Something like a crossroads song.

Something like a crossroads song (

charlieblue) wrote on September 10th, 2009 at 11:48 pm

Lucifer Rising

In anticipation of tonight, I threw together some words and pictures of the finale. All speculation; no spoilers please!

Lucifer Rising
A meta picspam.

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Things come into focus, fade away. Bloods thicker than water, but it'll freeze just as easy. Heat cools, flickers, in the ascendant, light will dominate all and after all the cracks and schisms, all the grey matter, blood, and painful light, after all the wheeling and dealing and all the blurred lines, here's an easy one: 'He's coming.'

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See no evil. Hear no evil. Feel no evil. Speak no evil.

This is how the world ends.

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Gold and candlelight. These are the ways the devil works his wiles. Is it a coincidence Azazel, master of deep-laid plans, has yellow eyes? Fevers, bellies, fire and Mary's hair. They all lead down the same brick road.

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Bars and separation anxiety. They all go a little stir-crazy in the end. First Stanford, then a Scarecrow, now Satan. Was this always the way it went, patterns in patterns after patterns? This a determined path they walk, each too stubborn break down the doors that would let each other in and the both of them off the line of pre-destiny.

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Who watches the watchmen? Men have angels, devils have demons, a boy has both. What do the angels have but reflections of themselves, masturbatory images, free from reality because the hand that crafted it has passed over this Earth and into new pastures.

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Dean's happy to go along with destiny, that which has long been foretold, so long as it pleases his gut. Dealing death to a fallen angel, averting the end the of the world, for these things he will be a puppet, but damn the prophecy and the prophet should these things come between him and his brother. A lack of love was never Abraham's problem. Nor was it Cain's, for that matter. Humans are born and bred from this stock, this is what the angels believe, from when they once did walk the Earth.

But Dean, he's a new age kind of a guy. And so Castiel's now a walking nervous breakdown in a borrowed trenchcoat.

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A halo of light on this prison-altar. Lines of fire, they guard and silhouette the mythic players of this long-game. Light, light, light. Everywhere in this chapel candles burn and fill the air with promises of the Bringer.

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"You must find me a child. A very special child."

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"Why me?"
"Because it had to be you, Sammy. It always had to be you."

More and more, the hints drop. Antichrist Idol was never about winning, the game was rigged from go to woe. I think this is going to be the 'What did John mean, if Dean couldn't save Sam, he would have to kill him?' of season five. Indeed, if anything, it's the same question, only further evolved; why these two brothers, for destroyer and saviour? What is Sam, now that his piece in history is played, is he, after all this, only meat, and demon-poisoned meat at that? Or is he something more, are these brothers something more than your average human, something that caused them, of all, to be placed in this quandary of determinism and free will?

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Light again. The upper hierarchy of power manifests in light, be it of celestial, infernal or human stock. Angels and demons expire in light. Matter to energy, energy to light. I wonder if they burn hot or cold, when they die. If it depends on whether they come from heaven or hell. Sam and Dean die darkly, with whimpers and screams. I wonder if they still will, once all of this is over, one way or another.

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