First fic ever in English, hope it's good anyway. .u. There's a side of Destiel too, hope you don't mind!
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They say that the best trick the devil ever pulled out was making the whole world believe he didn’t exist. You, on the other hand, have every possible reason to strongly disagree.
He hadn’t looked discouraged at all by your lack of knowledge of the pop culture he had enjoyed using to tease Sam, not at all. Actually, it only seemed to intrigue him even more, like the entire situation were nothing but a game, and he had just reached a brand new level to explore. These thoughts aren’t completely yours, but more of a far-off memory, some sentence you’d heard between a hunt and a break, in another context, but it still sounds like it makes sense anyway. Maybe those words are the only thing that’s making sense, as of now.
A sharp pain flows through your body as a wooden stick falls with unusual violence against your forehead, something that you shouldn’t be able to feel with such clearness, but it’s just one of the many incoherencies that have been going on, lately. Some part of your mind appears to suggest that he might have covered it in holy oil, or the steel from the angel blades, or the ashes of some dead angel’s wings, and you really don’t want to think about it. You twitch, biting your lower lip so hard it starts bleeding, jerking away in a desperate attempt to get the furthest you can from the monster that leans over you. You know you can’t run.
Because he’s in you, and you can’t escape from yourself. It’s so much more than the terror of an enemy.
Espicially now that you are alone.
– Pay attention to the class, Castiel. We’re not even halfway through our lesson. Actually, I’d say it’s just the beginning, don’t you think? We have so much time to spend here together. Almost the eternity –
He’s careful to underline those final words with a sudden lowering of his voice, and it’s enough to make you shiver.
– I never got to know properly all my siblings. Aren’t you glad we finally get some quality time all for us, little brother? –
He’s closer now. Even with your eyes closed, you can see his shadow over you, almost feel the heat of his breath against your ear, a scent that smells like roses and blood at once.
– Shall we go back to our little movie, then? –
He brushes his nose against your stubble, just the lightest touch, but you still startle like a wave of pure electricity has cracked against your skin.
He can’t harm you by sleep deprivation, or food poisoning. But he can do worse.
He can scratch against the limbs of your Grace.
And it hurts. It hurts like a thousand needles piercing all together through the sensitive skin of a human, like pure acid flowing through your veins. What hurts the most, though, in that physical kind of torture, is that your Grace seems eager to jump into the arms of the Morning Star of its own will. It’s fascinated by that creature, the Most Beautiful, the Favorite child amongst them all, it feels drawn to him, like a planet to the sun. Maybe it’s your head that’s just too broken, but you’re perfectly able to see Lucifer’s true form, beneath the layers of clothes and that meatsuit.
It’s twisted. It’s horrifying and stunning at once: his wings are mangled and bloody, yet their curve is graceful. His light is covered in dirt and ashes, yet it manages to be equally blinding. It’s in order not to see all of that, because you find it disgusting and your own nature betrays you here, finding it highly charming, that you keep your eyes shut most of the time, when it’s still possible.
But Lucifer said he wanted to see the movie.
And while you’re not sure how he managed to get a perfectly functioning TV in your head, with a remote and everything, this is a far worse torture than the one he inflicts to your Grace.
Fill: Libera nos a malo - part 1
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They say that the best trick the devil ever pulled out was making the whole world believe he didn’t exist. You, on the other hand, have every possible reason to strongly disagree.
He hadn’t looked discouraged at all by your lack of knowledge of the pop culture he had enjoyed using to tease Sam, not at all. Actually, it only seemed to intrigue him even more, like the entire situation were nothing but a game, and he had just reached a brand new level to explore. These thoughts aren’t completely yours, but more of a far-off memory, some sentence you’d heard between a hunt and a break, in another context, but it still sounds like it makes sense anyway. Maybe those words are the only thing that’s making sense, as of now.
A sharp pain flows through your body as a wooden stick falls with unusual violence against your forehead, something that you shouldn’t be able to feel with such clearness, but it’s just one of the many incoherencies that have been going on, lately. Some part of your mind appears to suggest that he might have covered it in holy oil, or the steel from the angel blades, or the ashes of some dead angel’s wings, and you really don’t want to think about it. You twitch, biting your lower lip so hard it starts bleeding, jerking away in a desperate attempt to get the furthest you can from the monster that leans over you. You know you can’t run.
Because he’s in you, and you can’t escape from yourself. It’s so much more than the terror of an enemy.
Espicially now that you are alone.
– Pay attention to the class, Castiel. We’re not even halfway through our lesson. Actually, I’d say it’s just the beginning, don’t you think? We have so much time to spend here together. Almost the eternity –
He’s careful to underline those final words with a sudden lowering of his voice, and it’s enough to make you shiver.
– I never got to know properly all my siblings. Aren’t you glad we finally get some quality time all for us, little brother? –
He’s closer now. Even with your eyes closed, you can see his shadow over you, almost feel the heat of his breath against your ear, a scent that smells like roses and blood at once.
– Shall we go back to our little movie, then? –
He brushes his nose against your stubble, just the lightest touch, but you still startle like a wave of pure electricity has cracked against your skin.
He can’t harm you by sleep deprivation, or food poisoning. But he can do worse.
He can scratch against the limbs of your Grace.
And it hurts. It hurts like a thousand needles piercing all together through the sensitive skin of a human, like pure acid flowing through your veins. What hurts the most, though, in that physical kind of torture, is that your Grace seems eager to jump into the arms of the Morning Star of its own will. It’s fascinated by that creature, the Most Beautiful, the Favorite child amongst them all, it feels drawn to him, like a planet to the sun. Maybe it’s your head that’s just too broken, but you’re perfectly able to see Lucifer’s true form, beneath the layers of clothes and that meatsuit.
It’s twisted. It’s horrifying and stunning at once: his wings are mangled and bloody, yet their curve is graceful. His light is covered in dirt and ashes, yet it manages to be equally blinding. It’s in order not to see all of that, because you find it disgusting and your own nature betrays you here, finding it highly charming, that you keep your eyes shut most of the time, when it’s still possible.
But Lucifer said he wanted to see the movie.
And while you’re not sure how he managed to get a perfectly functioning TV in your head, with a remote and everything, this is a far worse torture than the one he inflicts to your Grace.
This is Hell.