Homeless and sort of kind of looking

[301pt81]

[Mun has been quiet for quite a while now, but somehow decides to come back with this ass.]

[The ass in question is not amused. He stares, just watching and thinking for a moment.]

You're tired... Maybe you've considered this for a few days. Well, maybe you've thought about coming back for a few months, but with me? This is a new low. A dangerous one. Even for you.

But you're still just sitting there, thinking that I'm the one afraid. After all, you can put me anywhere. Someplace that I have none of my strengths or none of my memories. Or even an asinine sex game. But you forget. I'm smarter than the average bear.

I know how this writing thing works. You control me for a few months, dragging me around from place to place, enjoying whatever little game you like playing with me, but in the background - I mean, real deep back there - I'm really the one in control, aren't I? And you know it. And soon I'll be the one running the shots, killing all those sweet people who you thought I'd grow to love so much.

Maybe you should stop while you're ahead, kid.

But like I said. You're tired... I'm sure you'll grow whatever you people call a brain by morning.

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[vakna]

Is everyone you meet predestined to die?

Be killed.

[301pt81]

Not many people are all that immortal. Whether I do it or not, they don't usually last.

I just don't mind doing the honor in most cases.

And... you are?

[vakna]

Yes. I think an ageless person would be finite too.

[ She slowly looks shoulderward like the question was misdirected. It's a simple query, but it isn't. ]

Nobody—a drifter.

My name is Eli. Will you tell me yours?

[huntsdemons]

Maybe you should be a bit nicer to your mun. Just saying.

[301pt81]

I have a lot of names, Eli. Lots of different terms.

They call me Lucifer.

[301pt81]

Oh? I wasn't aware that you had the authority to tell me what I should and shouldn't do. Or the balls.

Hello, Dean.

[huntsdemons]

After everything I've dealt with since we tossed you back in the pit. You don't scare me anymore. Besides. I have no problem calling a a jackass, a jackass when I see one. [Dean. Really, stop. Stop before he hurts you]

[301pt81]

[Aww. He even grows a little smile.]

By the way... How was the Mark?

I have to admit. You may be Michael's vessel, but it suited you far better than it ever did Cain.

[vakna]

[ She thinks about this, whether he is simply mad. She won't deny there is a prenatural quality to him. He may be right. ]

... You walk the earth. Are you not punished?

[huntsdemons]

Long gone now. Oh did you hear? We killed Death too and unleashed the Darkness. Cas went crazy, who knows what happened to Crowley and Rowena stabbed us all in the back. So you see, way worse than dealing with you and your dick brother.

[301pt81]

[Punished. Oh, he does not like that word.]

Punished for what exactly? Loving my Father? Being right?

Please, child. Enlighten me.

[301pt81]

The Darkness. Right.

[He mostly ignores the rest for now, because this is... well, a really big deal even to his standards. After all, he knows more about it than anyone. Even Him.]

[He chuckles. About as cheery of a sound as one might think.]

You know, I'm pleased.

I didn't want to fight Michael - never did - but if there was one good thing to come out the still impending apocalypse, it would be the total reset button. That's the only thing that still drove me to finish what I started, and now you and your little angel and my dear Sam... just went ahead and did it for me. Even better, you managed to accomplish it on a much larger scale than a couple of archangels could have done.

How's it feel, Dean? Don't lie.

[vakna]

[ He's annoyed. Her gaze falls away, but she won't stutter. ]

The book says you were judged, but not everyone who is punished is in the wrong.

What would you call it?

[301pt81]

[Good save.]

I'd call it Hell.

[vakna]

[ She doesn't pander; it's her outlook. ]

Is there a hell but this one?

[301pt81]

Oh, there's plenty.

[Someone's a bit melodramatic. Even for him.]

[vakna]

[ She is questioning his melodramatic sentiment. ]

Then your hell is not the only hell. You speak like it is, and if pride is your sin you serve it well.

[301pt81]

[pfff... He laughs.]

Hell isn't a place, little Eli. It's a concept. A state of being. There's one Hell and there's many. All about perspective.

Everyone likes to preach to me about pride. Who decided I was prideful? For that matter, who decided it was a bad thing?

[vakna]

The very same perspective you are bereft of.

When you take others for fools you betray the fool in yourself, so your paper-mache mask crumples under scrutiny.

[ridesheadless]

Oooh, someone's grouchy.

Ever hear the quaint little human phrase "don't bite the hand that feeds you"? They can be merciful [...HA.] or they can put you in some reaaally awkward situations.

[301pt81]

Now that just sounds like a quote from some whipped sixteenth century guy.

Besides, fool is a bad word for it. I just like to use the term ignorant.

[301pt81]

[He's always grouchy.]

You make it sound like my mun is actually in control of me. There's very very few people who have any semblance of power over me, and this mun is definitely not on that list.

[vakna]

Yes, there is ancient poetry to this: you've become the bully that bullied you.

[301pt81]

I'm my own worst enemy, huh? Oh, how wise you are, child.

[ridesheadless]

Well, they may not be in control of you but they certainly control your environment. Might behoove you to be nice...y'know, if you can manage it, that is. Just a thought.

[The phrase 'pot calling the kettle black' comes to mind - Alleyne's not exactly one to heed her own advice...]