zomg parody drabble!
Ahaha. I'm so, so sorry. And I blame Claire.
Characters: Lucifer, Crowley, and Michael; no pairing
Rating: PG for -- er, swearing
Lucifer sat in a first class seat of the airplane, sipping at his martini and occasionally glancing at the in-flight movie in a bored fashion. Meanwhile, near the rear of the plane, Crowley was squashed between a slightly overweight middle-aged woman (with three constantly squabbling children in the seats behind her), and an elderly, hard of hearing man, who told Crowley the story of how he lost his leg in the war. Ten times, and he was starting on the eleventh. Thank G-- Sa-- Someone for iPods and headphones.
Why were the Lord of Hell and an insignificant demon flying somewhere on an airplane? To check up on their home away from home, of course. And since Crowley had botched up the Apocalypse so horribly, he was now Lucifer's personal lackey.
The plane landed at their final destination, Denmark, and the passengers impatiently took off their seatbelts before the light went off, piling into the aisle with their carry-on luggage. Five minutes later, the light still hadn't went off, and the passengers, disgruntled after a 10 hour flight with only repeats of Seinfeld to watch, began to mutiny.
Well, not really, but there was much annoyed grumbling.
Suddenly, the door to the plane burst into flames and fell open, and an angel with a large, silver sword stumbled in -- glaring in an imperious manner at the stunned passengers.
"There better not be any motherfucking snakes on this motherfucking plane." The Archangel Michael growled.
Crowley sunk into his seat, making a desperate attempt to hide behind his sunglasses. This was going to be a very long trip, indeed.
Characters: Lucifer, Crowley, and Michael; no pairing
Rating: PG for -- er, swearing
Lucifer sat in a first class seat of the airplane, sipping at his martini and occasionally glancing at the in-flight movie in a bored fashion. Meanwhile, near the rear of the plane, Crowley was squashed between a slightly overweight middle-aged woman (with three constantly squabbling children in the seats behind her), and an elderly, hard of hearing man, who told Crowley the story of how he lost his leg in the war. Ten times, and he was starting on the eleventh. Thank G-- Sa-- Someone for iPods and headphones.
Why were the Lord of Hell and an insignificant demon flying somewhere on an airplane? To check up on their home away from home, of course. And since Crowley had botched up the Apocalypse so horribly, he was now Lucifer's personal lackey.
The plane landed at their final destination, Denmark, and the passengers impatiently took off their seatbelts before the light went off, piling into the aisle with their carry-on luggage. Five minutes later, the light still hadn't went off, and the passengers, disgruntled after a 10 hour flight with only repeats of Seinfeld to watch, began to mutiny.
Well, not really, but there was much annoyed grumbling.
Suddenly, the door to the plane burst into flames and fell open, and an angel with a large, silver sword stumbled in -- glaring in an imperious manner at the stunned passengers.
"There better not be any motherfucking snakes on this motherfucking plane." The Archangel Michael growled.
Crowley sunk into his seat, making a desperate attempt to hide behind his sunglasses. This was going to be a very long trip, indeed.