Gjorde det ont... [PRS]

(Okay, so I'll just play along for a bit before some sort of time-skip and skipping over to Linda. XD I HOPE THEY SLEEP OKAY? BECAUSE YEAH, I'LL CHANGE OTHERWISE.)

Merc smiled and nodded.
"As you wish, my ladyship", he said and grinned wide before complying. He could do a slow build.

Time passed, the amount of it was unknown. Why watch the clock whilst having fun? But Merc had tried to keep stimulation to a maximum. He hoped he had suceeded. Perhaps that's why his meek human body was annoying. It needed recharging. Maybe that was why so many turned to demonhood? They didn't need sleep then.

Linda woke in darkness and an instant smile appeared on her lips. Nothing like some lesbian sex. Now, she had lived for far too long to care about gender though. Something about making someone go mad because of nimble fingers or with an aggressive tongue was very pleasing. Even so, Linda rose carefully. She was still not too careful. She wasn't scared of getting caught running. She wanted to find some café and eat a well-deserved breakfast. Since it was night here she presumed she would have to go to another country. However she despised eating and traveling alone. Merc was up for it. Well, he truly had no choice.

When Naeva woke up she was wondering why there were so much sunlight in her room and why her body was aching like she had been training for weeks.
"I'm out of shape", she moaned. She couldn't quite believe it either. She hadn't been out of shape for at least a decade. She wasn't supposed to be out of shape.
"No one cares unless you're making pancakes", someone murmured and it was first then the memories started coming back.
Merc.
She sat straight up and look at the person in her bed and noted it wasn't Merc unless he was a pretty dark haired girl.
"Cleo? What the..."
"Hm? Oh, yes, Linda left me. And Merc is gone too. I felt lonely in that bed so I snuck into your room."
"And I..."
"Oh, you woke up. I just sent you straight to bed again."
"Oh."
"Yeah, you've already said you don't have any memory of it the first time you woke up."
"The..."
"Yeah."
"Oh..." Naeva said, quite confused. She couldn't really grasp what was going on, or what it was she was hearing. "Pancakes it is then?"
"Hell yes. I'll sleep more now. See ya." Then she put her pretty head on the pillow again and Naeva honestly couldn't believe she was asleep within twenty seconds.
Still confused Naeva went down to the kitchen and started making the pancakes while she yawned.
"So out of shape..." She still couldn't believe it.

(We never specified which country we're in so... YEP.)

"Really, you woke me up in the middle of the night to drag me to Sweden?" Merc sighed annoyed.
"Oh please, you love it here!" Linda giggled as she finished her third or fourth cinnamon bun.
"Yes, I do. But that doesn't matter", Merc replied and took another sip of his coffee. He actually looked severly upset.
"Aww, I'm sure Naeva would like you back. I didn't take you for an angel's lapdog, honey", Linda said with a laid back but wicked smile.
"Oh, you're going for that argument? Seriously? Darling, you should know by now I only do what's best for my plan", Merc replied.
"Oh, I'm dying to know what your brilliant plan is this time!" Linda exclaimed with a simple shake of the head.
"Well, I'm going to murder the death sins, of course", he replied and Linda almost spit her cinnamon bun back out.
"Really? This again? How are you goi-"
"This time, I have a scythe", Merc said with a smile and Lindas eyes instantly glinted with curiousity.
"Ohh... tell me more", she said and smiled.
"Yes, tell us more of this stupid plan, Merc" Merc turned his head to meet Finns annoyed expression. Merc smiled.
"Sit down, mate, I'll tell you all about it", he said and pulled an extra chair to the table. Finn reluctantly complied.

(USA for the win, right? Their laws are so fucked up they always fit my purpose )

"I swear to god, not even Jack-in-the-box likes pancakes", she muttered while she burnt her fifth pancake.
"Who the eff is that?"
"God of course. He's as useless as Jack", she continued muttering and then cried out, frustrated. "I don't give a fuck anymore." She clapped her hands and the food started to fix itself. "I am sooo not cooking again."
Cleo was laughing, clearly amused. "Wow. My parents would hate you, do you know that?"
"I'm pretty aware of that."
"First insulting their god, then being lazy and using magic to cook food."
"Well... yes. Duh. I had to study that trick for half an hour. Of course I'm gonna use it."
Cleo was still laughing when Naeva sat down on the opposite side of her. "So... Tell me. Do I have to get myself killed while trying to kill Linda? Because without my armour I kinda suck. Sorry."
Cleo stopped laughing, but that smile was still there. "I would have sent you after her if she had hurt me. Which she didn't. Believe it or not, but I'm not a virgin."
Naeva looked down while her face started to get red. Of course she knew Cleo wasn't a virgin. But how was she supposed to tell her that was actually in her file? That she had a file?
She started to wish she was actually cooking the food herself, just so could blame the blushing on the heat.
Cleo's jaw dropped. "No. No way. You did so not know... Bloody hell. You did know that. Oh my god. You know about my sex life? You are not, I repeat not, supposed to know about my sex life."
"I know you had a crush on that David when you were 11, even though he was together with your best friend."
Cleo's eyes widened. "No way."
"... Yeah..." She went back to the pancakes just so she didn't have to meet Cleo's gaze.
"Don't... Don't say that-"
"That we have a file? Okay, I won't."
"YOU ARE NOT SUPPOSED TO HAVE A FRICKIN' FILE ABOUT ME!"
"How else is the next guardian angel supposed to know all information? Like now. You have a new guardian angel. He's actually pretty hot. Shy though."
"This isn't happening. This isn't happening. Oh my god. This isn't happening. Now you have to be my best friend. Oh my god. This isn't happening. I'm going to lose all of my friends. Because angels and demons are so much cooler." She continued like that for a while.
Naeva stood there, making pancakes without any magic and without burning them. She just stood there, with a wide grin on her pink lips, and made pancakes. The blushing was gone and she couldn't stop herself from actually thinking about Cleo in a different way than just her protégée.
Best friend.
Well, that definitely was a first.

[Skickar iväg Cleo i nästa inlägg och så börjar hela Merc saken ]

[I'll keep making weirdo plans fast jag inte har en aning om vad jag håller på med... Hehe. xD Wait! WAIT! Betyder det här att jag bestämmer en del av ploten nu? I HAVE THE POWER! Nah, jk.]

Finn ordered something of the menu but Merc was pretty sure it was just for show. Finn never ate real food, not that he refused... it was just that he refused. Also Finn spent most of his time down in hell so he rarely had any use of his human form. Well, so called, Finn hadn't completely turned over to his evil demon-self. Maybe... Merc was never really sure when a demon... a true demon became demonic. Finn had never let Merc experiment on him either so Merc couldn't get any research on the subject. Stupid Finn.
"So, what's this brilliant plan?" Finn asked and his voice dripped with irony. The small talk Linda had attempted with him had been dragged off the grid the second Finn got his coffee.
"I'm going to kill the death sins, all of them", Finn leans back, crosses his arms and lifts his brow. "Don't look so doubtful, Finn! I can really do it!" Merc said and Finn rolled his eyes.
"Even with your scythe you won't get close to the death sins, the only reason you're not dead yet is because you don't scare them", Finn replied.
"That's right, this time I'll get myself a team", Merc replied casually and exchanged Finns coffee cup for his own and took a sip. Finn didn't move a millimeter to stop him.
"What type of team?" Linda butted in and Merc smiled.
"You know, the kind of team that involves at least one beautiful and powerful witch, one handsomely aggressive demo-"
"No", Finn said.
"Then an amazing demonic genius, namely myself, and perhaps one guardian angel if she agrees to come along", Merc ignores Finn.
"Who said I was going to help you out? I wanted to have fun, not attack demons larger than Finn!" Linda said and Merc smiled, he knew what she was doing. "I mean, Finn is easy, anyone can get Finn! A simple spell and he's done for", she continues and turns to Finn. "I get why you're not up for the challenge, cutie, I mean the sins are actually scary!"
"I hate you. Both, so much", Finn said annoyed and both Linda and Merc start laughing in unison.

Naeva sighed and sat down again at the table, her coffee still so hot you could see the steam.
Cleo had gone home for the moment. She said she would be back after a turn to the mall. Naeva didn't know what she was supposed to say. She didn't even really know what day it was either. Hopefully it was a Saturday or else she actually had to act like a grown up and send Cleo to school.
She was sipping on her coffee while the radio played some unknown singer's single when someone knocked on the door.
Naeva calmly put away her coffee, went to the kitchen to gather some weapons and then went to the door, holding a gun behind it while she opened it.
Outside there were one breathtakingly beautiful blonde woman and a roguishly handsome brunet man. Just standing there. The man let his hand fall.
"Oh, finally. I thought I had to knock a second time."
The woman sighed. "I know. It almost looked like that, honey. It's honestly just plain rude." They were talking like Naeva wasn't there.
She arched an eyebrow. "I wasn't notified about this meeting", she said to the obvious angels. The woman was even wearing a white dress, dammit. How were they thinking? Both of them were actually wearing white. It was hilarious.
Naeva stopped them before they started to talk again. She was sure they would kill all her poor braincells. "I'll have to ask you to leave and come back another time, after I've been notified."
"Oh, my... You're pretty stupid, aren't you?" the man said, almost whining. "Oh, darling, we have to convince an idiot."
"... Yes... It seems like it, Desmond. I don't know what to say."
Then they actually pushed the door aside, together with Naeva, and just walked in.
Of course she fired the shots right after she closed the door.
The woman looked rather surprised while she watched the bullet come after her and then... melt when it touched the woman's white dress.
Naeva blinked. "Archangels? Are you fucking kidding me? They sent archangels after me?! THAT'S JUST HUMILIATING."
"Desmond... she shot me."
"Yes, dear, I saw", the man nodded and sat down at the table Naeva had been sitting at a minute ago and started drinking her coffee.
"No, you don't understand, she shot me."
"I would have done the same, Amitiel."
"She shot me."
The woman kept repeating it like she couldn't believe it. The man continued drinking Naeva's coffee. Naeva herself started to get get annoyed.
"Stop it already. Why the hell are there two archangels in my house? Honestly, that's so embarrassing. I'll never be able to look my friends in the eyes again. I've been that bad? So bad that they sent archangels after me? Don't I deserve a little respect at least? Guardian angels?"
The woman was still furious and looked like she wanted to kill Naeva. The man on the other hand had a little smile playing on his lips.
He nodded. "Archangels, guardian angels and sitting in the council. How does that sound?"
Naeva didn't even need to think. "A hella lot better. Archangels are just ridiculous. You just sit there the whole day and... I still honestly don't know what you do. Something with humans, that's all I know."
"Have you always been like this?" the man asked.
"Rude? Hell yes."
"Heavens! DESMOND! TELL HER TO SHUT IT!" the woman cried out.
The man was actually laughing. "No, she's still young. Let her be young."
"Desmond!"
Naeva was done. "I'm going out. See ya." Then she was at the door again.
"DESMOND, TELL YOUR DAUGHTER TO STOP IT BEFORE I KILL HER."
Of course she didn't go out of the house. She turned around and looked at the two stupid archangels in her house.
"You do have your mother's temper", he smiled at her.

Merc grinned as he leaned back, mimicking Finns posture who looked very, very aggravated at this ludacris proposal. In fact, it wouldn't surprise Merc if Finn would just get up from the table and leave. It would also not surprise Merc the least if Finn would then return mere minutes later to join in on this mere fiction of a future. A mere fiction that Merc had so brutally proposed to a demon and a witch with no thought of their position. Whilst Linda was on board, Merc knew Finn was trickier. Much, much trickier. Perhaps it was his years as a demon that had colored his trust or maybe he just thought Merc unworthy of trust? That could be an option. Merc didn't like the latter option that much though, he could never do anything to hurt ones trust that much!
"Who do you intend on paying a visit first, then?" Finn finally said and Merc instantly straightened. His crossed arms opened within milliseconds.
"I vote to go after Asmodeus", Merc replied and Finn snorted. Which caught Merc off-guard.
"Asmodeus will chew you like gum, Merc", Finn said and Linda made a popping sound to go along with his statement. Merc soured instantly.
"No, he won't", Merc replied and crossed his arms again and Finn grinned.
"Yes, he will, and no beautiful wingless angel will change that", Finn replied and crossed his arms in a similar fashion to Merc.
"You sound like a bickering old couple, if you're jealous of her you should just say that, Finn", Linda said and sighed loudly.

Finn instantly started coughing something up that wasn't in his throat and Merc looked the other way. Linda rolled her eyes.
"Geez, still not over yourselves? Shit, your romance didn't work out, you've both seen other people. Get over it, you two!" She said and scoffed annoyed. "I was merely joking and you two turned this lovely swedish... whatcha call it? Fika? Into something super-awkward. Have fun, sweethearts, try not to end up making out in that public bathroom just over there!" Linda pointed towards one of the toilets in the café. "Because I don't need no weird ass make-out session in the stall next door, deal?" Linda didn't wait for an answer she just left for the bathroom.

Silence fell.

"I'm not jealous of her", Finn broke the silence and Merc pulled a hand through his hair.
"I know, I would've sensed that, wouldn't I?" Finn nodded slightly in response. "I mean... we're kinda over that part aren't we?"
"I'm just trying to look out for my very own personal idiot", Finn said and Merc looked up to see Finn grin.
"Oh, so that's your idea of a joke?" Merc said and shook his head.
"No, that's the unfortunate truth. Except that I'm cursed with two of you, maybe your wingless angel has some actually sense in her heard", Finn said and rolled his eyes with a dramatic sigh.

Once upon a time Finn and Merc had a thing, now... Finn was more like a brother. The annoying protective big brother Merc didn't ask for but had anyway. Damn it.

"You. I like you. Her? No. Get her out of my way", she said for the fifth time. Not even god himself was this stupid dammit.
"Shut it", the woman hissed under her breathe. "Now."
"Amitiel... I think you should go out."
To Naeva's surprise she actually rose and then left the house.
Desmond sighed and then shook his head. "She's scared, you know."
"I'm starting to understand that. Geez, she should have thought about this before."
"... No. You turned out fine. Gorgeous. Strong. Independent. And..."
Amitiel got back into the house again, sat down and ignored Naeva's and Desmond's confused gazes.
"I have already fallen though. So, you can go back now. I still can't believe you idiots actually came here, trying to get me married. To an angel!"
Amitiel turned her eyes to Naeva. "Of course. Who else? You can't just stop the bloodline with you. If we had known you'd be so stupid we would have given you a sibling."
Naeva gritted her teeth. "And then what? You would have give her, or him, away too? Would have I even know I had a brother or sister? And, if you ask me stupidity seems to be running in the family."
"Naeva... You have to understand you have to get children of your own. Our bloodline can't end with you. Let's get back to Heaven. Help them find that scythe and things will start working again. You'll have your wings back. You might even have the chance to talk to one of the seraphs. Your life will be great again."
"You're being selfish assholes."
"Yes, but-"
"No! You don't even understand! You're so fucking slow. I have a friend down here. And Heaven should ask me for forgiveness. It's giving itself a bad name. I was one of the best and they threw me out because I prevented a huge mistake."
"Naeva." Amitiel started talking. "You are coming up with us. We are your parents. And now is the time you start to listen. We won't allow you to give us a bad name. Don't you understand at all what's at risk here? You're coming from a great family, child. Don't you understand what's going on? We are expecting you to one day take over the council, after us. And that won't be happening without your wings."
Naeva started laughing. "You can't be serious. My best friend is a human and I'm screwing a fucking demon!" The word hurt her more than her parents. It had such a bad cling to it. Merc wasn't all that bad.
Now it was Amitiel's time to laugh. "That's the best you can come up with? Does this imaginary demon have a name?"
"Merc", Naeva snapped.
And her parents went quiet. Which meant she went quiet too because... Before they were her parents they were actually her superiors and she shouldn't be snapping at them.
Desmond looked at Amitiel, eyes wide. "Oh, no, don't you go there. No. She's a living person. I don't care if you don't like her. Or if she's one of the rudest persons I've met in a while."
Amitiel however didn't seem to listen to him. There was a wide grin on her lips and her eyes sparkled of something Naeva didn't understand. "You know what, darling? Continue 'screwing' that demon of yours. That might actually be the best thing you've ever done."
Naeva started to back to the door, ready to leave the house whenever. "What?"
"Oh, you know, 'screwing' a fallen seraph is a rather good thing. Your children will be the perfect hybrid!" Amitiel started giggling whilst her eyes were wide. Sparkling like all of the stars in the universe at the same time.
Naeva prayed for the first time in a very long time. She prayed that she might have her mother's body shape, her mother's skin, her mother's temper and a lot of her mother in herself, but, if she was that crazy, she promised she wouldn't even be friends with anyone. And absolutely not get children of her own. Or marry anyone.
Then, she prayed her father would stop that maniac. But he didn't.
"Excuse me... What did you just saw?"
"Oh, darling, I said that your little boyfriend is a fallen seraph and I honestly didn't think I would ever hear about him again."

"Who else should we start with if not Asmodeus?" Merc asked and finished his third coffee.
"Must we discuss this here, Merc? I propose we go to a more private location", Linda said with a flirtatious smile and Merc returned the smile before nodding in agreement.
"Sounds like a good idea, however, hell isn't an option in this case", Merc replied.
"No, we're not going to hell for this type of planning", Finn butted in and Merc bit his lip.
"Well, one of your houses will work fine, Merc, hopefully you got one that's protected enough?" Finn asked and Merc thought about it.

Now, he could go to the very place he locked the scythe up. That's well-kept, protected, modern, upgraded... or he could spend time and resources on upgrading another one of his houses. However, that would not be a decennt use of valueable time. Even if he could fix it up within mere days, those days could be used tracking down death sins. Some of them had moved to their own places on earth. Or rather... their very own hells on earth. Merc had been in Lucifers. Someone had told him that it had once been the garden of Eden... until Lucifer had tainted it with the sin he created. It was abandoned since long, Lucifer resided in hell nowadays but Merc had despised being there.

Lucifers pride had eaten every single living thing in the place. It had been like some sort of disgusting poison that had fed upon beauty like it had no value whatsoever. Even Merc had been disturbed. Merc had been disturbed by it. What an odd thing, really, It had been in such a concentrated form that Merc could still recall it.
"Yeah, I got a place that would work!" Merc said happily. "Not sure if it's up to your taste though, Finn, it's quite modern", Merc said with a smile. Finn had refined tastes, old tastes. When Merc had met Finn for the first time Finn had resided in a huge castle in Great Britain.

Said castle had been given away to some royalty since Finn moved back to hell but he still clinged to the old medieval things. His place in hell had iron armors simply standing around as adornments. So, of course, Finn scoffs loudly and annoyed at this outrage that Merc called a home. Even if he hadn't even seen it yet!
"Let's go, guys, we got demons to track!" Merc grabs his two friends by the arms... to their dismay and he teleports. It's not his best ability so they might've ended up on the roof of the building but they ended up at the correct place!

Naeva had successfully gotten them out of the house. As soon as Amitiel had gone completely mad Desmond had taken his wife out of his daughter's house.
Now that Naeva clearly wasn't an orphan any more she barely knew what to do. And if you believed Amitiel Naeva was getting married next month. And having children in two. She was actually crazy.
Desmond had reassured her that it was the nerves. Amitiel was afraid of meeting her daughter for the first time in... Naeva didn't actually know how many years. Many at least. Desmond had said Amitiel had been really anxious before the meeting. Naeva was irritated and frustrated.
She had given them Merc's name to piss them off. Not to make that woman laugh and giggle and plan the future for a 'better one'.
That hadn't been in the plan. Nothing had really.

When the door opened she was lying on her couch in the living room, staring at the roof where too many knives were hanging from.
"Oo-ookeey. I'm guessing someone pissed you off? Did Linda or Merc come? More angels? More demons?" Cleo left some things in the kitchen before coming into the living room and thereafter sat down at Naeva's side.
"I have parents", Naeva sighed, clearly not satisfied.
"... You make it sound like you didn't have any before."
"I didn't. They abandoned as a kid. They gave me away to the academy."
"But now you have?"
"Yes. They came here, knocking on the door, calling me rude and telling me to get my wings back so I can produce some grandchildren they don't have to be ashamed of."
Cleo started giggling. "Can't have been too happy to hear you're shagging a demon, eh?"
"Actually... They were fucking delighted and that's the problem. That fucking woman actually started giggling when I told her. She was soooo happy."
Cleo stopped giggling abruptly. "Pardon me?"
"Turns out Merc is a fallen angel. One of the most powerful ones too. A fucking seraph. They are basically controlling Heaven now a days. Because god is useless. Gah. I hate that guy so much."
Cleo sighed. "I have a feeling I'm gonna get your biography now and it'll be so much cooler than mine. Ugh. Shoot. I wanna hear basically everything. But, I want to live too. So, narrow it down a little, will ya? Thank you. I don't want to age and die while you tell me your biography."