You just can't wait for some things, Alistair & Lilith, Gen, #3 Contrasts
Title: You just can't wait for some things
Author: falling_dominos
Characters/Pairings: Alistair & Lilith, mentions of Dean
Genre: Gen
Rating: PG-13 (language and brief mentions of gore)
Theme Set: #3 Contrasts
Prompt: #16 - Rush
Domino's table
Summary: How Alistair got involved in the whole mess of freeing Lucifer.
Alistair was usually a patient person, someone who understood that it took time to get what one wanted from a specific situation. Souls could spend years on the rack with him. Little more than paper cuts on their skin while the High Inquisitor figured out exactly what he wanted to do with them; how deep he wanted to go, where their sensitive spots were. Old scars, wounds...all of it Alistair could take his sweet time figuring out, before he decided to actually get down to the business of carving them into a symphony.
Then there had been Dean Winchester, Alistair's very own righteous man. Dean was such a miraculous puzzle...if a little easy to break on his rack...but he wasn't so easy to solve. Even after he broke down under Alistair's care and picked up the knife, Dean was never a demon, never really forgot who he was or what he had been. He never totally let go of his humanity. Perhaps that was why Alistair took such a liking to the boy, perhaps that was why he took up teaching a human, perhaps because Dean wasn't a typical rack of meat...Dean was more complex than even Alistair had thought.
When Alistair had lost his pupil, his patience ran out for the first time in a thousand years. He paced Hell like a rat in a cage, he paced because Lilith was being her typical bitchy self. The First demon was keeping him downstairs and working because she knew that Alistair didn't give a damn about the plot to free Lucifer...Alistair only cared about the work. He only cared about the work...and Dean Winchester. Truth was, and Lilith knew it even if Alistair didn't want to admit it, but the High Inquisitor of Hell really only cared about Dean.
Lilith had plans to free Lucifer from his prison. Lucifer had plans for Earth and the end of humanity. Alistair had plans for the souls that poured into the gates day after day, relatively simple ones at that. Alistair only cared if Lucifer was out in-so-much that he'd have fresh souls for the rest of eternity. That little fact made the demon quite pleased. Other than that, he wasn't much of a 'true believer' and all of that. The High Inquisitor cared about simple things like razors, gore, screams, and pleading. Truthfully, he'd never been much for politics.
The angel that had plucked his Dean up and away from hell would pay. Alistair would welcome Dean home and would force his one and only student to relearn the trade on an angel's wings. 'I'll pluck your feathers out one by one, little fucking thing...thinking you can take my Dean from me.' The demon's rage filled his mouth with blood and bile, his fingers with the desire to pick up his razor and tear the nearest thing apart. Which happened to some poor sap of a soul. Alistair took his time usually, because if one got too hasty with a soul, they didn't last long.
He'd left so many catatonic and broken that he almost felt bad, but his rage was unstoppable after his Dean was taken away.
Of course it was right after one of his rages that Lilith chose to saunter into his chambers, when he was covered up to his metaphorical elbows in gore. "Alistair, why so upset dear?" she asked, her voice sickly sweet, and her hands idly touching his tools. She was wearing some child, though she walked and carried herself like a whore. Demons could wear their meat suits to hell, and the ones who could travel between the two realms sometimes did because they enjoyed hearing their body's previous owner scream bloody murder at the things they witnessed while they were there.
"You know exactly why, Lilith...and you also know that I rather dislike anyone else touching my tools." Alistair responded, not doing anything to stop the child-demon. She nodded and continued, despite what he'd said. Then again that was typical of her.
"I know you've been at this since Dean Winchester was stolen...and since you're not really working down here anymore, I figured that I'd let you head upstairs to get him back, provided you do a few things for me first." Lilith finally got to the point of why she was here. She wanted Alistair to go back up to the frozen chill that was earth and work for her, to be her little bitch. To get Dean back though, of course Alistair would go, anywhere to get Dean back.
The demon feigned to be thinking, he may have wanted to jump at the idea, but it was never good to give Lilith an idea that something had that much power over you, because she'd use it against you later. "And what would that be, Lilith? What would you have me do?" Alistair really did want to cut the bitch's fingers off for touching his tools, but he restrained himself for the time being. It really was tempting though.
"There's a girl, who can apparently listen in to angelic communications, and we want her...subdued and at our mercy. After that's taken care of there's the little problem of Ruby. Then you're free to do as you please, chase Dean Winchester far and wide, doesn't matter to me in the slightest. Just so long as those two things are taken care of first." As Lilith talked she walked around his torture chamber, touching everything, rattling Alistair's cage, pushing his buttons. He was wise to her silly little game, and resisted her goads. Stupid bitch, you think I can't see what you're doing?
"Where is this girl? I'll get started right away."
Author: falling_dominos
Characters/Pairings: Alistair & Lilith, mentions of Dean
Genre: Gen
Rating: PG-13 (language and brief mentions of gore)
Theme Set: #3 Contrasts
Prompt: #16 - Rush
Domino's table
Summary: How Alistair got involved in the whole mess of freeing Lucifer.
Alistair was usually a patient person, someone who understood that it took time to get what one wanted from a specific situation. Souls could spend years on the rack with him. Little more than paper cuts on their skin while the High Inquisitor figured out exactly what he wanted to do with them; how deep he wanted to go, where their sensitive spots were. Old scars, wounds...all of it Alistair could take his sweet time figuring out, before he decided to actually get down to the business of carving them into a symphony.
Then there had been Dean Winchester, Alistair's very own righteous man. Dean was such a miraculous puzzle...if a little easy to break on his rack...but he wasn't so easy to solve. Even after he broke down under Alistair's care and picked up the knife, Dean was never a demon, never really forgot who he was or what he had been. He never totally let go of his humanity. Perhaps that was why Alistair took such a liking to the boy, perhaps that was why he took up teaching a human, perhaps because Dean wasn't a typical rack of meat...Dean was more complex than even Alistair had thought.
When Alistair had lost his pupil, his patience ran out for the first time in a thousand years. He paced Hell like a rat in a cage, he paced because Lilith was being her typical bitchy self. The First demon was keeping him downstairs and working because she knew that Alistair didn't give a damn about the plot to free Lucifer...Alistair only cared about the work. He only cared about the work...and Dean Winchester. Truth was, and Lilith knew it even if Alistair didn't want to admit it, but the High Inquisitor of Hell really only cared about Dean.
Lilith had plans to free Lucifer from his prison. Lucifer had plans for Earth and the end of humanity. Alistair had plans for the souls that poured into the gates day after day, relatively simple ones at that. Alistair only cared if Lucifer was out in-so-much that he'd have fresh souls for the rest of eternity. That little fact made the demon quite pleased. Other than that, he wasn't much of a 'true believer' and all of that. The High Inquisitor cared about simple things like razors, gore, screams, and pleading. Truthfully, he'd never been much for politics.
The angel that had plucked his Dean up and away from hell would pay. Alistair would welcome Dean home and would force his one and only student to relearn the trade on an angel's wings. 'I'll pluck your feathers out one by one, little fucking thing...thinking you can take my Dean from me.' The demon's rage filled his mouth with blood and bile, his fingers with the desire to pick up his razor and tear the nearest thing apart. Which happened to some poor sap of a soul. Alistair took his time usually, because if one got too hasty with a soul, they didn't last long.
He'd left so many catatonic and broken that he almost felt bad, but his rage was unstoppable after his Dean was taken away.
Of course it was right after one of his rages that Lilith chose to saunter into his chambers, when he was covered up to his metaphorical elbows in gore. "Alistair, why so upset dear?" she asked, her voice sickly sweet, and her hands idly touching his tools. She was wearing some child, though she walked and carried herself like a whore. Demons could wear their meat suits to hell, and the ones who could travel between the two realms sometimes did because they enjoyed hearing their body's previous owner scream bloody murder at the things they witnessed while they were there.
"You know exactly why, Lilith...and you also know that I rather dislike anyone else touching my tools." Alistair responded, not doing anything to stop the child-demon. She nodded and continued, despite what he'd said. Then again that was typical of her.
"I know you've been at this since Dean Winchester was stolen...and since you're not really working down here anymore, I figured that I'd let you head upstairs to get him back, provided you do a few things for me first." Lilith finally got to the point of why she was here. She wanted Alistair to go back up to the frozen chill that was earth and work for her, to be her little bitch. To get Dean back though, of course Alistair would go, anywhere to get Dean back.
The demon feigned to be thinking, he may have wanted to jump at the idea, but it was never good to give Lilith an idea that something had that much power over you, because she'd use it against you later. "And what would that be, Lilith? What would you have me do?" Alistair really did want to cut the bitch's fingers off for touching his tools, but he restrained himself for the time being. It really was tempting though.
"There's a girl, who can apparently listen in to angelic communications, and we want her...subdued and at our mercy. After that's taken care of there's the little problem of Ruby. Then you're free to do as you please, chase Dean Winchester far and wide, doesn't matter to me in the slightest. Just so long as those two things are taken care of first." As Lilith talked she walked around his torture chamber, touching everything, rattling Alistair's cage, pushing his buttons. He was wise to her silly little game, and resisted her goads. Stupid bitch, you think I can't see what you're doing?
"Where is this girl? I'll get started right away."