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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 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.

[oldestbeloved.livejournal.com]

His breath comes slow but ragged, head falling back a little. Fingertips digging into her shoulder, into her thigh. After a moment he forces the hand on her thigh to relax. And his fingertips slip between her legs, over their joining. Brushing through her curls, brushing at the dampness there.

[birthrightgreen.livejournal.com]

She slides over his fingers as she moves her hips. Her lips slide to his ear, a low, breathy moan escaping her throat. She rests her teeth on his earlobe, nibbling sharply, soothing with her tongue over it after.

She keeps her pace slow, resisting the urge to ride him harder, sliding up, then down, then swirling around him smoothly in a small figure eight. Then repeating. Then again.

[oldestbeloved.livejournal.com]

He groans, control fraying as he tries to thrust harder into her, more urgent. His fingertips slide over her clit, over the base of his cock as she rises, over anything he can touch. He nuzzles a little at her cheek, tongue flicking over her neck, then biting, hard but careful.

[birthrightgreen.livejournal.com]

She cries out softly at the bite, moaning at his touches. Her movements speed up, but just a touch. The rhythm loses some of its smoothness, but she clings to it. Nails into his skin as she tilts her head to the side for him, keeping her teeth at his ear, suckling gently.

[oldestbeloved.livejournal.com]

Groans turn almost into growls, his hand drawn almost painfully tight as he controls himself, teasing fingertips along her clit, along the base of his cock. The rest of his body trembles, thrusting awkwardly back against her, shuddering as pain and pleasure surge from the scrape of her nails.

[birthrightgreen.livejournal.com]

Her rhythm falters more as she starts to tremble against him. The brush of his fingers nearly sends her over the edge by themselves. Her moans become soft cries, until she's almost just pleading for release, raising her hips and moving back down him, hard. Once. Twice. Control snapping as her climax hits her, washing over her in wave after wave.

[oldestbeloved.livejournal.com]

He keeps his fingertips over her clit till the stimulation's almost more cruel than pleasurable. His head falls back with a faint thud that's lost in the hoarse scream of climax, shuddering violently beneath and inside her.

[birthrightgreen.livejournal.com]

She keeps her nails dug into his skin to keep from screaming as he keep playing over her sensitive skin. Writhing a little, her teeth finding his throat and biting down, as shudders keep roaring through her at the feel of him, at his touch. At his release.

[oldestbeloved.livejournal.com]

Another little gasp, and, gods. He'd come again if it were physically possible, so soon. But his body just starts to shut down, or at least shudder into weary relaxation, and his hand finally moves away to clamp down on her sweat-damp thigh.

[birthrightgreen.livejournal.com]

It takes her a moment to realize things have stopped. Slowly, very slowly, the lets up with teeth and nails, relaxing against his chest, head on his shoulder, trembling still as she fights to catch her breath.

[oldestbeloved.livejournal.com]

He forces his arms to relax, folding her into a more gentle embrace. His breath rattles into and out of his chest, stuttering for a moment and almost stopping entirely. And then, laughter. Soft and breathless and he kisses her cheek, kisses her temple, hugging her close.

"Gods..."

[birthrightgreen.livejournal.com]

She smiles, sliding her arms around him and pressing a kiss to his neck. Still a little breathless, but warm and langorous and comfortable.

"You've said that before...I take it it's a signifier of pleasure?"

[oldestbeloved.livejournal.com]

"Mmm." He chuckles, snuggling his arms around her. Kissing her again, soft little licks, tasting her sweat. "Much in the same way that you gasp 'Mother Night' or 'Hell's fire.'" And he sounds amused that he manages to elicit such sounds from her.

[birthrightgreen.livejournal.com]

She shivers a little at the brush of his tongue, tightening her arms around him. A smile dances on her lips, amused, still curious.

"And these gods are that which your Hell is missing?"

[oldestbeloved.livejournal.com]

It amuses him that she wants to discuss religion now. "In one sense. Perhaps a third of the population of the world is of that faith." He strokes her hair, thinking. How best to explain the religions of the world to her, or at least of that world.

[birthrightgreen.livejournal.com]

"Faith?" She frowns slightly, fingers moving to stroke his cheek, trying to sort it through. "But what is 'god' that this Hell is without? You said something about unconditional love. Is 'god' another word for love in your land?"

She gives him a slightly rueful smile, amused at herself, even as she purrs under the fingers in her hair. "We don't have this word in our language."

[oldestbeloved.livejournal.com]

He laughs softly, turns his head to kiss her palm before resting his cheek in her hand. "That is one ... facet of it. It's a long and complicated explanation. We can review it now, if you like." Continuing to stroke her hair. It's something to pass the time while they recover, and enjoyable to him as anything else.

[birthrightgreen.livejournal.com]

She grins a little, and shifts to settle across his lap rather than straddling him, winding one arm around his neck. She calls the neglected berries, whipped cream and shortbread over, setting the platter on the bed beside them.

She dips a berry in the cream, then holds it up to his lips. "Tell me?"

[oldestbeloved.livejournal.com]

He smiles, taking the berry from her hand with his lips, teasing his tongue over her finger before taking it into his mouth. He makes a small show of savoring it, licking the juice and cream from his lips.

"The largest of the faiths, another term for which might be way of life, or life path... belief system. It is called Judeo-Christianity, and the word brings together both the old form of the faith and the new. They do have several things in common, however."

His voice is easy to listen to, and there's a smile hovering about his mouth, but somehow he's managed to switch from seducer to teacher.

[birthrightgreen.livejournal.com]

She nibbles at a couple of berries while she listens attentively. The tiniest of frowns wrinkles her forehead for a moment, as she glances at him. "Belief systems? People believe differently about...what?"

[oldestbeloved.livejournal.com]

"About things for which there is no tangible proof, nothing that can be seen or smelled or tasted or touched. About what happens after death, and before life, and in the world around them. Some believe that their lives are laid out before they are born, that fate rules. And some believe that they have choice, free will."

[birthrightgreen.livejournal.com]

"There is debate as to what happens after death?" Her look is highly skeptical. "How can no one know? Do you never speak to your dead?"

"Fate. Yes. What is woven and what webs can be rewoven? The paths the future holds if we travel the same path we are on now. But there are always other paths. Those that don't believe this...who do they think decides?"

[oldestbeloved.livejournal.com]

Slight smile. "I do. But then, I am not human. Humans do not, as a general rule, speak to their dead. There are those who believe they do. There are those who do, but they are viewed as madmen and charlatans."

Thoughtful, he nibbles at another berry for a moment before answering. That's more of a personal question than most of the divine talk, but. Well, not now. "Gods. Beings that are ... powerful, ineffable. Or the universe, which is often given something of a human personality so that they can feel they understand it better. This is, of course, for those that believe their actions, their lives are predetermined."