entrancelogs | We're All Mad Here

"Oh, so fierce." She said, pushing him backwards telekinetically, though careful not to harm him. It was a similar situation to when she had come to collect Dean's soul. The taunting, the pinning against the wall. She did love repeating certain tricks.

"You were always the pretty one, Dean. Those eyes, those smoldering looks. A girl could get rather attached to you." Her hand reached out to caress his cheek. "And part of you loves the idea of the dark side. Of being wanted by something powerful and dangerous...I could give it to you...and so much more."

She paused, a strange look coming into her eyes. The surroundings slowly beginning to influence her mind. "It's one of the reasons you hate yourself so much." The tone in her voice switching to more knowing and serious, the flirtation leaving slowly as she assumed a position of power and nurting.

That relaxed him, too, slightly. "Oh." He glanced around with a wry smile. "I thought this whole carnival idea a little too innocuous to be true," he conceded.

"I wanted a future at all and I got it, no thanks to you!"

Her excuses only serve to make him angrier--her point of view only backing up his own accusations in his mind.

"He would have killed us all. How's that for thriving? You signed all of our death warrants. I saved us. I saved Hell and all of its occupants from Lucifer and from you!"

He hadn't betrayed her, not really, but he can't help thinking he should have. He should have turned sooner, should have helped the Winchesters more. Everything could have been easier for all of them.

Of course, the reality would have been harder. He's always put himself first, but that doesn't mean he's entirely without his loyalty and he's always had a measure for Lilith and that's why he'd waited so long in the first place.

She lay against the altar steps, the place where she would die, if all went well. Crowley's anger shaking her down to her subconscious. She was never apologetic, never remorseful for her actions. But this rage inside of her favored ally gave her pause. She needed him, especially now when surrounded by Winchesters. He had survived for so long and done what he was needed to come out the winner. To make it through each day without worrying about a knife in her back, Lilith needed Crowley on her side.

Lilith stared at the ground, blood stains beginning to appear, the last seal becoming evident.

Her plans needed to change now and her survival instincts kicked in.

"You are right." Lilith said, turning to look at him. "Despite all of my planning and foresight, I did not think. I placed my kingdom in danger for my own pride and vanity. I would have been better served if I had spoken to you first. In the end, I knew you were right. I knew you had the colt and I believed you would come out the winner. But I should never have broken the seals."

She leaned back, instinctively placing herself in a provocative position. "You are King now and I submit myself to you." Her smile grew. "My liege lord."

"Did you?" Lilith asked, her eyes roaming over him slowly. "You seem capable of taking care of yourself at least." She grinned. "You have the appearance of an athletic man."

She broke into a run to get to the swings but she wasn't as fast as Lilith. It didn't seem to matter to her much. Claiming the swing beside her, she pushed off from the ground and began to swing.

"What did the boys do?"

"Nothing in particular, but they look funny." Lilith said, which naturally meant to a child that she liked them. "I want to play with them. I think it would be funny if we took something of theirs and hid it. They'd look everywhere for it and we could laugh."

"What could we take from them?" She asked, intrigued by her suggestion. "After we find where they are first. I think it could be a lot of fun." Even if part of her knew that she shouldn't really steal in the first place.

"You're damn right you do!"

His anger isn't ebbing away.

Submission is appealing, but it takes more than that to calm him. "Because only one of us has been making the right choices here! Only one of us cares about the big picture and the long term and I certainly won't be taking any orders from you."

He moves into her space with quick aggression, pressing her into the altar with his weight. He's going to pull apologies from her. He's going to make her beg and call his name with the reverence deserved by a king.

Lilith grinned at her new friend, pleased that she was eager to play along. "I think that depends on what they have on them. I saw that one of them always carries a dagger. We could take that!"

She really had no intention of giving orders, as she had no long term plans. In a way, it was nice to hand over the power to Crowley. It meant she could spend more time enjoying herself again, playing as she loved to. So long as he called himself King, the plotting, the ploys, and all of the struggle would fall in his lap. That was a better arrangement than she could ever ask for.

But all at once he is grabbing her, pressing her against the altar. She blinks in confusion. The dream shifting to her favorite sort.

"Defiling the altar, my king?" She asks with a smirk as she lays back, her hair spread around her.

"A dagger? I think that would be too dangerous for us to take." She looked worried, believing that it was a bad idea. "What if they have something else instead?"

Ruby, on the other hand, had no desire to be a child. She exhales slowly when she realizes she's being confined to a much smaller meatsuit. Ruby herself is unchanged, of course, but she doesn't seem to be terribly pleased by the shorter perspective she has. Although, the monkey bars do seem enticing...

That is, until she notices Lilith. Under private circumstances she knows she has many things to report to the higher demon, but out in public? Ruby has a reputation to upkeep, no matter how old she appears to be.

"I didn't know they let skanks out of detention this early."

"If you want. But that dagger seems really important." Lilith said, more aware that it could injure demons than Bela, but she didn't need to tell her.

"You're not afraid, are you?"

Lilith turned to regard Ruby, knowing that this was an act, but allowing herself to appear disgruntled to something she wouldn't care about otherwise. "Well they saw you running about, so they thought it okay." Lilith said, sticking her tongue out at Ruby.

"I was looking for some puppy chow. I guess you'll do, too bad there is nothing sweeter for them."

"I know how to fight," he told her, feeling quite free to look her over as well, considering the scope of her gaze. "I'm a Musketeer for the King of France."

"I'm a little afraid."

She dropped her gaze from Lilith's, not wanting to get into trouble. For the time being she focused on swinging, gradually getting higher.

She stepped closer, licking her lips temptingly. "Were you? So then you are a protector to those in need? You were a guard to royalty?"

"They can't hurt us." Lilith said, trying to assure away Bela's fears. "It will be fun...that's all it is, just some fun."

A smile. "I protected the king. Though I suppose you could say he was in need of it." A slight quirk of his eyebrow. "Is there anything you're in need of?"

"I am not so threatened...not yet." Lilith said with a small shrug. "But there is danger for me. My enemies surround me here, already they have made it clear they will destroy me. I am nothing but a poor woman and they fear me, for I have power."

"What sort of power?" It's fairly clear he finds the idea alluring rather than frightening.

"I am the first of my kind. The one who cam before Eve and Adam, just after Lucifer's fall. He created me once I fled the Garden." Lilith said, batting her eyes. "I am the first demon."

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Crowley laughs. "Because this altar is so holy?"

He leans in, whispering sharply in her ear. "Is this what you wanted all along? Me to take charge and show you what a real man is?"

His weight pins her down hard enough that it might have been painful for a human, but he doesn't seem concerned with her comfort level.

"Are you so starved for this that you had to pull me here? To show me exactly what I should punish you for?"

"I did work very hard on making it presentable." She gave a playful pout. The altar had been for show, the only thing needed for the seal being herself and Sam. It didn't matter anymore if was defiled, in fact, it became even more appealing. Crowley pushing away the toys of her pantomime and dominating it all, as he did with everything in her life.

Even as he spoke to her, she realized how much the prospect of his power aroused her. She wasn't used to others taking charge and controlling her. Any who tried were destroyed or given to Alastair to play with. But Crowley, now a King, was the only one who could do it properly.

And she wanted him to.

In all of her demonic life, she had never had a strong hand take charge and make her submissive. Lucifer was long absent and Azazeal on the surface. It had only been her. Now to have Crowley force her to her knees, it was intoxicating.

"For once darling, I didn't plan on this." Lilith said, not sure how he came to her dreams, but not about to complain. "If you are King, and I am no longer giving orders, does that make me the concubine?" She grinned at the idea. "Shall I call you 'master' and rub your feet at night among perfumed sheets and wine?"

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