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[reigninhell]

Mun, mun, mun. What made you think this was a good idea? You have your good days, and your bad days, and this is definitely a terrible one.

Incidentally, that's a very good word for you all. Mundane. Petty. Insignificant.

[He sighs.]

Why Father loves you so much, I'll never understand.

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[betterthisway]

I.

Please, leave.

[reigninhell]

[Pause.]

Castiel?

You look... interesting.

[betterthisway]

You are not real.

I don't like this.

Please, leave.

[malleusmaleficarum]

There's worse ideas out there, Father. These mundanes are pretty easy to excite.

With mine, it usually involves shrieking like a banshee.

[reigninhell]

Ruby. Well, at least someone around here still has marbles.

I don't think my mundane likes me very much.

[malleusmaleficarum]

Actually, the more they seem to not like you, the more they actually do.

[elatum]

[There's a touch of amusement in his countenance.]

Humans aren't known for having the best ideas.

[reigninhell]

All of their ideas make everything so much worse.

And I should love them? More than Father? No.

[elatum]

[He shakes his head almost ruefully.]

This again, Lucifer?

[It's just like his brother to pick fruitless battles everyone knew the outcome of.]

[machaseh]

You never did look at things from the right perspective.

[reigninhell]

I know how this puppet show ends. That's all the perspective I need.

[machaseh]

But you don't. You keep trying, but you're no more certain than the rest of us are.

[trenchcoat]

I do not think you ever will.

[reigninhell]

Most likely.

Welp. No loss there.

[He smiles.]

So, little brother, do you chase bees, too?

[trenchcoat]

[Castiel isn't good with tangents, stop that.

He wonders for a moment if Lucifer's words have some deeper meaning, but after a moment of nothing fruitful being ventured, he stops, choosing to answer with caution.]

Not since I was very young.

[He has always liked bees and he remembers their creation as one of his fondest memories. The bumblebees were testament to their Father's skill. Many had said it shouldn't fly, but, as the story goes, the bumblebee didn't hear and so it flew anyway. Castiel liked that story, but would never share that with Lucifer. Or anyone really.]

[loveidea]

[Well, this is definitely not the one he's familiar with, but color him curious.] How could He not, with all the potential each and every one of them hold?

[That's what Sariel wants to know. But then, as someone who Fell to love and be loved by humans, he can't really understand where he's coming from on this.]

[reigninhell]

Potential?

[He scoffs a little. Humans made demons, wasn't that proof enough of their true nature?]

For what? Murder, thievery?

[loveidea]

No. Their evolution. Their ability create, to persevere.

[He tilts his head.] Human love in particular is a source of unlimited power.

[He should know, with the amount of human lovers he has.] What is there that He would not love?

[impudentsongbird]

Perhaps that's your problem, brother. I haven't seen you try to understand lately. Or at all.

[reigninhell]

[Just how many angels are here, anyway? But, he smiles.]

Once upon a time.

I'm past the point of needing to, now.

[Now he just needs his vessel, and Sam is a lot easier to understand than the writhing froth of humanity.]

[impudentsongbird]

[Quite a few, apparently.]

You hid it quite well.

There's always a need.

[trickntreats]

Lucifer. You've gotta get laid.

[Because this is obviously the best way to approach the beloved big brother who killed him. Yes. Hide all the feels.]

[reigninhell]

Gabriel.

[Hide every single one of them.]

As succinct as always.

[highdive]

You're calling them petty? That's a laugh.

[reigninhell]

Sam, Sam, Sam.

[He smiles.]

It's good to see you.