sirenspull | 009 [Video] | Fail!Locked from Crowley

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009 [Video] | Fail!Locked from Crowley

[When Castiel comes onto the screen, he looks... Disheveled. More so than his usual messy tie and fluffy hair; really disheveled, like a few extra buttons are undone on his shirt and he's missing his coat. Also he may be sprinkled in a large amount of gold and green glitter.

He doesn't seem impressed with life at the moment.]

What is appropriate retaliation against a friend who insists upon irritating you overtly and needlessly?

Unfortunately, I am aware that true physical harm is an overreaction, no matter how tempting.

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Because of Castiel. And the fact they won't be interested in me puts me in the perfect position to get to them.

If one shows up here...what better place to learn how to kill them? Or better.

[His patience with Lucifer is not infinite and the more the angel talks, the more Crowley wants to snap and argue to mind his own goddamn business because this doesn't concern him, but everything hinged on playing nicely. And so, Crowley continues to hold his tongue, instead answering neutrally.]

You're assuming quite a lot.

[It's a slight warning -- Crowley has not been idle. And if it were possible for angels to kill them, Castiel would have done it when the Leviathan seized control.]

Killing them in this world would only create a possible Darkness version of them. They would ravage the city to the ground without the few inhibitions they have.

I, personally, am not dealing with them when that happens. I have better things to be doing than chase down God's abominations.

[And part of Lucifer would love to see that happen--to watch what they became. But he's just stable enough (for now) that his real plan is to stop short of any slaughtering. There's a lot to be learned from extreme torture.]

Uh-huh. You're half the reason they're out, Crowley, and if they show up, you'll be so busy mopping up the angsty wreck that my brother will become you won't have time for anything 'better'.

I have managed quite well on my own without assistance, Lucifer -- but I'm not alone here. As touching as your concern for your brother is, you are grossly underestimating his ability to overcome adversity. Should Dick Roman and his band of miscreants arrive here, we will handle it. Should you decide to slaughter them for fun, we will also handle it.

My best advice would be to stay out of matters that would jeopardize your safety, because -- and this will be the only time I will tell you this -- they will kill you. And they will enjoy ripping you apart, limb from limb, Grace from vessel, and they will devour each and every piece of you because you once had God's love whereas they never did.

So, please -- allow me the opportunity to plan for my own messy cleanup, because while your power may be far more than mine ever will be, I can actually manage a crowd without pissing them off into oblivion, and that is the only way the Leviathan will be shoved back into their little box.

Should you have any complaints about my ability to negotiate or suggestions that may be helpful to this city not being vaporized underneath the fist of a petulant child, you can text it to my inbox.

I have to admit I'm itching to see how you handle them.

[Which is the only version of "we'll do this your way" Crowley will ever, ever hear from Lucifer.]

And I will, should no one else interfere.

[Crowley doesn't really give much a fuck what Lucifer does in the Port so long as it doesn't involve him or the people he's labeled as off-limits. But Lucifer involving himself in the Leviathan will only end in bloodshed, which is something Crowley is keen to avoid.

Everything can be handled smoothly if you are patient.]

Then I'll do what I can to keep Michael out of it. You're on your own with Gabriel and his little tramp.

Gabriel and Jinx won't be involved so long as the Leviathan don't do anything to bother them, which they won't, as they don't give a rat's ass about the angels beyond putting them in their place when they get uppity.

[Welcome to being considered second-class, feathers.]

[Eh, most religious people think angels are just glowy doormats. Lucifer's used to it. He gives exactly zero fucks.]

If you're sure.

[Lucifer sounds nonchalant. He's considering ways of pointing the Leviathan at Gabriel and Jinx, though--which is something so grossly abnormal for him that he knows no one would expect it of him. Which makes it perfect, except the damn Leviathan aren't in the Port. Ah, well. Day dreams.]

I never do anything unless I am sure.

[He had been certain of Purgatory. He was just wrong, that's all. A lesson very well learned and Crowley is only stronger because of it. His position in Hell is solidified. The world is still turning. The Leviathan will be stopped, if everything goes according to plan. All in all, it could have been a lot worse.

He had just lost a friend. That's all.]

[Lucifer just half-smiles. He's been there--he's still there. Never do anything unless you're sure. He'd been sure Michael would love him enough to leave the Apocalypse and the poisoned world and all of it. He'd been wrong.

Certainty is a requirement of leading Hell. Lucifer hates the place. It's a cesspool and the creatures in it are just dolls with the heads ripped off. Crowley included. But for the first time, he can see why Crowley thrived when none of the others (not even Azazel) had.]

Well. Good luck with that, then.

[He cuts the feed.]

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