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savantofhate:

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“what indeed?” They hiss back, bouncing giddily. They stop a moment and lean closer to Lucifer, glancing him over and inhaling his scent. They narrow their eyes. “how long have you been topside?”

The vessel nearly reacts upon flinch-instinct, but Lucifer restrains, simply turning his gaze upon the hoarde of creatures that form one. _{“Oh, not very long.} When the Winchester’s decided it would be a good idea to take the matters of God into their hands is when my cage crumbled. I thought it was smart of them, but when they find out, I don’t think they’ll appreciate it so much. There is no one left to fight me—well, not counting you sorts, but I’ve got no intention of doing such a thing for a very long time. 

They sturgeon with a nod and lean away, letting one foot kick out from under them. “what have the devil and the beast to bicker over, anyway? plenty of ground to cover between your kingdom and ours. a war like that can’t be rushed.” They step away, kicking their limbs out in lazy circles like a child, round blue eyes focused up on the bright meteor shower overhead. “now that our boy has done us the courtesy of bringing heaven to earth—will you be bringing your hell along as well?”

theangelisgone:

wearethenewmanagement:

theangelisgone:

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castielofthursday:

wearethenewmanagement:

They can hear them falling.

Holy fire is extinguished by seawater. They rise up and catch the angels as they drift in open water, offering each an option before they devour them. Some of them agree. Most of them crunch delectably between their teeth, building their strength.

They rise above the waters in Castiel’s repaired flesh—though some wounds may never heal completely—and gaze at the sky, eyes round with wonder and delight.

“Ctharanak,” They murmur with a broad smile. “always above and beyond the call of duty. we could not have asked for a better pick-me-up.”

He feels more than he sees the leviathans return. It would make sense that they would during the midst of the single greatest disaster he had ever caused to befall angel kind. Releasing leviathans wasn’t enough for him it seemed. Causing a civil war in heaven was him just getting started, oh yes indeed. The famous Spanner in the works was just warming up with that one. Just gearing up for the main event of unleashing leviathans and taking out a good portion of angels in heaven, masquerading as a God. Followed by the finale of casting all angels out of heaven.

He’s by the waters edge, waiting for them to come and find him. He’s ready to go home.

Leviastiel walks up through the surf to Castiel and doesn’t speak until they’re a mere few feet away from the angel, red suit dripping black back into the ocean. 

“it’s a funny thing,” They smirk, “being cut off from home, isn’t it? even our keepsakes of yours are beginning to flicker.”

savantofhate:

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They smiled, broad daggerteeth having no regard or respect for the boundaries of Castiels face. “it is quite a party,” They agreed, hands shoved in their coatpockets as they rocked back and forth on their heels.

Inclining the jaw of his temporary vessel, Lucifer presses the humans knuckles against his tail bone, teeming on his heels. “I’m just observing, wondering what they’re going to do next.” He was honest, however swift or short, tilting his head to view the remnants of the fall—splashes of new stars and cosmos line the blanketed velvet

“what indeed?” They hiss back, bouncing giddily. They stop a moment and lean closer to Lucifer, glancing him over and inhaling his scent. They narrow their eyes. “how long have you been topside?”

timelessbeast asked: "wondering," it begins, bristling its shoulders, baring teeth, "how many fallen did you consume? may it be a competition." a broad smile lifts the vessels lips, cracking at the edges, breaking and splitting up to the sclera of the vessels eyes before traveling to meet the back of the vessels head. a bright light burns under the travelling split, signifying their consumed value.

They leer back, tongues slowly tracing along each daggered tooth in their smile. “the night is young,” they hiss, and no glow rises to meet Behemoth’s challenge. “and there’s so much to be done with these little lights before they go out for good.”

divinelydeluded:

wearethenewmanagement:

terribly obvious why we’d be interested, but—haven’t you got one too many halos to be so invested in FATHER’S grave?

… the kids? My kids? The angels have fallen, everything’s gone to shit. The one being who could actually do anything about it is lying down in some hammock somewhere convinced that it isn’t His problem. He needs to suffer. He needs to pay this consequence.

I want to give this world a balance. It’s time human beings weren’t so blind to the creatures that surrounded them— why the secrecy anyway? If they want to survive in a new world, they’ll have to adapt. If you helped me, I wouldn’t lock you away in some forsaken plane of existence, and you would be with your Beloved.

If I let you hunt as you wanted, would you help me? You can’t devour the world, it wouldn’t be in your favor— because all you have to do is think about it. Your food supply would diminish into nothing, then you’d start eating the world until there’s nothing but a black void left and when there’s nothing, absolutely nothing left, what would you do? Eat Beloved? Eat yourselves?

That’s the one thing I’d ask of you, besides helping me secure God’s throne, is that you hunt— but as needed.

oh.

ohohohohoho.

so it’s the throne you’re after.

you’re all so concerned over us sweeping up the world in our jaws. as if anything you could say or do could stop us. it’s as sure as the heat-death of the universe, sweetmeats; it is already happening, has already happened, will always happen. as if the end were something to fear—!

and don’t worry your sweet beating heart, roxanne. you needn’t let us—or ours—do anything. we’ll find a way to trudge along like we always have, with or without your surely well-intended consent.

we’re almost positive you don’t understand the full breadth of what you’re asking. but if you want this—really want it—we will help you.