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11 November 2010 @ 01:07 pm
The Devil Went Down  
Who: Rose, John, Max, Eric, Lucifer, WHOEVER.
What: Rose unleashes her plan to get Lucifer out of her dreams... and doesn't include the Winchesters. D:
Where: 2nd floor, then elsewhere
When: Day three, late night
Status: In Progress
Warnings: A bit of strong imagery



Rose stood in the second floor hallway, a piece of paper in hand. She'd written a note. It was meant to be posted on her door, but there were no nails or tape around. So, she left the hand-written instructions on the ground.

Sam,

Don't come looking for me tonight. I'll see you in the morning.

~Rose

With a sigh, she turned for John's room. Tonight, the plan she'd been working on would be put into action. Lucifer's invasions of her dreams needed to be dealt with before she cracked.

The blonde unbraided her hair as she walked, letting her locks down for bed. This whole thing wasn't going as imagined. She'd pictured Sam helping, and maybe even Dean. Their brainless pursuit of Eric, though, had Rose questioning their sense. She abandoned the idea of the Winchesters as assistance, and instead, enlisted anyone else she thought could stand a chance.

Rose opened the door to Room 206. Inside, scattered about, was an unlikely army: Eric Northman, Maxwell Smart, and "Doctor" John Smith.

"'ello, boys." Rose hadn't felt nervous until this very second. She took a few deep breaths, looking from person to person. This wasn't going to be a big deal. It was a good idea. She'd go to sleep, Lucifer would find her in her head, and the group would search for his body. What happened then, well- she wasn't entirely sure. Dean and Sam certainly would've killed Lucifer. Honestly, death wasn't a requirement for Rose. She just wanted peace. John, at least, was experienced in using words instead of weapons.

"Ready for some fun?"

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[identity profile] lucyishome.livejournal.com on November 16th, 2010 05:11 am (UTC)
Rape. Rape. RAPE.
"I doubt that." The Devil replied as he crawled closer to her, that smile growing across his lips as he held up his hand for the last time to her. "You see, whatever that thing is... I'm going to drag it out of you and destroy it..." He thought for a moment. "Of course, this might kill and or shatter your soul a bit, but we'll see how that works..."

He brushed his hand so sweetly across her cheek before the other reached up and, though it was only a dream, plunged through the center of her chest and inside, digging around, searching for what was left of whatever that thing might be.

What he was finding was no good, at least not for him. There would be no possible way to contain this, no easy way out to destroy whatever it was that was still lurking somewhere. Even if this was a dream, it was representative enough that Lucifer didn't want to test any theories. He dragged his hand back out of her, pulling the other away as well and staring down at her with a strange sort of terror, maybe respect, for whatever was hiding inside.

"Interesting." He whispered. "Rose, you're proving to be more interesting and useful to me alive..."
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[identity profile] iwantyousafe.livejournal.com on November 16th, 2010 12:08 pm (UTC)
Lalala worst day of Rose's recent life...
With Lucifer mere inches from her, Rose could only wonder about her own stubbornness. It had gotten her into trouble countless times before. Now, here she was again, staring down one of the most evil things in the universe- and for what? Sam? Not The Doctor, not her family, just someone she'd met in the house. In that context, it all seemed stupid. Rose was filled with insurmountable dread. Sam Winchester was not worth this.

This was the last thought Rose could recall with any clarity. Lucifer's hand dove beneath her rib cage. Though she was dreaming, the pain seemed blindingly real. Each movement of his hand sent another shockwave through her, like her insides were melting and her exterior was falling apart at the joints. The Devil made no attempt at gentleness. The blonde cried out in agony, her head slamming into the wall behind her.

The look on his face when he was through would have made her proud. Rose had shown Satan himself what she was capable of. Unfortunately, the girl was too busy gasping for breath, trying to convince herself that she hadn't just died.
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[identity profile] lucyishome.livejournal.com on November 16th, 2010 02:25 pm (UTC)
At least it will all be over! DX
Lucifer stared down at the girl, his fingers clenching and unclenching themselves. No one said that searching for a soul would be painless. It was one of the most enduringly painful things that an angel could do to a human being, reach inside of them and drag their soul about like a rag doll. But it allowed him to see with so much more clarity how severe this situation could become.

So he leaned back down to her, pressed that one hand against her cheek again and stared directly into her eyes. "Everything will be better now." The Devil whispered, nodding a very tiny bit and raising his lips up to press a kiss to her brow, with it extracting all memories of him from her fragile psyche, pulling them out and destroying them one by one until there was nothing left but what was happening now. And so very carefully, so very lovingly and painstakingly, he built up whatever had deteriorated on the inside of her, so very careful to restore it to its proper form. And who said that he wasn't a real angel? Look at him, working miracles and treating her like she was his creation.

He stared down at the girl, the faintest of smiles curling across his face now as he whispered. "Sleep." There was a shuffle of wings and Lucifer was gone.
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