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My dream right now is to keep my family together and my wife out of jail. And take apart this hammer-knife I made to kill the undead, and use the hammer portion to build bookshelves. Then, when my workday is done, the knife to cut brie and, perhaps, an apple.
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I see it all. How hot you always felt, how out of place...
You must be a hero.
We all are.
What is dead may never die, but rises again, harder and stronger.
FEEL GOOD VIOLENCE: a samifer mix about just another cliché love story with romance, a sharp knife edge, kisses shared over the muffled screams of strangers, and the slick warmth of spilled blood [LISTEN]
i. until the ribbon breaks — one way or another* // ii. ruelle — hurts too good // iii. colours — monster // iv. big data — dangerous // v. raleigh ritchie — bloodsport // vi. kyla la grange — vampire smile // vii. the civil wars — the one that got away // viii. snow ghosts — the hunted // ix. joywave — destruction* // x. meg myers — poison // xi. royal deluxe — i'm a wanted man // xii. the black angels — evil things // xiii. marilyn manson — killing strangers // xiv. japanese voyeurs — closer* // xv. dorothy — wicked ones // xvi. highly suspect — bloodfeather* // xvii. the pretty reckless — going to hell // xviii. in this moment — sick like me // xix. nine inch nails — we're in this together // xx. raleigh ritchie — the last romance*
*songs provided by samtheboyking
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SAMIFER AU: The outside of the sleek building with the flashing red light pointing to its entrance gives little away to the unique tastes catered to inside the club’s wall. The Cage, a place named for the cells suspended from the high ceiling above a sunken circular dance floor. Behind those dark metal bars is where Sam frequents when he’s not occupying the main stage on the top floor, putting on a show more dramatic than the simplistic primal dances the cramped cells allows. Sam’s specialty: a strip tease that matches the macabre dress of bones and gold and occasional fake blood of his persona, the Boyking. He is a king coveted by many of the patrons losing themselves in flesh and alcohol, but some nights there is only one who matters. Sam doesn’t know why that particular man caught his attention. Blond and wearing a fitted suit, there was little difference between him and half the people who walk through the crimson doors leading into the pit of cages and beyond. Perhaps it was because he looked bored during Sam’s performance, inciting a personal challenge to draw him in. It’s a challenge Sam easily wins. Not long after his first appearance Lucifer (a persona of his own, Sam thinks) begins requesting private dances in one of the small rooms in back with the heavy curtains hanging from the doorways to block unwanted eyes. Each time Lucifer leaves a generous tip, and each time Sam leaves his mark in lingering touches that can’t be returned and ashen stains on the man’s skin and clothes from his body paint. Sam even dares to break the rules once and gives him a quick kiss that ends on the sharp edge of teeth. Their private time together then turns into a different game where they see just what information about their lives on the outside they can glean from each other, and it soon becomes evident that Sam’s admirer may be more dangerous than this slick haired presentation of a businessman looking for thrills.
“Fire And Ice” by Robert Frost.
SAMIFER AU: She came to him. As an innocent touch playing along Sam’s spine and reassuring whispers. Promises that became insults leaving sores in their wake, gentle fingers now turned to claws, hooking into his ribs from the inside until the burn of bile is bubbling up his throat and spilling out into the sink. The sensation of hundreds of teasing insect legs crawl under Sam’s skin and he can’t help but scratch, urged on by the hiss telling him to just dig a little deeper, even as his nails draw blood and the encouragements in his head die on her laugh.
One night though Sam dreams he’s standing outside of a door hidden away in a city’s decay and neon lights. On the other side is a kneeling man, the cross around his neck pressed to his lips as the repetition of a prayer seemingly comes from the room itself. But there’s something else underneath the noise, steadily growing louder until it’s all that can be heard. A scream that startles him awake. A name: LUCIFER MILTON.
He's a former exorcist and disgraced priest, Sam discovers, pulling up Lucifer’s last known address. But the man behind the door this time barely resembles the one from the dream. Unkempt and hollow in appearance, using a different name. And refusing to help. Lucifer (or Nick) is almost angry as he tells him go, mocking Sam's belief that this was all a message from God.
“God doesn’t care about you or anyone else. Trust me, it’s not Him.”
He was correct in that at least.
The image of Sam knocks on Lucifer’s door once more only days later, but it’s not hope he’s searching for now.
“Hello again, Father.”
It’s a voice not Sam’s own that greets Lucifer. A slow drag that sounds more like the echoing growls of numerous beings as it passes his lips. “Did you miss us? We’ve missed you.” Then the demon is within inches of his face, the sudden motion bringing with it an acidic smell Lucifer remembers well. Its eyes black, empty, as it smiles and says, “He's screaming in here, you know. Screaming for you.”
