02 / video - WARNINGS FOR GORE, and Lucifer not giving any warnings for gore

[dissemble]

Now before I say anything, I want to remind you all not to shoot the messenger.

[Yes, Wonderland, the angel of light is still amongst you- and is making a rare video appearance on the network. Reasons for this will soon become apparent.]

Dean and I never saw eye to eye, but really-

[He pans the camera around as he speaks and...

Squeamish viewers will want to look away.

Apparently what is on your screen is Dean Winchester. It may be hard to tell, unless you are intimately acquainted with his internal organs.

There is a body strapped upright to a mirror in the ballroom, buck-ass nude and with all its inner parts on display. (ooc: that second link is to a drawing of a pig dissected.) The body has been carefully dissected, and the organs carefully pinned in place so that nothing will fall out. Well. Not all of organs, if you look closely. There's a small gap where the spleen should be.

Others have been relocated. The body is eyeless (they're on a chair in front of Dean) and thumbless (they're down the throat). The lack of blood indicates that someone has taken the time to drain Dean of all blood before setting him up here.

Lucifer doesn't seem to mind sharing all this with the network without a warning. One part of a human is the same as another, right?

Instead of sounding pleased - as one might expect from a being who would like to end all humans - his voice sounds resigned.] I suppose this is humanity for you.

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[wordvomit]

It's a miracle,

[Ned mumbles, depositing Dean's thumbs on the chair next to the eyeballs. Shudder. He then turns, empty tongs in hand, to look at Lucifer again in a much more serious light.]

...are you sure you don't know who did this?

[I mean. Lucifer looks kinda suspicious. Standing around with a flayed body and little to no empathy.]

[dissemble]

[The stare is cooly returned.]

Would you like to know what it would look like if I had killed him?

[wordvomit]

[Ned knows that he's pushing his luck. Lucifer's gaze isn't even a challenge, it is a much larger predator staring at something so small, so disinteresting that it barely deserves an iota of recognition.

To Lucifer, Ned is less than a fleck of phlegm on the shoe of the universe.]

...no, I can use my imagination,

[he manages meekly, sliding his tongs back into his apron and giving Dean's remains a somewhat sympathetic glance.]

I should- um. There are cops here, they'll probably...

[-find out what's going on, and sooner rather than later. With Dean's saliva all over his tongs Ned doesn't want to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. Questions. Answers. He can picture an interrogation in a dark room with bright lights.]

I'm gonna go.

[dissemble]

Take care, now.

[Goodbye, Ned.

He doesn't even wave a hand, Ned is just gone. Without his dough.]