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tigriswolfTitle: strip away the myth from the man
Fandom: “Supernatural”
Disclaimer: not my characters; just for fun. Title from Jesus Christ, Superstar
Warnings: spoilers for up to “Sin City”
Pairings: Lucifer/Pride
Rating: PG13
Wordcount: 540
Point of view: third
Notes: written for sammessiah, to the prompt In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God. Um. I’m not entirely sure this is what anybody expected or wanted.
sammessiah, to the prompt In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God. Um. I’m not entirely sure this is what anybody expected or wanted. He was there in the beginning, among the first. Not The First, of course; that honor went to the LightBringer, He who led them from beneath the Creator’s flawed rule. But he was there, in the shadows, waiting to step up. Always waiting.
In the beginning was the Word
In the beginning was the Word
He had no name until civilization happened, until the Church sprang up to worship the Creator’s only son.
Only son, only child, only heir—such a lie. Favorite, true, but not the only—and not the first.
He was one of the chosen seven, the most hated of demons. Pride, humanity named him. Pride.
And the Word was with God
He was there in Hell when Azazel began planning, when Azazel thought to topple the LightBringer. Pride watched, grinning all the while, as Azazel laid out his idea. The LightBringer knew, of course. Nothing in Hell happened that He didn’t know about, but only those there in the beginning knew He was still there. Would always be there. That any plan hatched by light of hellfire would have His insignia, bear His approval.
Pride knew; he’d once been a favorite in Heaven, beneath the Creator’s thrall, and he remained a favorite of the LightBringer.
A sense of humor is important, and the LightBringer loved to laugh.
He howled with mirth when Pride relayed some of Azazel’s choice phrases, folding His wings around Pride, calling him Hell’s favorite son.
Pride always had loved the LightBringer.
Love—the angels felt it first, and even after they became demons, they still did, wholly and fully, so completely no mere human could ever understand.
When that gate opened, Pride waited until the LightBringer nodded assent before leaving with his siblings, with those there in the beginning. He led the way, cackling with his sisters and brothers, stretching their wings for the first time in years.
Hell is glorious, with the LightBringer, but nothing is better than tormenting humanity. Nothing is better than taking them, body and spirit, and making them scream in their own minds.
And Azazel’s little plaything, that son of hunters, used a godforged weapon to kill the schemer. Pride howled, and heard the LightBringer’s answering chortle.
In the beginning, Pride thought, traveling with his siblings to rescue Greed. He’d always been the most foolish, quickly jumping into things without thinking. In the beginning was the Word.
Why that old verse came to him now, he didn’t know. But something was moving on the night air, another godforged weapon.
“Careful,” Sloth said.
Gluttony scoffed. “They’re only human.”
“No,” Pride responded, stretching out his phantom-wings. This frail body could not support his true glory. “Azazel’s chosen is in there.”
Something…
And the Word was with God
Greed shrieked; returned to Hell, Pride knew.
Wrath died, killed by a fragile woman. A godforged weapon and righteous fury, fueled by her husband’s death.
In the beginning. Something on the night air—Azazel’s chosen and Azazel’s plaything, brothers bound in sacrifice and blood—
In the back of his awareness, Pride heard the LightBringer scream. But he didn’t have the time to react, Azazel’s daughter using a godforged weapon to end him.
And the Word was God
And Azazel’s daughter smirked at the Lord, pleased with his innocence.
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Date: 2008-01-02 05:22 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-01-02 09:39 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-01-02 10:17 pm (UTC)Not sure what people expected, or wanted, but I think this was just awesome.
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Date: 2008-01-02 10:39 pm (UTC)What do you mean, that anybody wouldn't want this?
Are you nuts?
This is unbelievable. All you, all the way, and gods I love your way with words... shivers and goosebumps, definitely, but a whole hell of a lot of triumphant glee, too, 'cause I wondered if you'd go that way and you did!
And yes, yes, so much yes to the outsider-POV on the boys, on Pride and Lucifer and Azazel and *love*...
Only son, only child, only heir—such a lie. Favorite, true, but not the only—and not the first.
*adores*
Alas, there's one thing I have to ask you about:
- Azazel’s chose and Azazel’s plaything -
Should that be 'chosen'?
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Date: 2008-01-02 10:53 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-01-02 10:53 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-01-02 10:54 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-01-02 10:55 pm (UTC)But! Thank you so much for reading!
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Date: 2008-01-03 12:09 am (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2008-01-03 03:58 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-01-03 03:59 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-01-03 10:01 pm (UTC)That icon of yours is the most adorable thing ever!
*cuddles the tigers*