Chapter 5!
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: 5/?
Rating: 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, ii, iii, iv
WARNING THIS CHAPTER HAS SOME RATHER GRAPHIC VIOLENCE.
The church was a mess, the large cross over the altar was inverted, the entire layout of the church reversed. Black and red candles surrounded the stone altar, which too, was black and carved into the shape of a heptagram with an inverted, encircled pentagram carved into the stone. Twelve figures surrounded the altar, each beautiful and terrible, each holding a candle and each wearing a black robe adorned with varying sigils.
A thirteenth figure broke the circle that surrounded the altar, his robe was a pure, royal blue. His long, softly ringleted red hair fell over the shoulders despite being held high in a ponytail. Slowly he approached each figure, dipping his thumb into a small pestle and drawing a line over their foreheads as he addressed them.
He approached the first, a man with an olive complexion, clear brown eyes and a long black, thick braid. His stance exuded power, and his smile slight and teasing as he talked with the red headed man. In his hands was a purple candle. He shut his eyes as the thumb swiped over his forehead and bowed his head - Asmodeus.
The next was a woman with clear white skin and unruly, frizzy, curled blonde hair and blue eyes that were deep, rich and warm. Her form was powerful, wiry and seductive below her robe. Her candle was pinkish red. She seemed to be known but to a less familiar degree. She rose up on her tip toes as the swipe went across her forehead - Furfur.
Beside her was a broad shouldered, very strong looking man. His hair was short and brown, and he sported a goatee on his rather square jaw. He too, wasn't as well known, but seemed to be respected greatly. In his strong grip was a pale blue candle. He stood very still, not even blinking as the thumb brushed over his forehead - Malphas.
The next was a very tall, slight woman, with extremely long blonde hair, her eyes were very green and her face pleasant. Her candle, like her eyes, was very green. She was familiar with the man, smiling pleasantly and inclining her head before bowing down to receive the swipe to her fair skin - Astaroth.
Beside her was a man who was even taller than her, his hair was shortly cropped and very blonde to the point of almost being white and his eyes were a haunting blue-grey and wizened with age. His hands were clutching a dark blue candle. He was very intimidating and he had to duck to receive the swipe to his forehead - Azazel.
The next was a man to whom the red headed man seemed casual with; they conversed shortly before he was swiped across the forehead. The man held onto a deep grey candle. His hair was reddish-blonde and his eyes hazel. His form was slight, but also powerful - Beelzebub.
The next man was so tall he had to kneel on one knee to come to a lower level than the red head. His skin was dark and smooth, his eyes inky black and his hair short, curled and dark. In his hands was a bright orange candle. Stubble dotted over his skin, giving him a weathered look - Abbadon.
Next was a small child, about eight years old, his dark blue eyes shining with mirth, his skin was very pale and his hair platinum blonde. In his pudgy, white hands was a bright yellow candle. The red head crouched down to his level and smiled softly as he brushed a small line over forehead - Glasya-Labolas.
As the red head drew up, he stopped before a hauntingly beautiful woman who mirrored him in many ways. Her hair fell over her slight shoulders in flowing locks of red and her eyes almost, but not quite, as blue as his. Her slim, delicate fingers were wrapped around a white candle. They kissed on either cheek before the man drew his finger over her forehead, making her eyes flutter - Lilith.
As the red head approached the next man, the man slid a ram's head mask from his face and let it fall to the floor. His face was sunken, hollow and frightening. His eyes were white and his hair black and thin. Thin, bony fingers wrapped around a black candle. The red head stooped and picked up the fallen mask, when he drew back up he drew a line over the man's forehead before replacing the mask - Raum.
The next figure was a woman, her hair was sleek and shiny and black. It fell over her shoulders like water. Her eyes were greenish brown and had an olive complexion. She was holding onto a bright, blood red candle. She smiled brightly when her forehead was anointed - Morax.
The red headed man smiled when he approached the other and tipped his head to the side, and almost laughed, his shoulders shaking. The man before the red head was gorgeous. His hair was a dark auburn colour and was brushed behind his ears, and his eyes a startling emerald green. His skin tanned to a pleasing golden colour which was contrasted by the bright silver candle he was holding. He bowed his head in reverence as he was marked on the forehead - Mephistopheles.
The red head moved to the altar, stepping onto it and spreading his arms wide over the small congregation.
“Friends, we have gathered today to celebrate.”
“Why, my Lord?” It was Morax who spoke.
Lucifer looked at her and smiled. “You will know in good time, children.” His bare feet made quiet noise as he walked from one point to the other of the altar, looking at each demon. “For now, I have presents...”
He descended from the altar and the circle parted as he walked down the long aisle. There was a scream from within the dark, and soon a woman, clutching to a babe, was dragged into the circle by her dirty blonde hair. Lucifer lifted the baby from the mother's arms, causing it to wail and flail it's tiny arms. Lucifer approached Lilith and smiled, handing her the infant. She grinned down at its face, making gentle cooing noises. She let it grip onto her fingers with it's own pudgy little hands before she wrapped her fingers around it's neck and twisted. A quiet snapping noise echoed off the walls and the woman on the altar moaned. Lilith just smiled, baring her teeth at the woman before sucking the tiny fingers into her mouth and biting down.
The woman screamed and made to leap off the altar until Glasya-Labolas sprang atop her, pinning her down with his slight form. His fingers crept over her face, his grin soft and sweet as he tilted his head this way and that, examining her grieving face. He snarled and licked up her tears, ignoring her quiet sobs. He turned to the other demons, his childish face shining with joy. “I call her heart.”
As the other demons jolted into action, each grasping hold of the woman who was writhing atop the black stone, Lucifer hooked arms with Mephistopheles, smiling. “I do so enjoy our gatherings.”
Mephistopheles butted heads lightly with Lucifer, smiling and listening to the faint screams and sounds of ripping flesh and splattering blood. “Me too.”
~*~
Artie shot up in bed, covered in sweat and shaking, he drew his hands over his face and sobbed. Gabriel looked over from his copy of Paradise Lost and climbed into the bed. Artie trembled within the barely there arms before rushing out of the room and into the bathroom. He skidded on the tile floor before vomiting.
“What's wrong?”
“Oh, God...” Artie flushed and stood on shaking legs and rinsed out his mouth, brushing his teeth before leaning against the wall. He looked to Gabriel before shaking his head. “Nightmare...”
“What happened?”
“There was a church... Demons...” Artie clutched the side of his head. “Killing...”
“Come, I'll make you some tea.”
Artie sat at table, smiling as a warm cup of tea appeared before noticing a pen and pad of paper rested at his elbow.
“Write down as many names as you can.”
Artie nodded and sipped his tea, watching as Gabriel walked into the bathroom and shut the door. From the gap between the bottom of the door and the floor a blinding blue white light shone for a few brief moments before vanishing. Then there was soft talking in a language Artie faintly remembered Gabriel telling him was Enochian.
Too curious for his own good he crept towards the bathroom door and listened in. It was mostly indecipherable gibberish every now and then with a few random words he thought he understood. Closing his eyes, he listened close and heard a name 'Uriel' - so Gabriel was talking to another angel. Whatever they were talking about, it seemed important, and Gabriel seemed very upset while the other voice, which he assumed was Uriel's, seemed calmer.
“We have to tell him... I think its his right to know, Father gave him free will just like anyone.”
“No! Uriel... no!”
Then the door was opening and Artie scrambled back to his seat and sloshed his tea everywhere as he grabbed it too quick. As he sat there, sipping his tea, Artie vaguely realized that he had somehow managed to understand Enochian.
Gabriel walked back through the door, which was still closed, and was followed seconds later by another figure, who he could only assume was Uriel. He was beautiful in the same was as Gabriel was, perfect and symmetrical. His hair was long, messy but pulled into a thick braid, and his skin was tanner, which seemed slightly unnerving to Artie, because Angels should always be pale.
Uriel approached the table and looked down at the tea soaked paper at the names. He tilted his head and then looked to Artie. “There are three names missing.”
“I...” Artie looked back at the paper, then to the Angel looming over his shoulder. “I don't remember them.”
Uriel made a small face, like he had eaten something sour and then looked to Gabriel, then back to Artie. “Very well. I will converse with Mikhael.”
Artie blinked and Uriel was gone, and a moment later, so was Gabriel, leaving him alone at the table with his rapidly cooling tea.
~*~
“So...” Mephistopheles breathed, laying back on the cool white marble floor, sucking on Lucifer's fingers before he presented his own to the other's mouth. “Tell me about Artie Abrams.”
“Hmm?” Lucifer wrapped his mouth around the long fingers and sucked slowly, grinning around them. “What do you want to know?”
Mephistopheles watched as Lucifer dipped his fingers into the warm liquid between them and slowly lapped at the pale dripping fingers. “Why are you so interested in him?”
“Well...” Lucifer lowered his fingers from Mephistopheles' mouth before lapping at the residue on them. “He's important to the people Upstairs.”
“Mmm.” Mephistopheles looked to the gasping, bound virgin above his head on the stairs to Lucifer's New York apartment. Sighing, he flexed his fingers so his claws came forth and raked his fingers down her thigh to resume the trickle of blood. Smiling he pressed his hands against the flesh and offered it to Lucifer who slowly began licking it up. “Why?”
“Apparently his brain holds to cure for Auto Immune Deficiency Syndrome.”
“How interesting. And why are you interested in him?”
Lucifer grinned, painting over Mephistopheles' lips with the blood, until his finger was sucked into the warm mouth. “Arthur is a means to an end... A very expensive end that's been a long time in coming.”
Mephistopheles' eyes widened and he let Lucifer's finger slip from his mouth in shock as he stared at the Prince of Hell who was grinning calmly as he gripped onto the virgin's thigh and lapped at the blood.
Artie Abrams was the Anti-Christ.
~~~~~
Thank you to emocezi for Lucifer's last line.
Pairing(s): Artie/Kurt, Puck/Kurt, Puck/Artie, Gabriel/Lucifer, Lucifer/Mephistopheles, Lucifer/Anti-Christ (yeah.)
Chapter: 5/?
Rating: 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, ii, iii, iv
WARNING THIS CHAPTER HAS SOME RATHER GRAPHIC VIOLENCE.
The church was a mess, the large cross over the altar was inverted, the entire layout of the church reversed. Black and red candles surrounded the stone altar, which too, was black and carved into the shape of a heptagram with an inverted, encircled pentagram carved into the stone. Twelve figures surrounded the altar, each beautiful and terrible, each holding a candle and each wearing a black robe adorned with varying sigils.
A thirteenth figure broke the circle that surrounded the altar, his robe was a pure, royal blue. His long, softly ringleted red hair fell over the shoulders despite being held high in a ponytail. Slowly he approached each figure, dipping his thumb into a small pestle and drawing a line over their foreheads as he addressed them.
He approached the first, a man with an olive complexion, clear brown eyes and a long black, thick braid. His stance exuded power, and his smile slight and teasing as he talked with the red headed man. In his hands was a purple candle. He shut his eyes as the thumb swiped over his forehead and bowed his head - Asmodeus.
The next was a woman with clear white skin and unruly, frizzy, curled blonde hair and blue eyes that were deep, rich and warm. Her form was powerful, wiry and seductive below her robe. Her candle was pinkish red. She seemed to be known but to a less familiar degree. She rose up on her tip toes as the swipe went across her forehead - Furfur.
Beside her was a broad shouldered, very strong looking man. His hair was short and brown, and he sported a goatee on his rather square jaw. He too, wasn't as well known, but seemed to be respected greatly. In his strong grip was a pale blue candle. He stood very still, not even blinking as the thumb brushed over his forehead - Malphas.
The next was a very tall, slight woman, with extremely long blonde hair, her eyes were very green and her face pleasant. Her candle, like her eyes, was very green. She was familiar with the man, smiling pleasantly and inclining her head before bowing down to receive the swipe to her fair skin - Astaroth.
Beside her was a man who was even taller than her, his hair was shortly cropped and very blonde to the point of almost being white and his eyes were a haunting blue-grey and wizened with age. His hands were clutching a dark blue candle. He was very intimidating and he had to duck to receive the swipe to his forehead - Azazel.
The next was a man to whom the red headed man seemed casual with; they conversed shortly before he was swiped across the forehead. The man held onto a deep grey candle. His hair was reddish-blonde and his eyes hazel. His form was slight, but also powerful - Beelzebub.
The next man was so tall he had to kneel on one knee to come to a lower level than the red head. His skin was dark and smooth, his eyes inky black and his hair short, curled and dark. In his hands was a bright orange candle. Stubble dotted over his skin, giving him a weathered look - Abbadon.
Next was a small child, about eight years old, his dark blue eyes shining with mirth, his skin was very pale and his hair platinum blonde. In his pudgy, white hands was a bright yellow candle. The red head crouched down to his level and smiled softly as he brushed a small line over forehead - Glasya-Labolas.
As the red head drew up, he stopped before a hauntingly beautiful woman who mirrored him in many ways. Her hair fell over her slight shoulders in flowing locks of red and her eyes almost, but not quite, as blue as his. Her slim, delicate fingers were wrapped around a white candle. They kissed on either cheek before the man drew his finger over her forehead, making her eyes flutter - Lilith.
As the red head approached the next man, the man slid a ram's head mask from his face and let it fall to the floor. His face was sunken, hollow and frightening. His eyes were white and his hair black and thin. Thin, bony fingers wrapped around a black candle. The red head stooped and picked up the fallen mask, when he drew back up he drew a line over the man's forehead before replacing the mask - Raum.
The next figure was a woman, her hair was sleek and shiny and black. It fell over her shoulders like water. Her eyes were greenish brown and had an olive complexion. She was holding onto a bright, blood red candle. She smiled brightly when her forehead was anointed - Morax.
The red headed man smiled when he approached the other and tipped his head to the side, and almost laughed, his shoulders shaking. The man before the red head was gorgeous. His hair was a dark auburn colour and was brushed behind his ears, and his eyes a startling emerald green. His skin tanned to a pleasing golden colour which was contrasted by the bright silver candle he was holding. He bowed his head in reverence as he was marked on the forehead - Mephistopheles.
The red head moved to the altar, stepping onto it and spreading his arms wide over the small congregation.
“Friends, we have gathered today to celebrate.”
“Why, my Lord?” It was Morax who spoke.
Lucifer looked at her and smiled. “You will know in good time, children.” His bare feet made quiet noise as he walked from one point to the other of the altar, looking at each demon. “For now, I have presents...”
He descended from the altar and the circle parted as he walked down the long aisle. There was a scream from within the dark, and soon a woman, clutching to a babe, was dragged into the circle by her dirty blonde hair. Lucifer lifted the baby from the mother's arms, causing it to wail and flail it's tiny arms. Lucifer approached Lilith and smiled, handing her the infant. She grinned down at its face, making gentle cooing noises. She let it grip onto her fingers with it's own pudgy little hands before she wrapped her fingers around it's neck and twisted. A quiet snapping noise echoed off the walls and the woman on the altar moaned. Lilith just smiled, baring her teeth at the woman before sucking the tiny fingers into her mouth and biting down.
The woman screamed and made to leap off the altar until Glasya-Labolas sprang atop her, pinning her down with his slight form. His fingers crept over her face, his grin soft and sweet as he tilted his head this way and that, examining her grieving face. He snarled and licked up her tears, ignoring her quiet sobs. He turned to the other demons, his childish face shining with joy. “I call her heart.”
As the other demons jolted into action, each grasping hold of the woman who was writhing atop the black stone, Lucifer hooked arms with Mephistopheles, smiling. “I do so enjoy our gatherings.”
Mephistopheles butted heads lightly with Lucifer, smiling and listening to the faint screams and sounds of ripping flesh and splattering blood. “Me too.”
~*~
Artie shot up in bed, covered in sweat and shaking, he drew his hands over his face and sobbed. Gabriel looked over from his copy of Paradise Lost and climbed into the bed. Artie trembled within the barely there arms before rushing out of the room and into the bathroom. He skidded on the tile floor before vomiting.
“What's wrong?”
“Oh, God...” Artie flushed and stood on shaking legs and rinsed out his mouth, brushing his teeth before leaning against the wall. He looked to Gabriel before shaking his head. “Nightmare...”
“What happened?”
“There was a church... Demons...” Artie clutched the side of his head. “Killing...”
“Come, I'll make you some tea.”
Artie sat at table, smiling as a warm cup of tea appeared before noticing a pen and pad of paper rested at his elbow.
“Write down as many names as you can.”
Artie nodded and sipped his tea, watching as Gabriel walked into the bathroom and shut the door. From the gap between the bottom of the door and the floor a blinding blue white light shone for a few brief moments before vanishing. Then there was soft talking in a language Artie faintly remembered Gabriel telling him was Enochian.
Too curious for his own good he crept towards the bathroom door and listened in. It was mostly indecipherable gibberish every now and then with a few random words he thought he understood. Closing his eyes, he listened close and heard a name 'Uriel' - so Gabriel was talking to another angel. Whatever they were talking about, it seemed important, and Gabriel seemed very upset while the other voice, which he assumed was Uriel's, seemed calmer.
“We have to tell him... I think its his right to know, Father gave him free will just like anyone.”
“No! Uriel... no!”
Then the door was opening and Artie scrambled back to his seat and sloshed his tea everywhere as he grabbed it too quick. As he sat there, sipping his tea, Artie vaguely realized that he had somehow managed to understand Enochian.
Gabriel walked back through the door, which was still closed, and was followed seconds later by another figure, who he could only assume was Uriel. He was beautiful in the same was as Gabriel was, perfect and symmetrical. His hair was long, messy but pulled into a thick braid, and his skin was tanner, which seemed slightly unnerving to Artie, because Angels should always be pale.
Uriel approached the table and looked down at the tea soaked paper at the names. He tilted his head and then looked to Artie. “There are three names missing.”
“I...” Artie looked back at the paper, then to the Angel looming over his shoulder. “I don't remember them.”
Uriel made a small face, like he had eaten something sour and then looked to Gabriel, then back to Artie. “Very well. I will converse with Mikhael.”
Artie blinked and Uriel was gone, and a moment later, so was Gabriel, leaving him alone at the table with his rapidly cooling tea.
~*~
“So...” Mephistopheles breathed, laying back on the cool white marble floor, sucking on Lucifer's fingers before he presented his own to the other's mouth. “Tell me about Artie Abrams.”
“Hmm?” Lucifer wrapped his mouth around the long fingers and sucked slowly, grinning around them. “What do you want to know?”
Mephistopheles watched as Lucifer dipped his fingers into the warm liquid between them and slowly lapped at the pale dripping fingers. “Why are you so interested in him?”
“Well...” Lucifer lowered his fingers from Mephistopheles' mouth before lapping at the residue on them. “He's important to the people Upstairs.”
“Mmm.” Mephistopheles looked to the gasping, bound virgin above his head on the stairs to Lucifer's New York apartment. Sighing, he flexed his fingers so his claws came forth and raked his fingers down her thigh to resume the trickle of blood. Smiling he pressed his hands against the flesh and offered it to Lucifer who slowly began licking it up. “Why?”
“Apparently his brain holds to cure for Auto Immune Deficiency Syndrome.”
“How interesting. And why are you interested in him?”
Lucifer grinned, painting over Mephistopheles' lips with the blood, until his finger was sucked into the warm mouth. “Arthur is a means to an end... A very expensive end that's been a long time in coming.”
Mephistopheles' eyes widened and he let Lucifer's finger slip from his mouth in shock as he stared at the Prince of Hell who was grinning calmly as he gripped onto the virgin's thigh and lapped at the blood.
Artie Abrams was the Anti-Christ.
~~~~~
Thank you to emocezi for Lucifer's last line.