End of Days

[awickedtime]

Enough is enough.

He's been in a black temper for days, since his conversation with the priest. He wakes up on a Sunday, the day dedicated to the worship of the false god, detirmined to have his way. Either Sabrina will reign at his side willingly, or he'll force her to, one way or another.

The bar is easy enough to find. It's underground, down a narrow set of stairs and then it's burnished wood and copper and soft light. It reminds him a lot of Gray's place in Greendale and, as such, seems like a perfect place to set up his throne.

The bartender puts up a small fight. There's a bullet wound that stings for a second before he heals it, leaving behind the faintest of silver scars on Nick Scratch's skin. He takes the man apart a piece at a time, buries his hands in viscera until his nails are grimed with blood. The man tastes sweet in all his pain and terror.

He stops hiding. He broadcasts his presence far and wide.
Let his daughter come.

It's time that they spoke face to face, with everything out in the open. It's time that this came to an end.

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[pushbackthedarkness]

Marcus's hand drops, finds Sabrina's, his fingers thread with hers to draw strength from one another. Mother Bernadette's crucifix is held between their palms and the rosary beads tangle around her fingers as well. Her choice of words inspires his next set of words, too, and he pulls his aspergillum from his pocket and uses it to fling holy water in Lucifer's direction.

"Not a priest, darling," he answers. "Just an exorcist."

Then he smiles, he actually grins, and shouts, "Saint Mary Magdalen, Saint Agatha, Saint Catherine, all holy virgins and widows, all holy saints of God, intercede for us." His hand tightens on Sabrina's, the other using the aspergillum to fling holy water in the sign of the cross. "I adjure you, ancient serpent, by the judge of the living and the dead, by your Creator, by the Creator of the whole universe, by Him who has the power to consign you to hell, to depart forthwith in fear."

[pathofnight]

The water stings where it splashes and Lucifer hisses, handsome face of his angelic form twisting into something ugly and brutal. He steps forward, towards the pair, driven by nothing so strong as the impulse to destroy the two of them, to destroy the pair of mortals crouched over Scratch's sprawled body, to render this whole place down into nothing but bones and ash.

"I am the Great Satan," he snaps. "Lord of Hell, and I will not..."