15 of 15!
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: 15/15
Rating: NC-17
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, v, vi, vii, viii, ix, x, xi, xii, xiii, xiv
Artie woke on his sixth day in Hell with a horrible, horrible headache. His temples were throbbing and he felt like his brain was going to be turned to soup. He managed to get dressed and stumbling down the stairs and running across a huge bridge and up another winding set of stairs before running across another bridge. He paused at the heavy, wooden doors, trying to suppress the feeling of wanting to vomit everywhere and pulled on the door ring.
The door shuddered and groaned, and with a grunt, he pulled again. The large door slowly swung open and Artie slipped inside the expansive vastness beyond. Bookshelves, almost a hundred feet high and two hundred feet long towered over him, imps and demons scurried about gathering scrolls and placing them into trolleys or moving to a quiet place to read. In the middle of the circular room, all rows of books and one, massive walkway from the door leading to it, was a table, with a light, and a familiar silhouette of a brunette, hunched over a book.
Artie walked down the long expanse of floor before dropping into a chair across from Kurt, who was balancing reading glasses on his nose, hands pressed firmly on the scroll, and reading.
“What brings you to the Akashic Library, Arthur?”
“Gabriel...”
Artie's voice must have wavered a bit more than he thought, because Kurt was looking up, whipping off his glasses. “You look terrible.”
“Thanks.” Artie managed a sarcastic smile. He was sure he was a sight to look at, if he looked anywhere as bad as he felt. “My head...” He started slowly, his hands moving to his temples. “It's killing me.”
Kurt stood up, pocketing his scroll and glasses and moved around to the other side of the table to help Artie stand. “Come on. We'll get you to Mephistopheles.”
They may not have been on very good speaking terms. Or even good sitting terms. Or even good 'we can be in the same room together' terms; but they were working on it. Artie nodded and let himself get helped up, leaning against Kurt. He wished he could go to Lucifer, tomorrow was his seventh day in Hell, it was his official coronation, where he got all his powers and a crown, which was cool; but since he was getting crowned tomorrow, he and Lucifer had to be in separate areas of the palace, to gather strength, or become focused, or some other Jedi sounding bullshit.
They made their way through the winding corridors lined with statues and encrusted with jewels, and lit by bowls of fire that laid on the floor. After making their way to a different wing of the palace, where Mephistopheles' office was, they worked up the stairs and Kurt nodded to the door. Artie nodded, knowing better than to argue if Kurt wanted to wait in the hall.
“I'll be back in a few minutes.”
“I'll be here.”
Pulling up the latch, Artie pressed his shoulder into the door, giving it a good shove. “Mephistopheles I --”
Artie's words died when he looked into the office. Mephistopheles had his pretty blond human splayed out on his desk and was pounding into him so hard it looked like he might break. Artie's eyes locked with Jake's green and he knew, if he had any doubt, that Jake had stayed, and wanted to stay, of his own free will. Green eyes rolled back, mouth falling open, brows furrowing in pleasure and Jake clawed at the desk when Mephistopheles pushed in so hard the desk moved forward a good two inches.
Slamming the door shut, Artie smiled at Kurt who briefly glanced up from his scroll. “He's busy.”
“You mean he's having sex with his human.”
“...Yes.”
There was a rather long, awkward silence between them as they waited. Kurt reading softly and Artie counting rubies laid into the walls. After a bit of time Artie faintly heard the interior door in Mephistopheles' office, which lead to his bedroom, open and then shut. Moments later the latch on the door lifted and the door opened just a bit. Artie looked to Kurt, Kurt looked at him, then nodded. Artie walked inside.
Mephistopheles was walking back to his desk, doing up his belt. He dropped into his Corinthian leather chair and looked up at Artie expectantly. Artie shut and latched the door, but hovered near it, unsure if he wanted to actually sit anywhere. Or lean against any surface.
“I'm sorry for interrupting your lunch.”
“It's alright. You could have stayed you know. You would have enjoyed yourself.”
“I'm fine.”
“Pity, because then you could have returned the favour, letting me in on one of your...”
At Artie's unimpressed, hardened look, Mephistopheles quieted and turned his eyes back to his computer monitor. Yes, there were computers in hell, and the download speed was phenomenal.
“So, why did you come here?” Mephistopheles asked, switching subjects.
“I have this horrible headache.”
Mephistopheles stood, guiding Artie to a chair, Artie protested a minute at being manhandled before he was pushed down into a soft, plush chair. Mephistopheles grabbed his desk lamp and shone it in Artie's eyes. Artie growled a little in agitation but was bending his head when Mephistopheles guided him. He felt Mephistopheles poke around his scalp and shift his hair in a way very reminiscent of when he was having checks at school for head lice.
“What are you doing!?” Artie asked, flailing a little in his position and managing to jab Mephistopheles pretty hard in the side.
Mephistopheles said nothing but a quiet 'hmmm' as he looked down. Then clucked his tongue and poked at Artie's head, hard.
“Ow! You ass! What the fuck!”
“Does this hurt?” Prod.
“Yes! Ow!”
“Mmm.”
“What is that supposed to mean?”
“Your horns are cutting through.”
“My what?!”
“Your horns. You know, pointy, grow out of the top of your head?” Mephistopheles made an antler motion and was rewarded with a hard kick to the shin.
“Why didn't you tell me this before!?”
“It would have ruined the surprise?”
“Why do I have to have horns!? You don't have any! Lucifer doesn't have any!”
“We're Fallen Angels. You're not.”
“I'm human!”
“Not after tomorrow.”
“...Oh.” Artie sunk back in the chair. That was right, becoming the Anti-Christ meant demonizing himself... He had kind of forgotten that part.
Slowly, Artie reached up and touched his hair, he let his fingers graze through the locks before he encountered the two protuberances on the top of his head. He bit his lower lip as he gingerly touched one of them, it came to a fine point; it was smooth, curved backwards just sightly and felt... well it felt like bone. He laughed hysterically. He had horns. He. Had. Horns!
“Oh God...”
“Hey! What have I told you about swearing!”
“Sorry.”
Artie took the offered mirror, pushing his hair out of the way to get a good look at them. They were black, they didn't look like much, but they had only just reached the tips of his hair. Mephistopheles guessed they would stop around four of five inches.
“Will they be finished growing by the end of the day?”
“Most likely. It should stop hurting soon. It only hurts when they first break through, apparently.”
“Mmm.” Artie dug through his pockets and found a cigarette. He lit it and stood, the unlit cigarette dangling from between his lips. “I'll see you later.”
Lighting up the cigarette, Artie stepped into the hall, finding Kurt sitting there, reading calmly. Kurt looked up, made a face at the cigarette, so Artie pinched it out and pocketed it, exhaling.
“You find out what's wrong?”
“Yeah. I have horns.”
“Ooooh! Can I see?”
Artie bent his head and felt Kurt's soft fingers sift through his hair before gently touching one of them. “I like it... They look nice. They suit you.” Kurt scratched between the two horns, making Artie all melty, he smiled. “I think we found your mysterious erogenous zone.”
“Shut up,” Artie mumbled, a little embarrassed. Kurt just smiled and hooked his arms around Artie as they descended the stairs back to the Akashic Library.
~*~
“You feeling okay?” Mephistopheles asked, looking to Artie as he finished getting dressed.
“Yeah. I'm feeling great. Energized.”
Artie slid the black hood over his head, taking a deep breath. He was dressed in a long black and red robe detailed with gold and silver sigils and writing. His feet were bare, on the oddly hot stone floor. Over the robe was a long black cloak, the hood of which was framing his face, making him look oddly pale.
The wide, black marble doors leading into the throne room opened and Artie stole one last look at Mephistopheles who blew him a kiss and gave him a thumbs up. Holding up his middle finger with an endearing smile, Artie turned back to the procession.
Slowly, Artie began walking down the long aisle, doing his best not to look at the legions of demons and beasts that sat, or stood, watching him. Instead, he looked forward, towards Lucifer, who stood in an ornate red robe, which flowed back onto the steps of the dais. In his hands was a long sword, shining in the light of the dozens of chandeliers overhead.
Artie stopped at the foot of the steps that rose to the stage and knelt, bowing his head. A silence swept over the hall, and Artie found himself holding his breath. A gleam caught his eye as Lucifer extended out his arms, sword resting flat in his palms.
“Do you, Arthur Samuel Abrams, swear henceforth to shake off the falsities of the world, the bonds of mortality and the oppressive nature of being embodied within the limitations of human flesh?”
“I do, my Lord Lucifer.”
Artie took the sword and bowed again, before placing it before him on the steps and lowering his hood and rose his head. He watched as Lucifer took the crown from Lilith with a grateful smile and nod of the head. He rose the crown, a shining piece of white and rose gold, ornamented with rubies, onyx, jet and obsidian.
“Arthur Samuel Abrams, from this day forth, do you swear to abide by Demonic Code, become the true embodiment of Wrath, guide demons, torture souls, and punish the wicked as they are so sorted? Do you swear to uphold honour, follow the teachings of the Biblia Demonae? Do you absolve yourself of any and all identities real or implied, for that of Prince of Hell, Dragon of the Pit, Ender of Things, Adversary, and Anti-Christ?”
“Yes, my Lord Lucifer.”
“As Ruler of Hell, King of Demons, Opposer of God, Beast that is called Satan and Fallen Angel known as Lucifer, I crown you, Arthur Samuel Abrams, as Anti-Christ.”
Lucifer placed the crown on Artie's head, and instantly Artie knew the name and location of every demon, he could feel the presence of Heaven, even here, even now, in the faint song that buzzed in the back of his head. He could feel the wholeness of Hell, the writhing souls beneath his feet and the voices of Leviathan and Cerebus welcoming him in his head.
As he rose from his knees, Lucifer placed his hands on either one of Artie's shoulders and kissed him on the forehead. He turned Artie to the crowd of jeering demons, who rose to their feet at the sight of his face.
“I present to you, the Anti-Christ!” The jeering, stomping and screaming reached a high point where it vibrated through the floors, making Artie feel dizzy. “Honour him!”
Silence fell, so quick and so strong, that the very air didn't move. As one, the demonic masses fell to their knees and prostrated before the dais. Lucifer took Artie's hand and lead him to his throne, it was smaller, but no less impressive to Lucifer's. Carved from gold, and shining with jewels, two dragons flanked either side of the chair's back, snarling and protecting the throne's occupant.
Lucifer turned with a flourish and sat in his throne, watching as Artie sat to his right. Lucifer crossed his legs, his chair larger, more ornate than Artie's. His fashioned from rock and gold, snakes winding up the legs, as hooded cobras spat at any who approached from the arm rests. Kurt's head rested against Lucifer's knee, the ex-Angel chained to the throne, however, with the smallest tug, Kurt was crawling into Lucifer's lap.
Artie looked out, over the masses grovelling and celebrating, to the wide, arching cavern of the hall. To the back, where Mephistopheles lingered, watching from the sidelines with Jake.
A smile, which turned into a smirk twisted over his lips.
All hail.
And I will execute great vengeance upon them with furious rebukes; and they shall know that I am the LORD, when I shall lay my vengeance upon them.
- Ezekiel 25:17
~~~~~
LAST CHAPTER GUYS. THE LONGEST CHAPTERED FIC I'VE WRITTEN TO DATE. YAY! YOU ALL MADE IT.
BE ON THE LOOK OUT FOR SPIN OFFS FROM THIS SERIES.
I THANK YOU ALL FROM THE BOTTOM OF MY HEART.
Reference for Artie's horns
If anyone, ANYONE, ever draws art for this fic, I would love you forever
Pairing(s): Artie/Kurt, Puck/Kurt, Puck/Artie, Gabriel/Lucifer, Lucifer/Mephistopheles, Lucifer/Anti-Christ (yeah.)
Chapter: 15/15
Rating: NC-17
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, v, vi, vii, viii, ix, x, xi, xii, xiii, xiv
Artie woke on his sixth day in Hell with a horrible, horrible headache. His temples were throbbing and he felt like his brain was going to be turned to soup. He managed to get dressed and stumbling down the stairs and running across a huge bridge and up another winding set of stairs before running across another bridge. He paused at the heavy, wooden doors, trying to suppress the feeling of wanting to vomit everywhere and pulled on the door ring.
The door shuddered and groaned, and with a grunt, he pulled again. The large door slowly swung open and Artie slipped inside the expansive vastness beyond. Bookshelves, almost a hundred feet high and two hundred feet long towered over him, imps and demons scurried about gathering scrolls and placing them into trolleys or moving to a quiet place to read. In the middle of the circular room, all rows of books and one, massive walkway from the door leading to it, was a table, with a light, and a familiar silhouette of a brunette, hunched over a book.
Artie walked down the long expanse of floor before dropping into a chair across from Kurt, who was balancing reading glasses on his nose, hands pressed firmly on the scroll, and reading.
“What brings you to the Akashic Library, Arthur?”
“Gabriel...”
Artie's voice must have wavered a bit more than he thought, because Kurt was looking up, whipping off his glasses. “You look terrible.”
“Thanks.” Artie managed a sarcastic smile. He was sure he was a sight to look at, if he looked anywhere as bad as he felt. “My head...” He started slowly, his hands moving to his temples. “It's killing me.”
Kurt stood up, pocketing his scroll and glasses and moved around to the other side of the table to help Artie stand. “Come on. We'll get you to Mephistopheles.”
They may not have been on very good speaking terms. Or even good sitting terms. Or even good 'we can be in the same room together' terms; but they were working on it. Artie nodded and let himself get helped up, leaning against Kurt. He wished he could go to Lucifer, tomorrow was his seventh day in Hell, it was his official coronation, where he got all his powers and a crown, which was cool; but since he was getting crowned tomorrow, he and Lucifer had to be in separate areas of the palace, to gather strength, or become focused, or some other Jedi sounding bullshit.
They made their way through the winding corridors lined with statues and encrusted with jewels, and lit by bowls of fire that laid on the floor. After making their way to a different wing of the palace, where Mephistopheles' office was, they worked up the stairs and Kurt nodded to the door. Artie nodded, knowing better than to argue if Kurt wanted to wait in the hall.
“I'll be back in a few minutes.”
“I'll be here.”
Pulling up the latch, Artie pressed his shoulder into the door, giving it a good shove. “Mephistopheles I --”
Artie's words died when he looked into the office. Mephistopheles had his pretty blond human splayed out on his desk and was pounding into him so hard it looked like he might break. Artie's eyes locked with Jake's green and he knew, if he had any doubt, that Jake had stayed, and wanted to stay, of his own free will. Green eyes rolled back, mouth falling open, brows furrowing in pleasure and Jake clawed at the desk when Mephistopheles pushed in so hard the desk moved forward a good two inches.
Slamming the door shut, Artie smiled at Kurt who briefly glanced up from his scroll. “He's busy.”
“You mean he's having sex with his human.”
“...Yes.”
There was a rather long, awkward silence between them as they waited. Kurt reading softly and Artie counting rubies laid into the walls. After a bit of time Artie faintly heard the interior door in Mephistopheles' office, which lead to his bedroom, open and then shut. Moments later the latch on the door lifted and the door opened just a bit. Artie looked to Kurt, Kurt looked at him, then nodded. Artie walked inside.
Mephistopheles was walking back to his desk, doing up his belt. He dropped into his Corinthian leather chair and looked up at Artie expectantly. Artie shut and latched the door, but hovered near it, unsure if he wanted to actually sit anywhere. Or lean against any surface.
“I'm sorry for interrupting your lunch.”
“It's alright. You could have stayed you know. You would have enjoyed yourself.”
“I'm fine.”
“Pity, because then you could have returned the favour, letting me in on one of your...”
At Artie's unimpressed, hardened look, Mephistopheles quieted and turned his eyes back to his computer monitor. Yes, there were computers in hell, and the download speed was phenomenal.
“So, why did you come here?” Mephistopheles asked, switching subjects.
“I have this horrible headache.”
Mephistopheles stood, guiding Artie to a chair, Artie protested a minute at being manhandled before he was pushed down into a soft, plush chair. Mephistopheles grabbed his desk lamp and shone it in Artie's eyes. Artie growled a little in agitation but was bending his head when Mephistopheles guided him. He felt Mephistopheles poke around his scalp and shift his hair in a way very reminiscent of when he was having checks at school for head lice.
“What are you doing!?” Artie asked, flailing a little in his position and managing to jab Mephistopheles pretty hard in the side.
Mephistopheles said nothing but a quiet 'hmmm' as he looked down. Then clucked his tongue and poked at Artie's head, hard.
“Ow! You ass! What the fuck!”
“Does this hurt?” Prod.
“Yes! Ow!”
“Mmm.”
“What is that supposed to mean?”
“Your horns are cutting through.”
“My what?!”
“Your horns. You know, pointy, grow out of the top of your head?” Mephistopheles made an antler motion and was rewarded with a hard kick to the shin.
“Why didn't you tell me this before!?”
“It would have ruined the surprise?”
“Why do I have to have horns!? You don't have any! Lucifer doesn't have any!”
“We're Fallen Angels. You're not.”
“I'm human!”
“Not after tomorrow.”
“...Oh.” Artie sunk back in the chair. That was right, becoming the Anti-Christ meant demonizing himself... He had kind of forgotten that part.
Slowly, Artie reached up and touched his hair, he let his fingers graze through the locks before he encountered the two protuberances on the top of his head. He bit his lower lip as he gingerly touched one of them, it came to a fine point; it was smooth, curved backwards just sightly and felt... well it felt like bone. He laughed hysterically. He had horns. He. Had. Horns!
“Oh God...”
“Hey! What have I told you about swearing!”
“Sorry.”
Artie took the offered mirror, pushing his hair out of the way to get a good look at them. They were black, they didn't look like much, but they had only just reached the tips of his hair. Mephistopheles guessed they would stop around four of five inches.
“Will they be finished growing by the end of the day?”
“Most likely. It should stop hurting soon. It only hurts when they first break through, apparently.”
“Mmm.” Artie dug through his pockets and found a cigarette. He lit it and stood, the unlit cigarette dangling from between his lips. “I'll see you later.”
Lighting up the cigarette, Artie stepped into the hall, finding Kurt sitting there, reading calmly. Kurt looked up, made a face at the cigarette, so Artie pinched it out and pocketed it, exhaling.
“You find out what's wrong?”
“Yeah. I have horns.”
“Ooooh! Can I see?”
Artie bent his head and felt Kurt's soft fingers sift through his hair before gently touching one of them. “I like it... They look nice. They suit you.” Kurt scratched between the two horns, making Artie all melty, he smiled. “I think we found your mysterious erogenous zone.”
“Shut up,” Artie mumbled, a little embarrassed. Kurt just smiled and hooked his arms around Artie as they descended the stairs back to the Akashic Library.
~*~
“You feeling okay?” Mephistopheles asked, looking to Artie as he finished getting dressed.
“Yeah. I'm feeling great. Energized.”
Artie slid the black hood over his head, taking a deep breath. He was dressed in a long black and red robe detailed with gold and silver sigils and writing. His feet were bare, on the oddly hot stone floor. Over the robe was a long black cloak, the hood of which was framing his face, making him look oddly pale.
The wide, black marble doors leading into the throne room opened and Artie stole one last look at Mephistopheles who blew him a kiss and gave him a thumbs up. Holding up his middle finger with an endearing smile, Artie turned back to the procession.
Slowly, Artie began walking down the long aisle, doing his best not to look at the legions of demons and beasts that sat, or stood, watching him. Instead, he looked forward, towards Lucifer, who stood in an ornate red robe, which flowed back onto the steps of the dais. In his hands was a long sword, shining in the light of the dozens of chandeliers overhead.
Artie stopped at the foot of the steps that rose to the stage and knelt, bowing his head. A silence swept over the hall, and Artie found himself holding his breath. A gleam caught his eye as Lucifer extended out his arms, sword resting flat in his palms.
“Do you, Arthur Samuel Abrams, swear henceforth to shake off the falsities of the world, the bonds of mortality and the oppressive nature of being embodied within the limitations of human flesh?”
“I do, my Lord Lucifer.”
Artie took the sword and bowed again, before placing it before him on the steps and lowering his hood and rose his head. He watched as Lucifer took the crown from Lilith with a grateful smile and nod of the head. He rose the crown, a shining piece of white and rose gold, ornamented with rubies, onyx, jet and obsidian.
“Arthur Samuel Abrams, from this day forth, do you swear to abide by Demonic Code, become the true embodiment of Wrath, guide demons, torture souls, and punish the wicked as they are so sorted? Do you swear to uphold honour, follow the teachings of the Biblia Demonae? Do you absolve yourself of any and all identities real or implied, for that of Prince of Hell, Dragon of the Pit, Ender of Things, Adversary, and Anti-Christ?”
“Yes, my Lord Lucifer.”
“As Ruler of Hell, King of Demons, Opposer of God, Beast that is called Satan and Fallen Angel known as Lucifer, I crown you, Arthur Samuel Abrams, as Anti-Christ.”
Lucifer placed the crown on Artie's head, and instantly Artie knew the name and location of every demon, he could feel the presence of Heaven, even here, even now, in the faint song that buzzed in the back of his head. He could feel the wholeness of Hell, the writhing souls beneath his feet and the voices of Leviathan and Cerebus welcoming him in his head.
As he rose from his knees, Lucifer placed his hands on either one of Artie's shoulders and kissed him on the forehead. He turned Artie to the crowd of jeering demons, who rose to their feet at the sight of his face.
“I present to you, the Anti-Christ!” The jeering, stomping and screaming reached a high point where it vibrated through the floors, making Artie feel dizzy. “Honour him!”
Silence fell, so quick and so strong, that the very air didn't move. As one, the demonic masses fell to their knees and prostrated before the dais. Lucifer took Artie's hand and lead him to his throne, it was smaller, but no less impressive to Lucifer's. Carved from gold, and shining with jewels, two dragons flanked either side of the chair's back, snarling and protecting the throne's occupant.
Lucifer turned with a flourish and sat in his throne, watching as Artie sat to his right. Lucifer crossed his legs, his chair larger, more ornate than Artie's. His fashioned from rock and gold, snakes winding up the legs, as hooded cobras spat at any who approached from the arm rests. Kurt's head rested against Lucifer's knee, the ex-Angel chained to the throne, however, with the smallest tug, Kurt was crawling into Lucifer's lap.
Artie looked out, over the masses grovelling and celebrating, to the wide, arching cavern of the hall. To the back, where Mephistopheles lingered, watching from the sidelines with Jake.
A smile, which turned into a smirk twisted over his lips.
All hail.
And I will execute great vengeance upon them with furious rebukes; and they shall know that I am the LORD, when I shall lay my vengeance upon them.
- Ezekiel 25:17
~~~~~
LAST CHAPTER GUYS. THE LONGEST CHAPTERED FIC I'VE WRITTEN TO DATE. YAY! YOU ALL MADE IT.
BE ON THE LOOK OUT FOR SPIN OFFS FROM THIS SERIES.
I THANK YOU ALL FROM THE BOTTOM OF MY HEART.
Reference for Artie's horns
If anyone, ANYONE, ever draws art for this fic, I would love you forever