Lucifer/Castiel Roleplay Log
Castiel sighed when he finally appeared in the warehouse. He wasn't sure why he agreed to such a meeting, with such a person, but maybe, just maybe something could be said or done... or maybe he'd end up dying. Looking around, he stood his ground, before taking a shallow breath, fingers playing at the blade hidden in his sleeve, just in case. Closing his eyes, he looked down for a moment and then back up, not even flinching when the other was in view. "...Brother."
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It wasn't so much the flutter of wings or even the sound of the other's voice that alerted him. No, it was the awful warmth that spread into the freezing building, the calling card of an angel's Grace. A familiar presence, long lost on him, now serving as a reminder of what his own Grace had become. Ugly, tarnished. It made his stomach churn. Still, Castiel's voice brought a strange sort of smirk to the corner of his lips and he turned from a broken window, staring down from the rafters at the lesser angel. "Brother," and though it was a respectful term, there was a bitterness to it, something cruel and mocking. "I almost thought you weren't going to come."
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"I wasn't." Castiel replied, still looking up at the other, his eyes darkening slightly, a mixture of anger and sadness, but only momentarily. Straightening slightly, his fingers that once danced across the blade stopped as he turned away from the other to wipe his hand on the wall, seemingly bored and unafraid of the other. "Why did you call me? I would think I'd be the last person on... around, that you'd want to see... let alone speak to." He turned his attention back to the other, still expressionless and flat, as though it weren't even the 'Ruler of Hell' he was speaking to, but more of a wall.
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Lucifer smiled.
"But still, you're here." He began a gradual descent down the rickety stairs, taking his time. He had patience. An overwhelming amount of patience that had been pounded into his skull since the day he was locked in the cage. It was either learn to be patient or go crazy. And Lucifer was much too brilliant and much too stubborn to go crazy. "You know why you're here." He sauntered down another step, paused and regarded Castiel curiously. "If you didn't, you wouldn't be here." Another smile. /I know something you don't know./ "We're the same, Castiel."
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"I didn't pay much attention to your reasoning. No one really does. They just think you're..." Castiel paused in thought for a moment and then continued. "Off." He stated and then stepped closer to where the other lingered. "You may have time to play around, Lucifer, but some of us have things to do. Get to your point." He demanded. Castiel wished he could feel something while being in his Brother's presence; anger, sadness, maybe a flutter of something. But nothing, not even a prick in the side. But it was probably denial. "If you don't give me a reason to stay, I'm leaving."
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The smile remained in place, unfazed by the insult, the degradation of being told to 'hurry up' by someone like Castiel. And no, he wasn't going to get to the point, not when the point was so finite that it would take years for Castiel to fully appreciate it. "You and I both know that the most important thing on your list right now is finding and stopping me." He gestured to himself and that smile suddenly seemed cruel as he said, "So I suggest you not screw things over for yourself by running away and instead open that tiny mind of yours to what I have to say." And there was that spark behind his eyes, lurking and leering, watching. Pure manipulative evil. "It could just save your life."
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Now he gave him a brief glare, his eyes narrowing just barely as he watched the other, his fingers playing on the blade again. "Why are you toying with me, Lucifer? This isn't a game, you of all people should know that. I know my place and what I'm supposed to do." He advanced on the other again, stepping up the stairs until he was just one below the other. "If you had planned to kill me, you'd have done it already. So what is this about, you have my attention, so say something to keep it." He wasn't sure what was making him so bold, but he suddenly couldn't help it. Maybe it was showing 'Big Brother' that he wasn't afraid.
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Lucifer wasn't an easy force to move. He'd spent ages forming ideas, circulating plans and preparing his Apocalypse. There was nothing that would stop him, no opposing force that could move him. And the more that someone pushed him, the more he pushed back. Brilliant, stubborn and completely self-absorbed. "I don't know why you're fighting me, Castiel." He said, almost as if this was all part of the discussion he'd meant to be having. "And honestly, I don't care to know why." Lucifer's head tipped to the side and he gazed down at Castiel, that evil smirk trailing off of his lips, seeming to disappear, his features turning harsh. "But if you don't stop fighting me, you'll end up just like me."
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"You know why I'm fighting you." Castiel replied. He wanted nothing more then to end Lucifer, right then and there, but he knew he couldn't, not alone... and he knew he'd die trying. "I don't need your warnings." He stated and then looked away, towards the windows. "We will stop you, your plans won't work. The Winchesters and I, we'll win." Looking back up at the other, he stared at him for a moment, like he was analyzing him. "And I'll never be like you. I'll never go so low as you have, Lucifer. I was chosen to protect, not... " He shook his head. "Enough with this, what is the real reason I'm here?"
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The Devil might've baited Castiel along, might've tried to keep his attention, keep him wandering around in circles with little crumbs of information. He kept the other's eyesight, that evil something lurking there again, threatening to bubble up and lunge out at Castiel at any moment. But he sighed, it quelled and he turned away, beginning to walk back up the stairs. "I knew you would come." He said finally, reaching the top and walking across the platform, where foremen once stood, overlooking their overworked, underpaid employees, ensuring that the balance of power never tilted.
He stopped there and braced himself against the railing, looking down at the rundown warehouse, the overtipped tables, the broken machinery. The pieces all scattered and missing, just like his world and the one he intended to overcome. To make neat and tidy with ravaging destruction, a mass scourge that would put all the little cogs back into place. And he'd oversee it all, polish it when it got dirty to avoid anything like creation from ever happening again.
He turned and stared at Castiel, dull at first. "You look around and you see beauty in this world. I see a broken clock that needs fixing." He sighed and glanced back out over the factory floor, eyes sweeping it, picking out the minute details. "With pieces missing." His lips twitched again, threatening always to smile. He dragged his eyes slowly back to Castiel and there it was, that smile. I know something that you don't know. "And what better way to secure those pieces than to drag away their only source of protection?"
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Castiel almost let out a chuckle as he listened to the other before starting back down the stairs, not bothering to follow the other. He too looked over the warehouse and then sighed. "I see the world as what our Father wanted it to be, I see all of the things that could have been. But you're wrong. I see your side as well, Lucifer. I'm not blind to the Sin, like you think." He started to walk out into the warehouse, sliding his hand over one of the machines and wiping off the dust.
"I see the parts you're speaking of. The 'missing ones'. They're not missing, they're hidden... from people like you. The rightous, the good... things you can't be." He didn't even bother turning back. Now he understood. Some kind of ploy to get him away from his dependants, keep him distracted. He didn't even change his expression. "They'll be fine." The Angel said and then paused, stopping his walk into the warehouse for a moment. "Lucifer, have you ever asked yourself... putting this Apocalypse behind us... the Falling... the defiance..."
"Have you ever once asked yourself, 'do I still love my Brothers'?"
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Lucifer was confident in his carefully structured plans. Like a child with his tower of building blocks, so delicately constructing them, gently adding block after block until a masterful tower was created. And all the way, never questioning the fact that things could go wrong. Never once asking what might happen, who might come along and give the center block a sudden push. Everything set up so carefully, lain to waste by something like a sigh.
That question, and the blow it dealt, was that sigh. The tremble of emotion, the bubbling up of pain and torment and suffering and thousands of years, sitting and waiting, lonesome. All built up beyond impenetrable fences of plotting and hate and spite. It all came rushing forward suddenly, shoving to grip him by his chest and force out that heavy sigh. Castiel could never know or begin to understand the damage he had dealt, the amount of restructuring it would take for Lucifer to rebuild his little block towers.
He turned from the railing, his back to the other angel now, eyes going back to his broken windowpanes. The skyline was dark, no streetlights nearby to light up anything of remote interest, but his eyes were seeing past the physical world at this point and into a dangerous, painful territory of memories and longing. "Of course I still love them," his voice was quiet. He needn't be loud for Castiel to hear him, he wasn't even sure if he wanted to be heard or if he just wanted to admit this little fact to himself.
"Run back along to your sheep, Castiel." He said suddenly, his voice breaking the rather chilling, heavy silence. No doubt Sam would be 'safe' in one of his demon's hands by now. "If they haven't strayed too far from the path."
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He could feel the tension his question brought, he knew he'd struck a cord. Whether Lucfier would admit it or not, Castiel knew him better than he thought. Lucifer wasn't the only one with secrets or upper hands. For a moment, he waited, trying to see if they other made an effort to actually retaliate further. When nothing came, he changed his game.
It wasn't long before the Angel was behind the other, his arms slowly and awkwardly wrapped about the other's torso, drawing him close. Castiel stayed silent, trying to show he was making no effort to hurt the other, but just to... albeit very awkwardly, show the other he heard him. He knew.
He stayed silent, his arms sliding away, returning to his sides as he simply lingered behind Lucifer, waiting for a response. Something.
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You didn't touch Lucifer. You got down on your hands and knees and you waited and maybe, if you were lucky or in any way useful, he might touch you. But you never touched him first. Demons were exorcised and permanently erased from existence for getting in his breathing space, let alone touching him. Even with his brothers and all the lower classes of angels, he hated being touched without explicit permission.
Barriers. He played it off as being too good for anyone else and no one would have guessed otherwise. That somewhere beneath that evil grin and that devilish spark in his eyes, that he was afraid of being hurt again. And in all fairness, even he wasn't aware of that. He just knew that he hated being touched and right now, Castiel's arms around him drove him insane. His muscles tightened. The swirl of emotions swelled and jumped, angrily battering at his inner barricades, begging to be free.
He didn't touch Castiel back. Didn't bother to shove the other away, just waited to be released from the rather intimate hug. And even then, he didn't respond, not immediately. The pent up emotion and thoughts bubbled nearer to the surface with every breath he took and eventually, he sighed, wishing them away.
"Why are you still here?" Always pushing.
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"Why are you?" He questioned flatly. He knew his 'Brother'. He knew his was just holding it in, hiding it, not wanting to admit that he was reacting inside. Castiel barely let out a sigh before closing his eyes in thought. "Lucifer..." He tried to think of the right words to say, but nothing would come out, at least not correctly.
He too found it strange to be touched. From all of the times the Winchesters, or rather Dean, had thrown their arms around him, shown him compassion and care... it really hadn't changed. It was still strange, surreal to him. A foreign concept. Reaching forward again, to test the waters, he repeated his action, this time letting it linger. He knew the risks, he knew the reprocussions, but he didn't care.
"I don't know what I'm doing. If it gets me killed, I'm sure there's a reason for it. But right now... these are my actions. Retaliate as you see fit."
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"Leave."
He didn't answer the other's question. He could have easily taken off, flown away and disappeared and Castiel would be the one left alone in the dark, cold warehouse. But a part of him didn't want to be the one that pushed away. He didn't want to abandon things anymore, didn't want to rebel and carve his own niche in history. No, as sick as it seemed, running away right now would only betray further weakness. And now that he had taken a side, he refused to bow down from it.
His hands reached down and gripped tightly onto Castiel's wrists, yanking them apart as he spun around, fire in his eyes as he stared down his brother. He could kill Castiel, easily. Without effort, really. Destroy him and rip his pretty little wings off, dirty them and show him what it was like to be trapped in a cage for centuries. He wanted to see this rebellious little angel in submission, curled up in a corner with dead eyes that saw past dark city skylines and into the nothing that was past them. He wanted to break Castiel.
He released the other's wrists. The flash dulled. He swallowed hard.
"Leave now."
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"Make me."
Castiel didn't even wince when the other grabbed his wrists, instead he looked at him intently, ready to strike or fight back if he needed to. He was losing his will to fight the other at the moment, though. He didn't want to. He didn't want them to fight at all, in fact, he wanted it to stop, and for things to be right again... but that would never happen.
When he looked into Lucifer's eyes, he could see his intentions. Not quite what, but he knew they were dark. When his wrists where released, instead of letting them return to his sides, he simply moved forward, letting his hands rest on the glass behind the other, on either side of his shoulders. "Push all you want, unless you kill me, or leave first, I'm not going anywhere."
Maybe watching Dean the way he acted with Sam would help him, slightly. Or get him killed.
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That was the end of it. Whatever tactic Castiel was trying to use, it wasn't working. The two relationships (his and Castiel's and Dean and Sam's) were completely different. While Dean and Sam had grown up taking care of one another and learning how to respect each other, Lucifer could care less about Castiel. Yes, he loved all of his brothers to some extent but until Castiel got wrapped up in the Winchester's lives, he hadn't even known the other.
And now this was just insulting. His arms flew up in a quick motion and grabbed Castiel's, swinging them back, spinning their positions and slamming the other's body against the wall. Broken panes of glass trembled in their places as he pinned the other's arms to the wall. He brought his face close, close enough that tiny whispers of hair might've touched. His eyes never once left Castiel's as he said, with what only could've been described as a snarl.
"I will destroy you."
He gave the other a final push against the wall and spun on his heel, beginning to walk away, wings shifting, unfurling into the air, preparing himself for flight. Now it wasn't a weakness to leave, now that the emotions were tucked back away and replaced by spite. And destroy Castiel he would. Oh, yes. It would be a painful, slow descent.