[KingCrowley]

"Oh hey, hey, shhhh, shhhh, don't freak out." Peter said gently, as if talking to a baby who'd just woke up from a nightmare. "I mean, the drug I gave you is kind of ...well temperamental, I don't want you pissing yourself on my couch, at least not until I get a pull up on you." he cooed. "Oh right, right...context?" he pulled back, smiling very sickly.

"Remember me? The big scary werewolf guy?" Peter asked and smiled, "Well, I've had my eye on you for quite some time." he started easing off poor confused Stile's jeans. "No, no, shhh, no it's okay, let Daddy take care of these silly jeans, babies like you shouldn't be wearing such tight fitted clothes." he hummed.

"Oh right, well you're my baby now. I drugged your morning coffee at the donut place and took you home. Don't bother trying to escape, there's no water or phones for miles." he beamed. "Okay now lay back, put your legs up in the air so I can put your pull up on."

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Lucifer was pissed off. He was stuck on earth in a child of thirteen's vessel with the human vessel of the almighty heavenly Father. God had thought that being a good, responsible dad to Luci might curb his naughty ways and get him to stop torturing humans and all.

Which Lucifer didn't mind all that much but he HATED it when God was busy with the new baby, giving the humans all his attention and everything, it was so stupid. Why did God care so much about these pathetic beings?

He walked outside of their remote farmhouse and huffed, stretching out his golden wings. He thought it was high time he gave the new baby some attention of his own. He flew off all the way to Jerusalem and started casting blindness and leprosy onto unsuspecting humans, for no good reason.

"Stupid pathetic humans." Lucifer sniffed, smirking at their agony and torture.