with hers, fingers sliding down his arm, then back up again, over his shoulder. She hooks the leg he's stroking over his for more support, sliding her arm around his shoulders in a gentle embrace.

[oldestbeloved.livejournal.com]

He doesn't quite laugh into her mouth, more into her mind, a delighted and almost joyous sound. Something of darkness in it just keeping it from real joy, but delighting in the touch nonetheless.

A shift of the shoulders settles him more firmly into her arm, wrapping his arm just a little more snugly around her. His fingertips continue to tease over her skin.

[birthrightgreen.livejournal.com]

She sends back her own shiver of delight, brush of joy against his mind at the way he feels against her. She presses closer, but keeps the kiss langorous.

A rattle of china and silver, as a platter of shortbread and bowls of berries and cream appear on the table, possibly with a bit more emphasis than necessary.

[oldestbeloved.livejournal.com]

One arched eyebrow, and he chuckles softly against her mouth.

*Are you still inclined towards refreshments, my sweet Surreal?*

[birthrightgreen.livejournal.com]

*I'm inclined toward a lot of things...* Her own husky chuckle in response, as she breaks the kiss, meeting his eyes. *Refreshments have suddenly shifted lower on the list*

[oldestbeloved.livejournal.com]

*Lower...?*

He shifts his lower body against her.

[birthrightgreen.livejournal.com]

She purrs, her leg tightening over his hip, pulling him even closer.

*Far lower.*

[oldestbeloved.livejournal.com]

He shifts again, pulls her to straddle his lap. PUlls her close, just pressing his body against hers and reveling in her warmth. And, clearly, taking pleasure in it.

*Mm. And what did you have in mind for this... lower?*

[birthrightgreen.livejournal.com]

She rocks against him, sliding over him, as she lowers her head to kiss him again, tongue thrusting slowly into his mouth.

*Something slow. Deep. Hard.*

[oldestbeloved.livejournal.com]

Small moan into her mouth, hips thrusting gently up to her. Both hands, now, sliding to her hips and fingertips digging into the soft flesh, holding her firmly and pressing against her.

*Yes.* Hungry. Wanting. Accepting.

[birthrightgreen.livejournal.com]

She shifts, lifting, just enough to let him slide inside, slowly lowering to sheath him with a moan.

[oldestbeloved.livejournal.com]

He gasps, and it seems to last until he's deep inside her, and then it slides into a groan. And for a moment he just holds her there, over him, regaining equilibrium and breath.

[birthrightgreen.livejournal.com]

She settles against him, muscles tightening around his shaft, feeling every inch of him. She trembles, fingers clutching at his shoulders, steadying her breathing, trying to find its rhythm, his rhythm. After a moment she circles her hips experimentally.

[oldestbeloved.livejournal.com]

He sucks in a breath at her movement, a little choked-off moan. His fingertips press into her flesh and crawl, slowly, up her sides. Up to her breasts. Caressing at the curves under her breath, sliding over her nipples, pinching lightly.

[birthrightgreen.livejournal.com]

She arches into his hands with a moan, undulating her hips as she does so, letting her head fall back.

"Samael..."

[oldestbeloved.livejournal.com]

Another light pinch, breathless as she moves around him, palms sliding up to cup her breasts, softly brushing the center of his palms over her nipples for a moment. Further up, hands cupping her face as gentle as he might hold a butterfly whose wings had not yet dried. So careful. Soft kiss to her mouth.

"Surreal." Her name rolling from his lips like a caress. "Beautiful Surreal."

[birthrightgreen.livejournal.com]

She whimpers slightly against his mouth, letting the sound of his voice wash along her nerves. The delicacy of his touch seems to highlight where their bodies are joined. The returns the kiss, just as softly, rocking against him again, tightening around him in slow, rhythmic pulses.

[oldestbeloved.livejournal.com]

After the first two times he is more languid, more relaxed as he rocks his hips beneath her. He slides his fingers into her hair, lifting the mass of dark curls ever so slowly and letting it fall through her fingers, caressing over his hands and down her neck and back with slow precision. His kisses remain light.

"Surreal." His voice is still a caress, rolling and reverberating in an almost choral fashion. Low and sensual and sliding into her senses. "Beautiful, powerful Surreal." Kissing her mouth, words interspersed with kisses, singsong as his voice rises and falls, admiring. "So wonderful, to feel you, to move inside you..."

[birthrightgreen.livejournal.com]

She undulates in counterpoint to his rocking, pulling him as deep inside as her as he will go. Her fingers stroke through his hair, caressing his scalp and neck. She returns the kisses, opening to his voice, letting it pull her back into that sensual focus.

"You're so beautiful." A husky murmur against his lips. "And Mother Night, but you feel amazing, filling me completely..."

[oldestbeloved.livejournal.com]

Soft laughter, affectionate and loving, filling the air around them. His hips jerk upwards just a little, deliberately creating a small hooking movement, once, twice.

"So soft," he murmurs around a groan. "So soft, and yet so strong." Definitely appreciative, in a very male sort of way, delicate lust.

[birthrightgreen.livejournal.com]

She groans as he brushes against her inner walls, fingers tightening on his skin, nails biting in. Smiles against his lips, nipping at them a little. A purr at his appreciation, stroking her fingers down his back.

"And you so very hard." She squeezes around him for emphasis, lifting her hips slightly, then coming back down on him hard, pulling him deeper.

[oldestbeloved.livejournal.com]

An answering groan from him at the touch of her nails, arching involuntarily this time. His fingertips press into her shoulders, for anchor, for stability.

His breathing starts to quicken, just a bit. His kisses become just a little more urgent but no less careful, passion in every moment of it. Smirking against her mouth, one arm snakes around her shoulders again to hold them both together, the other slipping back over her breast again.

[birthrightgreen.livejournal.com]

She slides her hands down his back, then rakes her nails back up, deep and slow as she slides up him, then back down, finding a rhythm. A tiny growl against his lips, kissing harder.

[oldestbeloved.livejournal.com]

He groans, shuddering under her nails, breath rasping in as the gentle touch of pain flares into pleasure. He presses his mouth to hers, thrusting his tongue deep into her mouth, caressing her from within.

His fingertips slide over her nipples, touching, then scraping lightly, then pinching. Twisting. Then down, thumb caressing over her breast and fingers over her side. His hand comes to rest on her upper thigh with a suggestion of where it might go next.

[birthrightgreen.livejournal.com]

She whimpers a little at his touch, continuing to ride him very slowly, more undulation than anything, small figure eights with her hips, inner muscles caressing him.

Her fingers slide back to his hair, slipping through it, stroking as she kisses him deeply.