#deal with the devil —— (verse 001).

[bcdazzled]

❝ WANNA SEE HOW IT WORKS, baby? — Wish for something. ❞

[thedevilwearspierce]

closed starter for @noredempticn 

It was a risk for Katherine to return to Mystic Falls , but once word of Kai Parker’s return from the prison world reached her , she simply couldn’t stay away. His twisted past and overall blase demeanour piqued her devious interest and she simply had to meet him in order to find out just how kindred their spirits really were. 

She skulked the outskirts of the boarding school , impatiently waiting for him to make an appearance. She was about to give up on the whole ordeal but then she saw him. Her breath hitched in her throat ; he was far more attractive than she was expecting , and the dark aura that seemed to emanate from him caused a small shiver to crash through her frame. She caught her bottom lip between her lips as her predatory gazed tracked him across the lawn as he drew nearer to her. 

She held back in the shadows , waiting for the optimal time to strike. Swiftly she leapt out , pinning him forcefully against a tree. “ Kai Parker, I presume? “ Her speech was slow and deliberate , her  gaze intently locked on his. “ I’m Katherine Pierce , although , I’m sure you already know that - I hear your quite the little fan of mine. “ Challengingly , she cocked a brow while mischevous smirk began to creep onto her lips.

[apcgee]

@gunmetclgrey​ / “Alex Enfield”

What would these officers thing if they knew she was Sherlock Holmes’s sibling; would their polite smile and curious looks shift to irritation, concern, or fear? She knew her little brother had made a thorough nuisance of himself over the past years. For once, though, he wasn’t the reason why she was here. No, this was entirely unrelated, something that was a relief as she followed the duty officer through the maze of desks, away from the holding cells. When they pointed out her final destination to her, she murmured a polite thank you and approached the desk.

“Officer Enfield?” Not really a question, one of those social lubricant noises to make conversation move more smoothly. “I require your assistance in something.”

[caravagias]

     ❝ mister ---- parker is it ?  delia ashby , i was wanting to gain copyright to one of the images you took of one of my clients ? ❞     UMBRELLA IS HIGH ABOVE her head , not letting the weather get to her.  she still looks perfect in her three piece suit.  ever the business woman.  it made sense since this was business after all.  she wasn’t lying about her intentions for once.  she had a job to do and she was going to do it.  no amount of money was off limits if he played his cards right.  

would he ?  she was unsure since he was just a photographer and one of the few good ones --- not money hungry paparazzi or anything of that sort.  though he had obviously moonlighted since she was after him.  fixing up clients mistakes was part of her job and she was DAMN good at it.       *:･ﾟ 🔪   ‵ @wbhead liked for a starter. 

[asortofsalvation]

                          john constantine headcanons / 001. 

               BECAUSE THE CONSTANTINE SHOW ended on such a cliffhanger, there was never any time to complete his story, which is why they’re trying to shoe-horn it into legends. because of my beliefs about john’s story & character development, i’m going to be rewriting a lot of john’s timeline to iron out inconsistencies & have his story come to an end. interactions with john will be in this verse of events by default, unless plotted otherwise. 

               BEFORE NEWCASTLE, & BEFORE the group had really even formed, john was attempting to collect as many magical items as he could, wanting to become the most powerful warlock he could, possibly ever. that led him to the island of lian yu, to find the horus staff, where he encountered oliver queen. there was no mention of being on the side of the angels, because newcastle hadn’t happened yet. he takes oliver & finds the staff, taking the scroll inside & giving oliver a nasty bruise to take back to the camp. now he knows the name oliver queen though, & that’s something he’ll happily keep in his back pocket. 

               AT NEWCASTLE, THE GROUP failed to save astra, a weight that john would hold for as long as he lived. he self admitted to a psychiatric hospital, hoping that his mind wouldn’t be his anymore, & mostly hoping that he would never have to have the responsibility again, the one he’d failed. 

               AFTER THE MESSAGE THAT liv was going to die, john signed himself out, knowing that he never could escape from the world he’d brought himself into. the only solution was to stand & fight back against what was happening. as he saved liv, he learned that something bigger was coming, & it was spreading all across the country. so he pushed liv away, ready to start the journey to save everyone he could. he originally thought he was doing it to redeem himself -- that saving the lives of many would help the loss of one. but he knew better, & eventually his morality changed to saving others because he wanted to, despite the grouchy exterior. 

               JOHN NEVER WARMED UP to manny. he never trusted him, because the idea of heaven versus hell wasn’t something he wanted to stick his nose into, though he knew he probably would have to. still, he attempted to gain the trust of the angel, in order to stop the darkness. 

               SOMEWHERE DURING THIS TIME, oliver queen gave john a call, asking for help after all this time. john couldn’t help but agree to the smiling face of the queen -- plus, he owed oliver one. so he went, saving the soul of sara lance in the process, before heading back, a bigger mission on his mind than darhk, though the thought of such a powerful man in the city being a scary one. he wished oliver luck, before leaving to follow another lead given to him by the angel. 

               CONSTANTINE BEGAN TO GROW more & more suspicious of the angel, until eventually his suspicions were confirmed that he was in fact the leader of the brujeria. the hadn’t been wiped out because of a traitor in god’s ranks, that was clear to john now. but the next time he met with manny, he pretended to know nothing, promising to follow another one of manny’s false leads to stop the darkness. 

               AFTER THAT MEETING, JOHN asked chas & zed to prepare a ritual with him. with this ritual, he pushed his soul past the realm of the living, into hell itself. it was a wasteland -- red skies with swirling winds of biting sand, discarded bodies & machines littering a long highway road seeming to stop at a grant castle built of shadows themselves. on his way walking there, a figure spoke, one he recognized immediately. it was lucifer, someone who’d been after his soul for a very long time. lucifer offered him a deal -- his help saving the world, or the soul of astra, the little girl he’d failed so long ago. 

               JOHN CHOSE ASTRA, SOMETHING he would do again & again, no matter the cost. 

               WHEN HE GOT BACK from what he thought was a five minute conversation, hours had seemed to have gone by, & the thought of how long astra was in hell for now truly dawning on him. but she was right next to him, & chas knew immediately what he’d given up to save the girl. a fight ensued, because john had forsaken the earth for one girl. 

               EVEN WITHOUT LUCIFER ON his side, the one man he knew would & could truly help him, john went to see manny, to confront him for his leadership of the brujeria. it was a dangerous idea, one he didn’t tell chas or zed about because he knew they’d try to stop him. alone, he attempted to stop manny, but he was too weak, eventually being defeated. but as he started to slip away, a figure rose up to help him. lucifer himself. time froze for a second, as lucifer said that everything previous had been a test, & the two of them defeated manny, john dealing the final blow with his bare hands. 

               A TENUOUS RELATIONSHIP WITH lucifer was formed, but the most important thing to john was that he got to keep astra. she stayed by his side as the devil retreated back to hell. the promise that john’s soul would have never gone to heaven anyways -- now at least he’d confirmed his placement. 

               WITH THE WAR OVER, john could finally rest. he had a lot of work ahead of him to make sure astra was okay ( after 180 years of hell, it wouldn’t be easy to get her back to the nine year old girl she once was ). 

               WHEN HE GOT THE call from sara lance, the girl who’s soul he’d saved, asking him to come & deal with a demon problem, he happily agreed to help. after all, he had a lot more free time on his hands now that the rising darkness had been taken care of. he doesn’t stay on the waverider, at least not for great amounts of time, because he has something like a daughter back home, as well as two great friends who’d truly supported him. 

               NOW MASTER OF THE dark arts, constantine has a lot on his chest to deal with, but he knows that he wants to help people as much as possible. he always has. 

[bcdazzled]

have you ever loved anyone?

❝ 'COURSE I HAVE— I'm not entirely without feelings or emotions, you know. ❞ She may have held a distaste for such things, but love wasn't originally created as a human sentiment. It was first granted to Angels long before the concept of man was even a thought in God's mind. So naturally, even the Devil had been subject to the annoyance of love.

[thedevilwearspierce]

‘ that was the tequila talking . ’

accepting | @noredempticn

Katherine cast a predatory gaze over him as she finished sucking the lime wedge from their tenth tequila slammer. Her nose scrunched slightly as the tart citrus coated her tongue and burned her throat. She dropped the peel on the table, leaning in closer resting her chin on the back of her hand. “ You know, Mr Parker. I’ve always found tequila to be quite the substitute for truth elixir.” Her speech was slow and deliberate, a hint of glee beginning to dance in her eyes. “ Besides, your little outburst revealed nothing I didn’t already know - everyone finds me hot. “ Her lips turned up into a smug smirk. “ Now, why don’t you surprise me and tell me something I don’t know?” She cocked a brow challengingly as she reached for the tequila bottle once more.  

[bcdazzled]

GODS AND GODDESSES WITHIN THE SPECTRUM OF RELIGIONS merely held different names outside of perspective. They were usually all one in the same ; regardless of backstories and antics. Who was to say which was true and which wasn't? No one really knew for certain. That was the point. All in all, what one thought was the Devil retained the same essence of a similar being and they were all true to an extent. No one was right and yet, no one was entirely wrong. What mattered as a whole was that religion ruled as a whole ; causing chaos and destruction as it was meant to within a realm of obsession and worship. Wars were waged for far less than that alone and Luci fueled herself just the same. She merely took favor of the more popular name and even then, it was contradicting to it's own degree. The natural assumption always being that she held a male presence which, to her, was almost ironic. It comes as no surprise to her to see the hesitation in the vampire's demeanor even when he took notice of Pamela's presence - who was in fact, very much real - enjoying the orgy she felt gypped of years prior when the Maenad had taken hold of Louisiana. Who could blame her? Of course, the blonde female vampire wasn't questioning her surroundings now as to why she had been there in the first place, should Eric choose to end his wish, she wouldn't remember anyway. All she would know was that she had come on her own accord. It was the same for everyone else among them. ❝ Bar it is. ❞ She gestured towards its location before following behind him. With drinks already presented, each to their personal preference, Lucifer picked up the dirty martini and quite casually took a sip while keeping an eye on him. His question causes a single brow to arch as she lowers the glass in hand. This was his wish after all so what she wanted should have been of no consideration and yet, she had to appreciate the inclusion. But the inquiry did cause lips to continue their curl of a smirk before responding with the obvious, ❝ why, all of the above. Of course. ❞

Oblivion’s heron ‘tis called that over potations hovers, he steals the minds of men. With this bird’s pinions I was fettered in Gunnlöds dwelling.

There was a song, one that he hadn’t heard in almost a thousand years, a kind of fable stitched into a song women would sing when they would gather and do chores. Most were just basic rules of life, but others were WARNINGS, they would teach their children. A lot of them were warnings about H E L. The goddess of the underworld. Eric was hardly phased by most things, when you live long enough, time and the world around you become just background, your own usually. Somewhere you play in or play with. But now it is fear he feels, or something close to it. He understands that he has no idea what she is capable of. She must be not only older than him, which is rare, but older than most things. One of those that were there before anything was created. The nightclub is what you would expect. Seeing Pam, he watches as she moves through the crowd, a familiar wicked smirk as she moves to a woman standing on the other side. She had found her next victim or lover, probably both. She is safe, or so she appears to be. If this is Pam if this is real. Hel can create illusions. But he has to snap out of it, has to keep his cool and figure out what does she want. If he makes wishes what does she get? “ We can start at the bar? ” With a smile, one that he uses when he really wants to get his way, he leads her to the long bar across the dancefloor. Drinks appear before them, delivered without speaking. “ And what is it that you would like to do here? What is your cup of tea? Murder? Torture? Fucking? All of the above? ”

[bcdazzled]

FINGERS CURL ALONG THE EDGE OF SOILED HAIR across the woman's face who remained almost lifeless upon the hospital bed. Watching as eyelids shifted with a promise of life, heartbeat slowed, her own eyes soon close as she reaches into the void of the woman's mind. Coming to life as a prominent force that sits idly behind a desk with legs propped upon its edge. The girl had gone through many scenarios within her mind, but now was the time to pull her back into even a semblance of reality. ❝ You are a curious one, aren't you? Fueled with so much hatred, jealousy and desire. Prime candidate, really. ❞

@murderousbitch !

[bcdazzled]

what's the weirdest thing someone has sold their soul for?

❝ A BIG MAC and a large coke. ❞

[bcdazzled]

THE DEVIL MATCHED THE OTHER'S SMILE, in no way denying the claim made against her in fact, she'd be the first to support it. She wasn't a Genie, nor would she ever claim to be one. Deals were deals and nothing more, but her line of work was far more complicated than just wishes alone. ❝ No, darling. I am not a Genie. ❞ Though she wouldn't argue a little nice rub every now and then. That was an entirely disparate concept in comparison. What she offered was different and with far more consequences depending on the situation. At times, they were even genuine and pure, but that was determined on both the wish itself and the one wishing. A single brow came to arch at the initial request for a cup of tea, arching even further when that shifted into a want for a bird. She's had some odd requests before and she never outwardly judged them, but she knew too that these were not things the woman before her truly desired. ❝ Choice is yours in the long run, but you know I can't do anything without you saying those two little words. ❞

"Wish for something? Lucifer you aren't a genie, you make deals," Kelsey smiled a little, arms crossed playfully, although gave the Devil the ultimate respect. Standing at the front of the room near the stain glass windows, the light illuminated the floor with color.

"But alright....uhhh a cup of tea?"

She waited. Ah, a cup of tea was too boring, she thought.

She adjusted her glasses and thought a minute, "Alright, alright. How about a bird, a Cardinal bird. The chubbiest one you can think of."

Anything she could think of and it was a fat bird. Wonderful.

[bcdazzled]

@sortilegum from here.

LUCIFER HERSELF SAT IN A NEARBY SEAT wearing a long, tight skinned red dress with a rather long slit along the side exposing a very bare leg that draped over the other. Who was to say one couldn't look stylish while sitting in a medical waiting room? Even her hair was adorned in delicate curls that draped over pale shoulders, giving off the appearance that had somewhere to be afterwards. She did, but that was beside the point. Magazine in hand, she had glanced up at the other briefly to make her comment, a soft chuckle escaping her once inquiry was made. Head shaking just slightly while closing the pages between her fingers. ❝ No forgiveness needed, darling. ❞ She then sets the magazine down upon the small table beside her before eyes slowly glance up towards the anemic one across from her. ❝ We've never met. ❞ Not officially anyway, but there was no need to mention it. Head turns to look over towards the receptionist area that consisted of two women both sitting idly and scrolling through their phones, occasionally tapping away. One was shopping for new lingerie to wear for a man that wasn't her husband while the blonde behind her continued to sext one of the doctor's a few doors down. Lucifer's smirk quickly curled before bringing her attention back. ❝ This place is rather horrid, isn't it? ❞

[bcdazzled]

luci, do you think god is/would be happy for you? maybe even proud?

AS COMPLEX AS HER RELATIONSHIP WITH GOD WAS, the stereotypical contradiction that the two were so highly against one another remained both amusing and aggravating. Though it made sense, didn't it? Good and evil were destined to counter one another in such a way where common grounds were dormant. She nearly scoffed, head shaking slightly. Insane to think that God and the Devil worked together to maintain balance and order upon the existence of man. Then again, the so-called rumors hadn't been entirely false. ❝ Would it matter either way? God has His own priorities. ❞

[bcdazzled]

Does the devil always wear a pretty face?

IT WAS AS IF THERE HAD BEEN ANY OTHER EXPECTATION of her and Lucifer hated expectations, just as much as she hated stereotypes when involving a certain narrative. Though it was true at times; that she adorned a different visualization when the situation called for it, she did so rarely and only when necessary. Whatever that meant was of her own prerogative. ❝ Wouldn't you? ❞

I wasn't entirely certain whether this was aimed for IC or OOC so you'll be getting both just for clarification. The strict answer is yes. Considering the fact that the ideal of beauty has shifted between the centuries does differ the portrayal of how she looks depending on the person she is looking to seduce. However (& this pertains only to my version/portrayal), she is primarily female with the look and appearance of Elizabeth Hurley's performance from the film.

@sortilegum

[bcdazzled]

Can souls be sold for anything? Immortality? Some other weird thing?

SOME OTHER WEIRD THING? Well, it may not have been entirely specific, but she could wager a few guesses. Still, without specifics, she couldn't very well be expected to answer and even then, she did always seem to manage limitations. ❝ Immortality is not an unusual request ; quite the popular choice, really. But is anyone who starts off as human ever truly immortal? Death is never impossible. Even a true death. Regardless of their range of 'life.' ❞ There really was no way around the inevitable, overall and Lucifer would always be there, waiting in the wings to collect what was promised to her. ❝ No, a soul cannot be sold for anything, outside of the contract. ❞

[bcdazzled]

Is there is a limit on what wishes you'll grant?

WASN'T THE WORST QUESTION SHE'S EVER RECEIVED— though she still found it rather tedious regardless of how often it was asked of her. At least it wasn't regarding the number of wishes entirely, but of what. ❝ It's all in the contract. ❞ She stated simply, at first. ❝ The main rule is limited only to seven wishes. No more, no less. As far as what the wishes are for, is entirely up to the individual making them. Don't wish for more, don't deny for less. ❞ One way or another, the limit and maximum was always seven. ❝ Cannot wish to avoid the contract, nor can one wish to have their soul sent to heaven. ❞