"You think I would stoop to such petty games?” Lucifer smiled incredulously. “Incredible.”
He shook his head his lip curling in disgust. “No, it was not me. It was Alastair, a disloyal upstart who thought he could overthrow my throne. He learned very differently, I assure you.”
At her challenge, his calmed again. “Oh really? And what will you use, little one? What did Daddy teach you to use against the Devil? Fire cannot kill a dragon.”
"Yeah? Well, he’s dead now, so it only seems fitting that the one who gave him a position of power is blamed. Which still tags the blame onto you." The way he called her little one. The way she sneered. There was something about it that infuriated her even more, but at the same time made her not want to fight him. It made her want to just break down and cry. "Don’t you fucking dare. Don’t you dare use my dad against me anymore than you already have."
"So your daddy cast you into the pits of hell because you questioned his order or whatever your damn story is now. Boo-fucking-hoo. You should know that kind of rage that kind of hurt puts in a soul. And humans- we’re naturally sinful, right? So you had better believe me when I say that I will spend the rest of my life tracking down a way to kill you and when I find it," she gave a hysterical, cynical laugh, "I hope your Daddy has it in his big fucking love to help you!" Lela couldn’t hold it in any longer. Her arm pulled back in and then flung directly at his jaw in a punch that took all of her strength.
"Oh… Yes, of course," Lucifer murmured, pressing his lips into a line. "He… Was good at what he did… Until he rebelled."
He looked back up at the young woman. “Much like… You. You’re just like him, you know. Dangerous. It’s your fault he died. Your fault he became what he did. Isn’t it?”
That caused Lela to quirk a brow. “Rebelled? You mean to tell me that you had him so brainwashed that he was completely ready to kill his own daughter, but you fucked it up just enough that he rebelled doing something else?” She didn’t have it in her to laugh, not after his next words. He anger bubbled and festered within her, and it was all she could do not to allow her hot, angry tears fall. “I swear I will fucking kill you.”
"Is that… Is that supposed to insult me?"
The devil seemed to mull over something for a moment.
"It’s entirely possible your father was once mine… What was his name?"
Lela was seething at his dismissal of her undiluted fury. “His name was Charles Duffy. I’m sure he stuck out in hell. One of Azazel’s deals. He sold his soul to make sure my mom went to Heaven.” She felt sick thinking about that whole exchange. The aftermath haunted her nightmares enough as it was.
My friend’s dog had 14 puppies. This is how they’re kept out of trouble while she cleans the house
oh my god
Crowley and Juliet sittin’ at a crossroads by jinny-thekisaragi
"I’m sorry, what did you say?”
"I said, ‘you stole my fucking father from me, you piece of shit!’"
i do not kill without REASON
— and i can always find one.