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The slightest twitch of his eye has Lucifer's gears turning, but he keeps his stance. Ever relaxed, ever un-blinking. His stare is locked on the Angel before him, and, Luci? Right. His little nickname. Finally, the Fallen has crossed his arms and begun to approach, though languid in his steps. He offers the tiniest of furthered smiles, and almost chuckles; to say it came as a surprise would be a very far reach from how the Celestial felt.

"I was under the impression that God forbode your kind from associating with me, Balthy. Not only that, but following in my footsteps? Naughty, naughty." A smirk, but the Angel stops short in front of the his brethren, hands lower to spread out to his sides. An offer of familiarity, though human in its contexts. Hugs, as they called it.

"That depends, Brother. Are you so simply here to visit? Or are you here to tell me something I already know?"

A wide grin greeted the approaching Archangel, pale blue hues never leaving the others sight out of amusement and caution. Lucifer was, after all, an Archangel, and they were Heaven’s most ‘dangerous weapons’. Balthazar was confident knowing that if their little conversation took a turn for the worst, he’d be able to escape or even perhaps fend off Lucifer if necessary; he imagined that things wouldn’t reach that point. 

“Hello Luci.” He tipped his head to one side, scanning the other over multiple times. “Of course. This world has a lot to offer, you know, and I only want the best. Does it come as a surprise?” He payed no real mind to the others tone because quite frankly he didn’t really care, and if anything he almost found it amusing.

“Must you ask? I can’t simply… Visit my brother?”

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Oh, but Lucifer remembers, too. He remembers the scent of rotting flesh just near, slender digits burning past the barrier. The feel of shattering bone is fresh in his mind; and the sweetest of chuckles quivers past his lips, as he leans ever closer. A quiet whisper pours forth, but every word is carefully dictioned.

                                  The Fallen wants to be sure Sam listens, as closely as he can.

"I'll. Find. You."

And he pulls back, his touch lingering against the boy's features, fingers dragging across an accentuated cheekbone. Lucifer doesn't bother to elaborate. He knows Sam understands.

                         You can run all day, Sammy.

                                                   Your Angel will still track you down.

                                          He will still rip you a p a r t.

"So let's do this the easy way. I'd hate to have to break something so fragile a millionth time. Wouldn't you, Sam?" He doesn't laugh. He doesn't even smile. The Celestial just holds his stare until his digits finally drop, leaving the slightest hint of scratch from where sharp nails had dragged.

                                   "I'm here to have a chat."

All Sam wants to do is s c r e a m— scream for his big brother and hope that everything will be alright. Satan’s breath in on his tongue, and he’s

        too

                damn

    c l o s e .

He remembers. Everything. The pain is so fresh. The cold of the Cage and the splitting heat of the fire used to rip his skin from his bones— all tinged in that musky smell of his own blood.

The boy presses into his palm again in a vain attempt, face falling for miles when the nightmare wrapped in a man’s body doesn’t flicker and free him.

            hush n o w , baby b o y —

                d o n ’ t you cry…

Because he knows. The Devil would never lie to him. Not ever. Through the five thousand years of blood, sweat, and tears, the Devil never once uttered a false word.

          r u n—

It’s all he can think to do.

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Amusement. It's the only word that could possibly cover the range of Lucifer's emotions at this particular moment, and a look of obvious entertainment tugs at his lips. He runs his fingers over his chin in thought, and decides to approach, taking in a breath to speak as he does.

"Brother," It comes out in a hiss, positively dripping with contempt. Currently, Lucifer wasn't making eye contact with the Angel, as he seemed to be bartering with his own patience; here stood before him someone that once upon a time was so majestic, but oh, how the mighty had fallen.

"Partaking in the lap of luxury, I see." Snippy. Short. The way Lucifer snaps off the end of his words shows he's not at all pleased, but he should've expected it. After all; He fell, as well. And that brings a tad of that previous smile back, though it's a bit more malicious than intended.

"What brings you to my doorstep?"

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"Hmm. . So I have to choose? Very well. Since I assume you have the ability to see, I'm going to take a wild guess, and, it might be overstepping my bounds to suggest so; but I believe I'm walking the Earth." A small smile whispers at the corners of his lips, a fleeting gaze trickling towards Death himself. Amusement. Just as Death did not fear Lucifer, he did not fear Death. Childish in nature, Lucifer was fairly convinced he could never die. And with all that he'd done, all that he'd gotten away with and succeeded in, he was in no position to think otherwise.

"Do you have any more moronic statements for me, old friend?"

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  “Okay, okay—You really need to make up your mind. Are you in the cage, are you not in the cage? It’s all so confusing—Just pick one already!” Death certainly doesn’t fear the angel—What reason would he have for that? Sure, it’s not as though he’s fond of being bound and all that—And it’s not like you can kill death. Besides, he’s not willing to let himself get roped in so easily this time—No, now he’s wiser, knows better. 

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"You know me all too well. My attention span is. . Worse for wear. I've been working on that rather diligently, but there are never any guarantees for a special case like moi." To which the Fallen offers a grin, either arm dropping to lace behind his back. He stops when he's met with a window, the vision of the outside world burrowed in dark clouds and fog; brought by no other than himself.

And he can't help yet another chuckle that burrows its way from his chest, pale hues flicking to the corner of his vision. What do you want? A peculiar question. One that Sam should already know the answer to, and perhaps, that's the cause of the Devil's amusement. He turns, slow and deliberate as he begins to approach.

                 Closer.

                                  Closer.

And the Angel leans over, leaving just a few inches width between them. His hand raises, fingertips brushing over the Human's chin, yanking it up to meet the Celestial's gaze. "That much should be obvious, Sammy boy. As always, I just want. . Mm, a little fun. No hard feelings. Right?"

The part that terrified the hunter the most was the uncertainty of reality and his mind. Why would it possibly be a hallucination, though? Unless… the trials were stressing him out too much. Reaction triggering old issues? No. None of that made sense.

Swallowing hard he stared at the fallen angel, holding his ground despite the urge to flee. His mind racing immediately for a logical answer and finding none. “What? Got tired of family bonding with Michael?” His voice was steady, but even hidden in it was the fear he was desperately trying to shove aside.

Maybe it was just a nightmare. It’d been awhile since he had one about Lucifer. Yet his gut was screaming at him that it was reality.

                                                                                                             ”What do you want?”

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Someone must have taken pity on the Angel for being so bored, recently. It was the only decent explanation for this delightful intake of his favourite thing; Sammy. So. Many. Play-things. And, oh, every single one was just as precious as he remembered. Delicate. Trusting. Believing in a thing that would never lie, but the omissions -- Ah, yes. Lucifer's favourite part.

"I've come to believe that it is you who searches me out. Would that be so far from the truth, Sam?"

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Oh, Sam, you pitiful thing. Of course he's back. He never left, not truly.

"Don't tell me you're still in love with that pathetic idea of yours. Please. I rule Hell. Don't you think I know how to get to the keys of my own cage?" And there goes that venomous laugh, dripping with feigned pity and sarcasm. A click of his tongue resounds a quiet 'tsk', and the Fallen is circling his prey. He raises a hand to his lower lip, digit tapping against it in supposed thought; oh, but he already knows his own plan. All that time down there that he's had to think about it, and finally, fruition would greet him.

"You look positively delightful with that expression. Please, keep it. It suits you."

No. It couldn’t be. There was no possible way.

                                                                   He’s back.

Was it in his head or for real this time? There was no real telling. Swallowing hard past the dryness in his throat, he stared back at Lucifer with wide eyes.

“You aren’t real. You’re in the cage.”

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Oh, boy. Someone decided to grace Lucifer, for sure -- Giving him all these new and shiny toys.

"Sam." A simple call of a familiar name, and yet it never fails to bring a wicked grin to distorted features.

"I knew you'd be back."

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"You did a number on my brother, Castiel. Our brother. And then attempted to lie about it. You should know better than that. Although -- Perhaps I should have expected it. Hanging around those wretched apes for as long as you have; they're certain to have taught you wrong."

A sneer smudges over his features, and the Fallen only holds his heavy glare, expression taught with disdain. "Such a shame, that is. I had high hopes for you."

“I’m sure that you’re less than pleased to see I was brought back, seeing as how you had wanted me dead.” Castiel could clearly remember the resounding snap and his body entirely disintegrating. Thankfully, someone had saw fit to put him back together.

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"Ah ah ah, not so fast, Sammy. You're gonna break something, flailing all over the place like that." His tone is soft, nearly inviting as he approaches; a sense of serenity surrounding a figure of absolute chaos. His smile is gentle, but he's doing his best not to laugh at Sam; it's difficult, but he's holding up well.

"Gone? Who, me? You should know better then THAT, Sam. Come on. I don't have an expiration date. Don't tell me you never once thought I wasn't gone for good -- I never did like that about you. That habit you have of lying to yourself. Such a. . Pitiful excuse for a silly defense mechanism."

That voice—no. No. nO. N O .

                                                    — N O .

He hASN’t haD THat mUCh TO DRinK—has he? The chair behind Sam falls back as he scrambles to his feet, his limbs jerking in his panic, his hand flying for the opposite palm, needing that familiar jab of pain to make that—thAT THinG disappear. “Y-you’re gone,” he breathed, pressing ferociously into his palm, ignoring every word out of Lucifer’s mouth, hearing only what amounted to static. “I made sure, Cas took it and you’re not—” Shut up now, shut up now. This is enough proof he’s real, up and walking, dON’T.

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"--Brother." A subtle frown takes to the Fallen's lips, his stare unmoving. He watches closely, guard raised; but stands his ground.

"Alive and well, I see. I suppose father's to blame for that."

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It's like a party! Someone just keeps bringing me my favourite present.

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"You know, chugging down the good stuff isn't going to save you forever, Sam." A mischievous smile crosses an otherwise deft expression, but the Angel continues on. "You should find healthier outlets. It would do you good."

Long day. Drink; lord almighty, does he need a drink.

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Brows crease, and the Angel nods, a heavy sigh wracking his frame. He shakes his head in a slow, lingering motion, a certain sympathetic expression washing down his features. "I understand, Ian. I do. You and I, we have that in common -- Hard lives." The Fallen nods, seeming to come to terms with this fact, though his sights snap upwards when the boy speaks once more. And here we have it, folks. The Epitome of sin, wrapped up in a mockery burrito, covered by a sodomy blanket. Just the type that Lucifer loathed loved to see in his happy flock.

"You should be careful of your words, Ian. God may not be watching anymore, but his lackeys; they have this problem with harsh mannerisms." A shame, that, but it was true. So set in their ways, their obedience. As much as he loved them, Lucifer didn't often have kind words. "Don't get me wrong. I do appreciate the compliment. Peculiar that you'd say it, but. . Intriguing."

“Try having a tough life,” he said, shrugging one shoulder. He rubbed the blunt out on the wall, flicking it to the ground and shoving his hands into his pockets, exhaling slightly. He felt pleasantly buzzed, but luckily not enough to alter his current state of mind.

“Well, see, Lucy, now I’m conflicted,” he joked. “Because while I’m not a religious man at all. . here’s Satan, staring at me, and he’s hot.”