Part 2
Title: The Devil Went Down to Georgia L.A.
Pairing(s): Artie/Kurt, Puck/Kurt, Puck/Artie, Gabriel/Lucifer, Lucifer/Mephistopheles, Lucifer/Anti-Christ (yeah.)
Chapter: 2/?
Rating: Uh... R?
Warning: OKAY, WHEN I SAY BLASPHEMY, I REALLY MEAN IT GUYS. LIKE, REALLY. Mansex, violence, darkness, angst, ANGST, ANGST, and probably some smut. Oh, and food porn.
Summary: Artie Abrahms has something both Heaven and Hell want and now he's stuck between the Archangel Gabriel and Mephistopheles
Disclaimer: Not mine, Glee belongs to Ryan Murphy and Fox, Gabriel, Lucifer and Meph all belong to mythology
Notes: Okay... So... This is my first attempt at twisted dark!fic in the Glee universe. It features Angel!Kurt and demon!Puck and has a whole lot of Biblical references going on. Thanks to emocezi for help with the title and to everyone else out there who is awesome enough to help me with this, you know who you are.
Previous Chapters: i
“Dear Lord,
As I seek to cleanse my hands, O God, purify my heart and make me acceptable in your sight. I pray that You would look upon me and bless me. As I humble myself before You, exalt me and let Your favor go before me. Spread Your goodness before me. May it accompany Your mercy as it follows me in accordance with Your promises. Lord, cause Your face to shine upon me. Let Your blessings overtake me. Grant me peace with all who would set their face against me as I walk in peace and fellowship with You. Let no weapon formed against me succeed. Equip me with the strength to do Your will. Bless the work of my hands and cause me to prosper in all my ways, even as my soul prospers. Order my steps on paths of promotion as I acknowledge You. Grant me the power to gain wealth as I surrender my all to You. Most of all, I pray that You grant me wisdom. The wisdom to seek You above all things. Teach me to be a wise steward of all You grant, and let each blessing that You render be an occasion to further glorify Your name in the earth. In the matchless and wonderful name of Jesus. Amen.”
Arthur 'Artie' Abrams rose from his knees after crossing himself and finishing his prayer. The Church was empty this early in the morning. The doors were locked often at 5:45, but he preferred to get an early start to his day and he and the priest of the church were old friends. The priest woke every morning at five, and as such, had no problem letting Artie into the church through the rectory.
Standing, Artie made his way to the altar, bowed his head and kissed the smooth stone before he walked over to the votive candles. Fishing out a five dollar bill from his wallet, he slid it into the donations slot and lit a taper. Lighting a fresh white candle, Artie cupped his hand around the taper and blew the flame out before laying the taper back with the others and bowing his head in prayer.
Once he was done, Artie walked towards the back of the church and climbed the stairs. Sitting on a pew on the balcony that over looked the rest of the empty church, Artie smiled. It was empty save for him, and silent except for the quiet thrumming of the ceiling fans. He felt so at peace, sitting in this place of worship, so at one with himself that he wished he could feel it all the time. The windows were still slightly darkened as the sun was just beginning to rise, casting shadows over angelic faces.
As he slid off his sneakers and tucked them under the pew and stretched out on the long, polished wooden bench, he sighed. Closing his eyes as he pulled his rose quartz rosary from his pocket, Artie let his fingers slide along the beads. His hand closed around the cross at the base of the rosary and his lips began to move in silent prayer just as the bells in the tower chimed out six times to greet the morning.
~*~
“So, are you excited for your first day?”
Artie laughed as he towelled his hair dry and looked in the mirror of his foggy bathroom at the figure standing behind him.
“I guess. Third year, not much of a change.”
“You finally get to wear one of those snazzy white coats.”
Snickering softly, Artie turned to look at his tub and the blond haired man who was sitting cross legged on the edge. He was beautiful in a way that could not be described, symmetrical and perfect in every sense of the word. His hair was blond, just past his ears and slicked back away from his immaculately sculpted face. From behind a pair of silver framed glasses a pair of the purest, bluest eyes watched Artie curiously. His cupid's bow mouth was turned upward in a sort of comforting smile that didn't look chastising.
“I'm sure you're excited for that.”
The blond gave an airy sigh and stood from his perch, stretching his long legs and stepping up onto the thin rim of the tub instead. “I thought you would be.”
“Honestly, Gabriel, I don't see how it's special.”
Gabriel turned his eyes to Artie from his curious examination of the shampoo bottle on the rack in the shower. He leaned over, his fingers caressing down Artie's cheek and cupping his chin. Artie shivered a little at the pins and needles feeling that ran through his body at the touch.
“Trust me, it's special.”
Artie just brushed off the touch and walked to the kitchen, belting his jeans on the journey, and looked for his cereal. Finding a bowl and the box, Artie shook the flakes into the plastic bowl before rummaging in the fridge for milk. Pouring the rest of the carton into the milk, he rinsed off a spoon and began shovelling the cereal into his mouth.
“Slow down or you'll choke!”
Artie muttered something and Gabriel just rolled his eyes, hopping up onto the counter next to Artie's coffee machine, watching curiously as it sputtered and made grinding noises as he poked it.
“Stop that!” Artie batted at the hand poking his coffee peculator and ignored the quick flash of pins and needles that went up through his arm. “You're breaking my coffee thing!”
“Sorry.” Gabriel's voice was filled with remorse and Artie just nodded. “You should leave soon, you have class in forty two minutes.”
“Really? Darn it!” Tossing his cereal into the sink, Artie scrambled around the apartment, shoving things into his knapsack, looking for his keys, bike lock, helmet and text books.
“You have seven minutes until your bus arrives.”
“Thank you, Gabriel! You're so helpful!”
“You're welcome.”
Hopping into his shoes, Artie threw a quick wave over his shoulder and ran out the door. Thirty seconds later he ran back in, grabbing the white lab coat that was hanging from Gabriel's fingers and then took off running again.
~*~
Artie's day was going excellent, most of his professors were repeats, and in the few smaller classes, with even smaller labs, people were welcoming. Sure he got a few stares when he left his chemistry lab early to go to midday prayers, but he got that anyway, regardless of where he was.
Now he was in a new lecture - Viral Pathogenesis - and it seemed pretty interesting on the syllabus. He had always been interested in Virology ever since he first figured out it existed. Something about getting to the root of a virus, where it started, how it started, why it mutated the way it did... It was fascinating.
“Is this seat taken?”
Artie's head snapped to the side as he looked at someone standing in the aisle, pointing to the seat against the wall next to him.
“Oh, no, sorry!” Clearing up his small mess and standing, Artie let the boy shuffle past. “I was just meditating.”
“On your sandwich?”
Artie looked at the sandwich in his hands and laughed a little. “I guess so.” He took another bite, sighing happily - turkey, light mayonnaise, two tea spoons of mustard, romaine lettuce, grape tomatoes and just a small slice of provolone cheese on a whole wheat bun.
“I'm Noah. Noah Puckerman.”
Artie looked at the offered hand, then to his mustard-y hand, and offered his elbow instead. This Noah laughed softly and they shook elbows.
“Nice to meet you Noah Puckerman, I'm Artie Abrams.”
“Cool.”
Artie watched as Noah pulled out a sleek Macbook and set it on the small folding desk and started it up. He typed a few things in and then looked over to Artie. “What's your major?”
“Microbiology, Immunology and Molecular Genetics with a specialization in Virology, you?”
“Same, except specializing in genetics.”
Artie nodded and finished up his food, dusting himself off and taking a sip of water. His watch beeped and Artie pulled out his rosary, fingers sliding over the beads as he said his evening prayers.
“Dude, you're studying to be a doctor and you're religious, isn't that kind of contradictory?”
Artie finished quickly and tucked his rosary back in his pocket before turning to Noah. “I don't think so. Yeshua healed the sick, and I'm just following in his footsteps.”
“Yeshua?”
“It's the --”
“True name of Jesus of Nazareth, I know. I just haven't heard anyone call him that in a very long time.”
“I prefer to be as accurate as possible in my worship.”
“So... do you like... believe in Hell and demons and stuff?”
“Absolutely.”
“Have you ever met one?”
“Met what?”
“A demon of course!”
“No. Thank the Lord. But I have seen angels.”
“Oh yeah? What are they like?”
“Beautiful... Perfect... All loving.”
“Must be nice.”
“What?”
“Your delusions.”
“You may call me delusional. I call it faith.”
Noah's lips slid into a smile, kid had spunk, that was new. He tapped a few keys on the keyboard and turned to Artie to say something before the professor walked into the lecture hall. He turned his attention back to the screen a moment, before nudging Artie.
“Hey, wanna grab a coffee after class and talk?”
“Sure.”
~*~
“What do you want?”
“You said coffee, not dinner.”
“I'm hungry.”
“I can't afford anything in this place.”
“I'm buying.”
“... Okay.”
They were shown to a corner table in an upscale restaurant on Rodeo Drive. Noah smiled at the waitress and ordered some fancy sounding drink, while Artie dumbly ordered a coke. Artie stared at the menu, his eyes almost popping out of his head, a steak dinner cost an arm and a leg, how was Noah going to pay for all this?
Noah's fancy drink was brought to the table and he took a slow, appreciative sip before folding his menu. “What are you having?”
“Nothing by the looks of these prices.”
“I said I don't care about prices.”
“But...”
“Get whatever you want.”
Stammering, Artie looked over the menu, he felt horrible, he didn't want to make Noah pay for all of this... But... What could it hurt, right?
“Okay, I guess I'll have the fettuccine with shrimp and crab.”
“Good choice.”
When the waitress returned, they placed their orders, a prime rib for Noah and the fettuccine for Artie. Once they were alone, Noah spread his hands out over the table top, leaning in close, gaining Artie's attention.
“So... What makes you so religious?”
“I don't know really... I mean both of my parents are atheists, my mom said when I was five I refused to go to any school except a Catholic one and that I used to love going to Church.”
“That's so interesting.”
“What about you? Are you religious?”
“Of a sort...”
Their food as dropped off and Artie took a few bites before leaning back. “What do you mean?”
“My dad, he was a real Godly guy... I mean, big time, but he just sort of fell out of faith.”
“That's a shame. It happens a lot now.”
“What, with the advancement of science you mean?”
“I guess. Just... It seems like the world doesn't have much room for Jesus.”
“You're not... one of those crazy fundamentalist types are you? The whole, if you eat meat on Friday you're going to Hell, kind of people?”
“I'm eating shellfish,” Artie retorted, getting a small snort of laughter in response.
“You're cheeky.”
Artie just grinned and took another bite of his shrimp.
~*~
“Gabriel, I'm home!”
“I'm in your bedroom!”
Kicking off his shoes and slowly disrobing, Artie made his way to his room, leaving a trail of clothes in his wake. He collapsed onto his bed and smiled into his pillow as he felt hands smooth over his aching shoulders before wrapping around him. The warmth from the body behind him seeped into his own and he rolled over to face the other occupant of the bed.
The blue eyes were the same but dark hair fell over pale, rosy cheeks. Full lips curled into an adorable lop-sided smile and Artie couldn't help the one that curled over his own mouth. His tanned hands traced over the pale cheeks curiously.
“And who is this solid person before me?”
“I haven't given him a name yet.”
Artie smiled at the high lilt of voice that fell from unfamiliar lips, but with such a familiar, haunting tone.
“Can I name you?”
“I suppose.”
“I think I'll name you... Kurt.”
“Kurt?”
“Yeah. You know, from courteous.”
“Ah, I like that.”
“I thought you would.” Artie closed his eyes a moment and let the shared heat surrounding them seep into his aching body. “So, why are you corporeal, Gabriel?”
“My Father thought it would help me better serve you if perhaps people did not think you were a paranoid schizophrenic and talking to yourself.”
“That is appreciated.”
Artie smiled as he heard the angel give a small laugh and let his tired body be rolled onto his side as Gabriel took him into his arms and caressed his hair. Artie yawned softly against the angel's bare chest and gave a sleepy smile at the kiss to his forehead.
“Gabriel..?”
“Yes, Arthur?”
“Will you sing for me?”
“What would you like me to sing for you?”
“Something nice...”
There was a long silence and Artie listened to the almost there beat of the angel's heart and soaked in the warmth and love that surrounded him. Fingers curled into his hair, slight and sweet, petting him as if he was the most beloved thing to this Angel of God.
“Amazing grace! How sweet the sound that saved a wretch like me! I once was lost, but now am found; was blind, but now I see. 'Twas grace that taught my heart to fear, and grace my fears relieved; how precious did that grace appear the hour I first believed...”
Pairing(s): Artie/Kurt, Puck/Kurt, Puck/Artie, Gabriel/Lucifer, Lucifer/Mephistopheles, Lucifer/Anti-Christ (yeah.)
Chapter: 2/?
Rating: Uh... R?
Warning: OKAY, WHEN I SAY BLASPHEMY, I REALLY MEAN IT GUYS. LIKE, REALLY. Mansex, violence, darkness, angst, ANGST, ANGST, and probably some smut. Oh, and food porn.
Summary: Artie Abrahms has something both Heaven and Hell want and now he's stuck between the Archangel Gabriel and Mephistopheles
Disclaimer: Not mine, Glee belongs to Ryan Murphy and Fox, Gabriel, Lucifer and Meph all belong to mythology
Notes: Okay... So... This is my first attempt at twisted dark!fic in the Glee universe. It features Angel!Kurt and demon!Puck and has a whole lot of Biblical references going on. Thanks to emocezi for help with the title and to everyone else out there who is awesome enough to help me with this, you know who you are.
Previous Chapters: i
“Dear Lord,
As I seek to cleanse my hands, O God, purify my heart and make me acceptable in your sight. I pray that You would look upon me and bless me. As I humble myself before You, exalt me and let Your favor go before me. Spread Your goodness before me. May it accompany Your mercy as it follows me in accordance with Your promises. Lord, cause Your face to shine upon me. Let Your blessings overtake me. Grant me peace with all who would set their face against me as I walk in peace and fellowship with You. Let no weapon formed against me succeed. Equip me with the strength to do Your will. Bless the work of my hands and cause me to prosper in all my ways, even as my soul prospers. Order my steps on paths of promotion as I acknowledge You. Grant me the power to gain wealth as I surrender my all to You. Most of all, I pray that You grant me wisdom. The wisdom to seek You above all things. Teach me to be a wise steward of all You grant, and let each blessing that You render be an occasion to further glorify Your name in the earth. In the matchless and wonderful name of Jesus. Amen.”
Arthur 'Artie' Abrams rose from his knees after crossing himself and finishing his prayer. The Church was empty this early in the morning. The doors were locked often at 5:45, but he preferred to get an early start to his day and he and the priest of the church were old friends. The priest woke every morning at five, and as such, had no problem letting Artie into the church through the rectory.
Standing, Artie made his way to the altar, bowed his head and kissed the smooth stone before he walked over to the votive candles. Fishing out a five dollar bill from his wallet, he slid it into the donations slot and lit a taper. Lighting a fresh white candle, Artie cupped his hand around the taper and blew the flame out before laying the taper back with the others and bowing his head in prayer.
Once he was done, Artie walked towards the back of the church and climbed the stairs. Sitting on a pew on the balcony that over looked the rest of the empty church, Artie smiled. It was empty save for him, and silent except for the quiet thrumming of the ceiling fans. He felt so at peace, sitting in this place of worship, so at one with himself that he wished he could feel it all the time. The windows were still slightly darkened as the sun was just beginning to rise, casting shadows over angelic faces.
As he slid off his sneakers and tucked them under the pew and stretched out on the long, polished wooden bench, he sighed. Closing his eyes as he pulled his rose quartz rosary from his pocket, Artie let his fingers slide along the beads. His hand closed around the cross at the base of the rosary and his lips began to move in silent prayer just as the bells in the tower chimed out six times to greet the morning.
~*~
“So, are you excited for your first day?”
Artie laughed as he towelled his hair dry and looked in the mirror of his foggy bathroom at the figure standing behind him.
“I guess. Third year, not much of a change.”
“You finally get to wear one of those snazzy white coats.”
Snickering softly, Artie turned to look at his tub and the blond haired man who was sitting cross legged on the edge. He was beautiful in a way that could not be described, symmetrical and perfect in every sense of the word. His hair was blond, just past his ears and slicked back away from his immaculately sculpted face. From behind a pair of silver framed glasses a pair of the purest, bluest eyes watched Artie curiously. His cupid's bow mouth was turned upward in a sort of comforting smile that didn't look chastising.
“I'm sure you're excited for that.”
The blond gave an airy sigh and stood from his perch, stretching his long legs and stepping up onto the thin rim of the tub instead. “I thought you would be.”
“Honestly, Gabriel, I don't see how it's special.”
Gabriel turned his eyes to Artie from his curious examination of the shampoo bottle on the rack in the shower. He leaned over, his fingers caressing down Artie's cheek and cupping his chin. Artie shivered a little at the pins and needles feeling that ran through his body at the touch.
“Trust me, it's special.”
Artie just brushed off the touch and walked to the kitchen, belting his jeans on the journey, and looked for his cereal. Finding a bowl and the box, Artie shook the flakes into the plastic bowl before rummaging in the fridge for milk. Pouring the rest of the carton into the milk, he rinsed off a spoon and began shovelling the cereal into his mouth.
“Slow down or you'll choke!”
Artie muttered something and Gabriel just rolled his eyes, hopping up onto the counter next to Artie's coffee machine, watching curiously as it sputtered and made grinding noises as he poked it.
“Stop that!” Artie batted at the hand poking his coffee peculator and ignored the quick flash of pins and needles that went up through his arm. “You're breaking my coffee thing!”
“Sorry.” Gabriel's voice was filled with remorse and Artie just nodded. “You should leave soon, you have class in forty two minutes.”
“Really? Darn it!” Tossing his cereal into the sink, Artie scrambled around the apartment, shoving things into his knapsack, looking for his keys, bike lock, helmet and text books.
“You have seven minutes until your bus arrives.”
“Thank you, Gabriel! You're so helpful!”
“You're welcome.”
Hopping into his shoes, Artie threw a quick wave over his shoulder and ran out the door. Thirty seconds later he ran back in, grabbing the white lab coat that was hanging from Gabriel's fingers and then took off running again.
~*~
Artie's day was going excellent, most of his professors were repeats, and in the few smaller classes, with even smaller labs, people were welcoming. Sure he got a few stares when he left his chemistry lab early to go to midday prayers, but he got that anyway, regardless of where he was.
Now he was in a new lecture - Viral Pathogenesis - and it seemed pretty interesting on the syllabus. He had always been interested in Virology ever since he first figured out it existed. Something about getting to the root of a virus, where it started, how it started, why it mutated the way it did... It was fascinating.
“Is this seat taken?”
Artie's head snapped to the side as he looked at someone standing in the aisle, pointing to the seat against the wall next to him.
“Oh, no, sorry!” Clearing up his small mess and standing, Artie let the boy shuffle past. “I was just meditating.”
“On your sandwich?”
Artie looked at the sandwich in his hands and laughed a little. “I guess so.” He took another bite, sighing happily - turkey, light mayonnaise, two tea spoons of mustard, romaine lettuce, grape tomatoes and just a small slice of provolone cheese on a whole wheat bun.
“I'm Noah. Noah Puckerman.”
Artie looked at the offered hand, then to his mustard-y hand, and offered his elbow instead. This Noah laughed softly and they shook elbows.
“Nice to meet you Noah Puckerman, I'm Artie Abrams.”
“Cool.”
Artie watched as Noah pulled out a sleek Macbook and set it on the small folding desk and started it up. He typed a few things in and then looked over to Artie. “What's your major?”
“Microbiology, Immunology and Molecular Genetics with a specialization in Virology, you?”
“Same, except specializing in genetics.”
Artie nodded and finished up his food, dusting himself off and taking a sip of water. His watch beeped and Artie pulled out his rosary, fingers sliding over the beads as he said his evening prayers.
“Dude, you're studying to be a doctor and you're religious, isn't that kind of contradictory?”
Artie finished quickly and tucked his rosary back in his pocket before turning to Noah. “I don't think so. Yeshua healed the sick, and I'm just following in his footsteps.”
“Yeshua?”
“It's the --”
“True name of Jesus of Nazareth, I know. I just haven't heard anyone call him that in a very long time.”
“I prefer to be as accurate as possible in my worship.”
“So... do you like... believe in Hell and demons and stuff?”
“Absolutely.”
“Have you ever met one?”
“Met what?”
“A demon of course!”
“No. Thank the Lord. But I have seen angels.”
“Oh yeah? What are they like?”
“Beautiful... Perfect... All loving.”
“Must be nice.”
“What?”
“Your delusions.”
“You may call me delusional. I call it faith.”
Noah's lips slid into a smile, kid had spunk, that was new. He tapped a few keys on the keyboard and turned to Artie to say something before the professor walked into the lecture hall. He turned his attention back to the screen a moment, before nudging Artie.
“Hey, wanna grab a coffee after class and talk?”
“Sure.”
~*~
“What do you want?”
“You said coffee, not dinner.”
“I'm hungry.”
“I can't afford anything in this place.”
“I'm buying.”
“... Okay.”
They were shown to a corner table in an upscale restaurant on Rodeo Drive. Noah smiled at the waitress and ordered some fancy sounding drink, while Artie dumbly ordered a coke. Artie stared at the menu, his eyes almost popping out of his head, a steak dinner cost an arm and a leg, how was Noah going to pay for all this?
Noah's fancy drink was brought to the table and he took a slow, appreciative sip before folding his menu. “What are you having?”
“Nothing by the looks of these prices.”
“I said I don't care about prices.”
“But...”
“Get whatever you want.”
Stammering, Artie looked over the menu, he felt horrible, he didn't want to make Noah pay for all of this... But... What could it hurt, right?
“Okay, I guess I'll have the fettuccine with shrimp and crab.”
“Good choice.”
When the waitress returned, they placed their orders, a prime rib for Noah and the fettuccine for Artie. Once they were alone, Noah spread his hands out over the table top, leaning in close, gaining Artie's attention.
“So... What makes you so religious?”
“I don't know really... I mean both of my parents are atheists, my mom said when I was five I refused to go to any school except a Catholic one and that I used to love going to Church.”
“That's so interesting.”
“What about you? Are you religious?”
“Of a sort...”
Their food as dropped off and Artie took a few bites before leaning back. “What do you mean?”
“My dad, he was a real Godly guy... I mean, big time, but he just sort of fell out of faith.”
“That's a shame. It happens a lot now.”
“What, with the advancement of science you mean?”
“I guess. Just... It seems like the world doesn't have much room for Jesus.”
“You're not... one of those crazy fundamentalist types are you? The whole, if you eat meat on Friday you're going to Hell, kind of people?”
“I'm eating shellfish,” Artie retorted, getting a small snort of laughter in response.
“You're cheeky.”
Artie just grinned and took another bite of his shrimp.
~*~
“Gabriel, I'm home!”
“I'm in your bedroom!”
Kicking off his shoes and slowly disrobing, Artie made his way to his room, leaving a trail of clothes in his wake. He collapsed onto his bed and smiled into his pillow as he felt hands smooth over his aching shoulders before wrapping around him. The warmth from the body behind him seeped into his own and he rolled over to face the other occupant of the bed.
The blue eyes were the same but dark hair fell over pale, rosy cheeks. Full lips curled into an adorable lop-sided smile and Artie couldn't help the one that curled over his own mouth. His tanned hands traced over the pale cheeks curiously.
“And who is this solid person before me?”
“I haven't given him a name yet.”
Artie smiled at the high lilt of voice that fell from unfamiliar lips, but with such a familiar, haunting tone.
“Can I name you?”
“I suppose.”
“I think I'll name you... Kurt.”
“Kurt?”
“Yeah. You know, from courteous.”
“Ah, I like that.”
“I thought you would.” Artie closed his eyes a moment and let the shared heat surrounding them seep into his aching body. “So, why are you corporeal, Gabriel?”
“My Father thought it would help me better serve you if perhaps people did not think you were a paranoid schizophrenic and talking to yourself.”
“That is appreciated.”
Artie smiled as he heard the angel give a small laugh and let his tired body be rolled onto his side as Gabriel took him into his arms and caressed his hair. Artie yawned softly against the angel's bare chest and gave a sleepy smile at the kiss to his forehead.
“Gabriel..?”
“Yes, Arthur?”
“Will you sing for me?”
“What would you like me to sing for you?”
“Something nice...”
There was a long silence and Artie listened to the almost there beat of the angel's heart and soaked in the warmth and love that surrounded him. Fingers curled into his hair, slight and sweet, petting him as if he was the most beloved thing to this Angel of God.
“Amazing grace! How sweet the sound that saved a wretch like me! I once was lost, but now am found; was blind, but now I see. 'Twas grace that taught my heart to fear, and grace my fears relieved; how precious did that grace appear the hour I first believed...”