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"Naeva, I told you to get on your high horse and get out" Merc repeated. "And by all means if you feel justified by telling everyone the big bad demon made you do it, go ahead" Merc continued and didn't even look at her. Merc returned to his work as the magic in his arm worked again and he dropped the tool, it was a lesser bother than her for the moment so he picked up one of the extras whilst one of his robotics picked it up for him.

"Either you drink the anti-dote and get out or I'll put you on the doorstep and let you crawl away" Merc said coldly and his robotics whirled angrily as if to prove his point. "You could always try going back to hell and read all about in the records" Indeed, Merc was very salty about this whole ordeal. Shame every single damn angel were so sucked up by themselves and their own dealings that they didn't even know half of what demons are. It was ludacris. "Otherwise it was just a big waste of my time to make it at all", he continued and got up and walked to the other side of the room to access one of his many computers.

"Ugh. Time to to get to work I guess." She reached for the antidote and emptied the content. "If I survive this suicide mission I will come for that scythe and then who knows? I might actually try to kill the death sins." She laughed a little and felt how her body slowly went from numb to functioning. It was still hurting though. Like someone had let the blows pour over her. Someone being herself.
She stretched for like two seconds to see if her body was working before she teleported to the streets of Taiwan.

It had taken her almost two hours to find that useless demon and her angel boyfriend.
She walked into the bar and almost immediately found them. Two Caucasians sitting and making out kind of stood out in almost full bar.
Naeva sighed. It truly was crowded and being white herself people started whispering, pointing and staring.
When she reached the couple sitting in their own little corner, not letting the each other go while the make out session went on, people stopped flat out staring even though they still tried.
She stood there for about half a minute until she realized they weren't going to notice her. She sighed. "Anael, let go of Cassiel now, will you?"
They immediately stopped and looked at her.
Anael squealed and then got up, throwing her arms around Naeva. "Oh my! You're here!"
"Hello there", Cassiel greeted her.
Naeva laughed and hugged her friend back. Then Cassiel also gave her a hug. She sat down together with them in the booth.
Anael held Naeva's hand. "Why are you here?"
"Well... I spoke of you to a demon about... half a day ago, and thought I would find you and make you a favour."
"What kind of favour?" Cassiel asked.
Naeva smiled. "I've lost everything now. I accidentally broke the law again. And you know how the seraphs are when it comes to breaking the law while waiting for the final sentence."
"And that means...?" Anael asked.
"You know what? I'm ready for that rebellion you suggested a few years ago."
Anael looked at her in disbelief. "That was almost 500 years ago."
"It was? Oh, time just flies by, don't you think?"
Cassiel was the first one to grin. "Time for me to really break the law and get away with it, you mean?"
Anael laughed. "I will gather the fallen angels."
Naeva smiled. "Good. We might need an army later on."

(~have absolutely no idea what I'm getting myself into~)

( Well, probably an endless rebellion that will only ruin humanity more than anything unless you have any fallen reapers who still has their scythes there somewhere... )

"You let her go?" Linda said and Merc waved her hands away from the scythe that was just floating in the air for the moment.
"She's going off to kill seraphs, if she managed to get a hold of her own scythe that'll work out", he replied and walked to the other side of the room and Linda followed.
"But she can't, angels can't handle the scythes which has been established through her reaction, right?" Linda asked and Merc nodded in confirmation.
"So you literally let her run on a suicide mission?" Linda asked and took a step to the side as Merc rose his hand towards the scythe.
"I guess I did", Merc replied and the scythe instantly came back to him. Merc turned into a knife and threw it over the room, it disappeared to somewhere.
"That doesn't seem like you, what did she say? Well, other than the blatant lie that you're a seraph... because that seems unlikely..." Linda watched as Merc climbed onto a table and then pulled himself up to the roof.
"The usual angel-things, it's always about heaven with them", Merc replied and stretched his hand out. The scythe came, in knife-form instantly. Great, his tech is working properly. It switched forms to a ring and Merc slipped it onto his thumb once more.
"Oh... oh... she got all high and mighty?" Merc shrugged.
"I don't really care anymore, I got what I wanted didn't I?" Merc replied and went back to the workbench.
"I get why you didn't want nothing to do with her, angels never did anything for me", Linda said and pouted.
"They never do anything for anyone if it's not in their best interest", Merc replied and laughed softly.
"That's why you want to kill the death sins so bad, right? Because with them it might be better down in hell?" Linda suddenly looked incredibly serious and Merc looked up at her with a smile.
"Yeah, but don't let it get around... I'd rather stay a name in a record myself", he laughed and she smiled.
"You sure you don't want to make sure you're not a seraph then?" Linda quickly said and then jumped to the side as he violently jerked to look at her.
"Didn't we just agree that I couldn't be a seraph?" He asked and looked as if he was incredibly hurt by the notion. He wasn't.
"Now, now, that's not what I'm saying. Except that you with those epic seraph-wings and then that scythe would be awesome in a battle against those sin-assholes!" Linda replied excitedly and Merc sighed and rolled his eyes.
"I thought you'd be at Cleo's by now anyway?" And Linda quickly glanced at her watch.
"Uuugh, damn you for ruining my fun. See yah, hell-heretic!" And with that Linda was gone, presumably popping up in Cleo's apartment like the ghost she could be whenever she felt like it.

(Well... done deal then.)

Naeva looked around in the little work shop while she looked at her phone screen again.
And then it vibrated. London is beautiful!
Naeva smiled. Good. Cleo was safe and she had given her some tech when she had emptied the room.
It vibrated again. Thanks for the money and the teleportation machine! I feel like a thief though.
Naeva laughed. Cassiel gave her a weird look.
"Just my protégée, that's all."
"I don't understand."
Naeva sighed. "Of course not."
He shook his head and then looked at the weapons in the work shop. "Guns, swords, blades, whatever you prefer. The grenades are in another room."
"You sure you don't want to join my killing spree?"
"Pretty sure. I prefer to watch, as you know."
"Indeed, and that's why I was sure you would have your own little Heaven. Weapons, artificial wings, books and so on."
"What can I say? I prefer to observe and now a days also understand. As soon as Anael is back I will sneak you into the Library. There should be some sort of information about how to kill a seraph."
"... Yes." Naeva smiled. "And if my information is correct we actually even have a seraph to test the technique."
He cooly observed her and then smiled a little. "You found a fallen seraph."
"Perhaps", she smiled back. "And perhaps my darling parents can help me with getting a clean scythe - still not made for Reapers."
"That would definitely be something unusual."
"Hey, may I check out your library? I know you don't have anything on how to kill seraphs, but maybe you have a list of them?"
He shrugged. "I might have. Make yourself at home."
"Already done", she grinned back.

( This literally only gave me more questions... o_o but I'll trust you because I just killed Mercs house. x3 )

When Linda left the house Merc didn't feel alone, which he should have.
"Who do I have the pleasure to make acquaintance with?" Merc asked right out into the air and decided to keep tweaking the scythe. It had almost all properties of a Reaper's scythe. The only thing it lacked was the effects it should have on other types of angels. However considering Merc can tear it through a wall he can bypass an angel grabbing it. It can switch shapes to anything he wants... just that one thing that he can't bring back the protection from angels. Shame but unecessary.
"Would you mind looking at me, honey?" Merc saw the shapely woman at the other side of the table bent forward so her voluptous breasts squeezed against the white surface.
"Please, Asmodeus, I'm not in the mood for such company", he said and Asmodeus laughed. The female voice was distorted and sort of mixed with a dark one, how interesting. Of course, Merc could feel the effects Asmodeus has. He just chose to ignore it.
"Now, now, baby" Asmodeus moved around to Merc and placed light hands on his arms and traveled down. Merc didn't mind, didn't care. "Whatcha doing there?" She pressed her body towards Merc and her hands were touching his. Merc sighed loudly as the scythe sealed itself around his thumb again.
"You know what I'm doing", Merc turned to face the woman and her red eyes met his. "So, please, get out"
"Such a bore... let's do something fun, cutie..." Her sultry voice whispered in Mercs ear. Merc shook his head softly.
"I am, Asmodeus", Merc replied and rose from his chair, grabbed a prepared sportbag. "You should leave though, I told my computer to completely destroy this place", Merc said and pulled the grey hood of his hoodie up as he walked away from Asmodeus and the house. Which was ruined behind him. He had more places to go.

Cassiel's weapon chamber had been the biggest one up to now. The library was so much bigger. And the only reason the weapon chamber had been so big was because weapons took up much space. Books on the other hand... You could pretty much put them wherever you wanted.
Still, this room was huge. And dusty.
The tickling in Naeva's nose made her sneeze.
Then she started to look around.
It was a dark room. Even with the lights on it was a dim lighting. She was going to need a candle to read with later.
Wherever she looked the were at least a dozen books. They were everywhere. On the shelves, on the floor, on the ceiling, handing on chandeliers, hovering, on tables... Or they were flying around the library with small wings, almost chasing each other.
It was almost like being in the big Library again. Even the ceiling was ridiculously high. She liked the grand feeling though. She missed it even. It was like coming home. At least to a place close to home.
She sighed and looked around. She missed Heaven. Maybe she should rethink some things. She wanted this to be quiet and quick. She didn't want a war to break out and destroy everything dear to her. Eventually it would reach the humans and Hell too. She couldn't allow that.
She smiled as she took her steps and started walking around, breathing in the smell of books, secrets, fires after all the candles, an ever so faint perfume, tree, metal and all the things you could find in an old library. Very old one.
She let her fingers stroke the books' spines.
Book and books and books and scrolls and scrolls and more books and more scrolls.
Naeva smiled while she went to the section with angels' history.
She lit a fire in her hands and then started looking at the... way too long list. How the hell had so many seraphs fallen? Sure, millions of years could probably result in that many fallen seraphs, but this was ridiculous.
She sighed. Now she started to remember why Hell had been a good idea. Because there she could have looked up Merc and then tried to see if he had any back story of being a seraph. These were just random names. Some of them she recognized and some others she didn't.
She shook her head. If there were so many fallen seraphs Heaven had more trouble with them than she had thought.
Still, she would need a couple of days to plan a a whole seraph court's death.
She looked at the names on the list... Maybe one of these angels held a grudge against the other seraphs? Maybe one of them could help her?
She smiled again. That could be a possibility.

( This is gonna be short cos I have nothing to write. )

Merc had taken a room at a motel with no intent on leaving until he has tracked down Beelzebub which was supposed to be the first sin to die. Gluttony was not... the weakest of the seven death sins but he was the easiest to find according to Finn. Which could be true, it didn't really matter to Merc since he just wanted to get rid of them.

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Finn sad in one of his many castles and monitored the current situation with every faction of the supernatural kin for the moment. He had plenty of resources for this task, perhaps that was why he rarely ever wanted to leave his home? He had heard from Linda that Merc had finally gotten the scythe to work properly so Finn had tried to monitor the chaos. However the one who he wouldn't have suspected to try start a rebellion just did. One that was doomed to fail but it would keep him entertained for the time being, thankfully it seemed that the seraphs weren't quite aware of what was happening just yet.

Naeva took the keys and went to her room. She would stay the night at the hotel but she didn't know where she was supposed to live afterwards. She could live in Scotland. Scotland was nice. She could totally live in Scotland.
Naeva threw her suitcase on the floor before going straight to the shower.
She needed some sleep to relax. And she needed to sleep away Merc. Because for the last two hours she hadn't been able to stop thinking about him.
And as soon as she started thinking about him she could feel her rage and how she just desperately wanted to understand him.
He had used her.
She didn't like that. At all.
Even though she probably had used him too. She didn't think she had betrayed him like that though. Okay, that dagger might have hurt his heart if he had any. But still.
She sighed as she let the water pour over her. She missed his smiles. And how his body had felt against hers. Could you possibly wish for a person so much they would appear right next to you? She would scream at him but in the end, if he would ever be close to her again, she knew her heart would forgive that stupid bastard.
Her brain also told her she would try to kiss his ass if he got too close though.
She rested her forehead against the cold tile. She was going to need allies. At least one death scythe. She was going to need weapons.
And her wings.
She didn't stand a chance before she got her wings back. She wondered how mad Cassiel would be when she snuck off to her wings. Anael would probably go with her though. And Anael probably knew some stronger spells than Naeva knew.
She just needed a person she could trust now. Then things would start to look pretty bright for a suicide mission.

(She's very conflicted xD)

Azariah sat calmly in the newly appointed homestaed of his young protegé. It was actually a shame that Naeva had lost her position as the proper guardian angel of this young girl. Azariah was merely an ancient being that probably should have kept on just... being.

He had kept out of Tellus business for so long, he was a mere legend even amongst angels now. He was a mere whisper around demons but his power hadn't ceased over time. Azariah had seen the witch Naeva had allowed the girl to socialize with. Azariah was unsure why that was, of what he heard this witch was friends with demons and had been in league with Lucifer to recieve her powers. What was he supposed to do anyway? He had forgotten how boring it was to be a guardian angel, at least... how he prefered to do it. He didn't need to physically interfere as long as he kept track of his protegé. It was very rare for Azariah to act in person when it came to protection, however... his protegés usually didn't know anything about the supernatural creature that he was.

Once or twice he had shown himself, wings and all simply to stop them, make them think again... anything at all.

Naeva laid on the bed with books spread out over it. She had borrowed them from Cassiel and now she tried to figure out which seraph she could contact. Cassiel had seriously gone for Lucifer mostly because he was curious if he was still alive. If he was Naeva would be the one asking if he had been a seraph or a cherub (Cassiel thought he must have been a seraph because of his powers, Naeva didn't) and probably get killed while doing so.
She was thinking about contacting Azariah and force him to take care of Cleo like she had done. This whole suicide mission thing could actually result in her death and she didn't really like it.
She sighed and rolled around so was her on her belly instead of her back. She started to trace the list of names with her fingers.
Stupid.
Stupid.
Useless.
Oooh... Nevermind.
This one seem... Nah.
Cool name.
Useless.
Sad story.
Stup... Not so stupid.
She stopped and started reading the story of the seraph. Everything was very vague, but if she understood it correctly there had once been a Reaper who had created the death scythe and after that he had gone all seraph and then got kicked out of Heaven after a while. If he was still alive he was exactly the person she needed.
Rhemiel .
She smiled. Now. This. He was her big chance on a silent rebellion between her and the seraphs. She didn't even really want to kill them. She just wanted to get rid of them somehow. And Rhemiel would hopefully help her with it.