Gjorde det ont... [PRS]

Merc had successfully pin-pointed the location of Beelzebub, thankfully the gluttonous demon preferred the earth over hell and thus was easy to find. Last time Merc had encountered him he had been stuffing his face at a medieval feast, as far as Merc knows he was the king. As always a demon can't remain on a throne for too long without getting taken down so he wasn't allowed to sit there for long.

Merc had texted Finn and Linda the coordinates. He had texted Linda beforehand to make sure she got there on time but to his surprise Finn actually showed up before her. Several minutes, in fact. It didn't matter to Merc whom was with him and who wasn't but Finn usually came fashionably late.
"What a surprise, didn't know you'd be joining me so soon" Merc said with a wide smile and Finn shook his head lightly.
"I'm trying to prevent a later rescue mission", he replied and Merc laughed in response.
"Probably a decent prediction", Merc said and Finn scoffed loudly.
"Thank god you didn't start the party without me!" Linda gasped as she appeared out of thin air next to Merc. "I mean it's not every day you get to kill a death sin, right?" She continued and Merc laughed.
"Yeah! Let's go! Remember the plan?" He said, grinning curiously.
"Of course, I create distractions and go for distance, Finn goes for midrange and close combat and you do the finishing move with that scythe of yours!" Linda recounted the plan and Finn nodded in approval. Merc had been a tad bit worried when Finn volunteered to go so close to death sins but dared not question the decision. Finn was helping after all, it was easier not to argue then.

"Shall we take our leave and face Beelzebub, then?" Finn asked and Merc nodded quickly as a response before rushing towards the literal cavern Beelzebub had decided to reside in.

(My headache is fucking horrid so I'm avoiding more writing for now.)

Naeva had grown tired of it all. She looked at her plan and shook her head at it. She was saving the details for later but right now it seemed like the only way she could do all of the things above was through getting her wings back and that didn't seem to be happening any time soon.
Anael had come with the bad news half an hour ago. Literally none of the fallen angels wanted to be a part of this suicide mission.
But it was a relief in its own weird way. She still had the choice of giving up. She was alone. With a demon and a traitor to angel. It could be an interesting combination but she would rather have wanted that interesting combination going to an amusement park.
She did however very much want her wings back.
"Muuuuuum! Daaaaaaad! Could you get down here for a moment!" she screamed.
Desmond was the only one who got down but Naeva wasn't complaining. Desmond however was. "What do you want?" he scoffed.
"Woah. I thought you liked me."
"I barely know you. The fascination of having a daughter is over. We didn't expect you to actually call on us."
"Well... yeah. Whatever. What do you think about that rebellion I've been hearing things about? What does the council think about it? Do they worry?"
"Not at all, actually."
"Why not?"
"They are foolish."
"Or some of them actually wants the rebellion to go through?"
Desmond thought about it for a second. "I can see the benefits if the rebellion wins."
"What if the seraphs died?"
"Depends on who would take over Heaven. A good leader is crucial for a good place."
"Okay. Thank you."
"That's all?"
"Yup. I was bored."
"Hey, having kids isn't that hard!" Desmond grinned before returning back to Heaven. Naeva rolled her eyes and reached for the notebook.
Parents - potential allies. Now she knew that at least. And her father was stupid. Now she knew that too.

[Oh, I wonder who they want to rule heaven! xD]

Merc pulled the black dagger right out of Beelzebub's heart as the sin staggered back, the mess of flesh that was it's stomach sizzled angrily. It's grey skin melted away from it's body and it's many hands grabbed fruitlessly in the air after any of the three attackers. His mouth gaped and three rows of teeth glinted in the faint light of the black fires Linda had cast.
"We did it", Linda said with a relieved sigh. "Damn, Finn, you totally smashed it with that hit of yours!" Linda continued as the corpse dissolved in front of them.
"Of course I did, but what was that thing that locked Beelzebub to the ground?" Finn replied triumphantly and turned to Merc who were wiping the scythe clean.
"Oh, just some glue-like thing I worked on to stop angels from flying", Merc replied with a grin however he quickly looked away as Naeva came to mind. Ugh, he had to stop.
"Whatever guys, can we celebrate or something? I really think we should celebrate!" Linda replied totally ecstatic and grabbed Merc's and Finn's shoulders and shook them harshly. Probably from over-flowing energy.
"Yeah! We should!" Merc replied happily as the scythe locked around his wrist like a bracelet.
"How are we supposed to celebrate the murder of Beelzebub himself properly?" Finn replied and Merc just dunked his back.
"Let's go to some cool place, grab a few drinks and just enjoy ourselves... you do know how to do that, right?" Merc continued happily.
"Oh! Let's go to NYC! There's this awesome bar..."

"... where they got the craziest drinks! And..." By now Finn had stopped listening and turned to Beelzebub's last remains. Beelzebub had been... an annoyance as always. It was good that Beelzebub was gone but somehow Finn would miss the bastard. He had hung out with Beelzebub when he was younger... when they were younger. Finn grabbed the only human thing Beelzebub ever kept with him and placed it in his pocket. The tiny locket was the closest thing Beelzebub had ever gotten to actually having a heart. The only thing that kept Beelzebub attached to the world was the tiny locket one very generous girl had once given him. It was very poetic according to Finn, but everything always ended... didn't it?
"I think NYC sounds good actually, there aren't any good pubs anymore anyway", Finn grinned and with that they traveled to NYC, one with heavier heart than the other two.

(*shrugs* Her mother would like that position very much though xD)

Hon fortsatte kalla på folk, ringde dem, frågade dem saker och fortsatte tills gryningen kom som en påminnelse om att hon slösat bort ytterligare några timmar på fjuttiga saker.
Dock så höll hon på att förbereda en liten rebellisk akt, så det fick lov att ta sin tid. Hon hade dock inte förväntat sig att bli så trött eller känna sig så ensam. Hon tyckte om Cassiel och Anael, men ärligt talat var ingen av de en skyddsängel eller några som tyckte om att slåss. Och ifall det var någon hon visste var det att slåss. Hela hennes kropp var förberedd på en strid. Till och med hennes ryggmuskler som försökte flaxa med vingarna som inte fanns där.
Hon ville ha en likasinnad person bredvid sig.
Hon suckade.
Hon hade inga vänner förutom Cleo. Skyddsänglar var kända som de ensamma änglarna trots allt.
Men hon saknade Himlen. Speciellt sitt hem.
Naeva tänkte tillbaka på det alldeles för organiserade stället. Det tomma utrymmet utifall att en strid skulle bryta ut. Hur trapporna vinklade precis rätt så att hon fick övertaget. Hon tänkte tillbaka på hur hon planterat vapen ungefär överallt i huset och kunde inte låta bli att le.
Hon undrade ifall det fortfarande var kvar?
Hon skakade på huvudet och reste på sig och gick mot balkongen innan hon kastade sig ut. Att flyga utan vingar skulle aldrig kunna mäta sig med känslan med fick med dem.
Ifall det inte fanns några fallna änglar som ville hjälpa henne så kanske hon borde satsa på de som redan var kvar i Himlen? Hon var trots allt Naeva. Hon kände folk. Typ. Ifall man kunde kalla vissa av dem folk.
Hon tvingade bort bilden på en viss mörkhårig demon ur huvudet. Trots det kunde hon fortfarande höra ekot av hans skratt.
"Nej, men ser man på, är det inte min dotter som gör mig sällskap här uppe i luften?"
Naeva stannade upp och vände sig om. En blond kvinna med alldeles för blek hy. Alldeles för vacker för en människa. Speciellt med tanke på att hon svävade.
Naeva kände hur hon hellre skulle dödat kvinnan framför sig än hälsa med ett leende och säga "Ser man på. Vad gör du här?"
Av kvinnans skratt att döma så skulle svaret inte båda gott.

(Jag har inte skrivit på svenska på ungefär en månad eller så o.o it feels weird.)

('Ello)

"Really? You're ordering a beer? You know you look like a total lumberjack now, right?" Linda laughed out as she was already half way to piss-drunk.
"Hey, hey! Let the man drink whatever he wants. He's fucking immortal!" Merc laughed in response as Finn drunk calmly drunk his beer as if he had all the time in the world to leisurely hang out with them. Of course, in theory he did... but whatever. He smiled at Merc who was... interestingly enough intoxicated. Now, neither angels or demons could be intoxicated. However, they could feign it and Merc was really into his act. It seemed like he wanted to... forget something. That could never be good.
"Hey! Hey! It's been AGES since we hung out in your castle, Finn! Can't we go theree!?" Linda shrieked in her half-pissdrunk state and Merc quickly shook his head.
"Were prolly not alloweed, kiddo! We're not royaaal!" Merc replied and laughed loudly, happily... or so it seemed. Linda simply rolled her eyes at him before using her 'puppy eyes' at poor Finn. Whom was ready to agree nonetheless but the puppy eyes was a nice touch.
"Sure, it was about half a century since last time", Finn said with half a smile.
"YES!" Linda called out in pur ecstasy before grabbing his arm and Mercs but Finn was quicker as he teleported into his throne room.

The Castle was a gloomy building especially the room he teleported to. But it was... a royal gloom over it. The several empty armors stood tall along the grand windows on either side. The dark red carpet led up to the very adorned throne in the center of the room farthest from the entrance that could obviously be on the other side of the world for all that it mattered to the peasants that once crawled in front of Finn. Indeed, Finn had once been a king... well, that was before he realized he had long outlived his purpose in those farmworkers' lives.
"Sir? Are you home?" A younger maid asked as she had entered to see what was going on.
"Yes, please prepare rooms for my guests? Preferably one close for this young lady", Finn replied and the young maid instantly curtsied and ran out to obey the order.
"I am not that drunk!" Linda sounded almost insulted.
"Linda, you're not that drunk, yet", Merc corrected her with a grin and Linda hit him lightly on the arm.
"Let's go into the salon", Finn said and took the lead. Linda skipped behind him and Merc followed quickly as well. Probably to get more booze.

She hadn't been able to take off her bra for half an eternity. Neither did she sleep half-naked any more.
And she was in Mexico. It was hot. Hotter than hell, if you would believe Naeva apparently. Point is, she was tired of it. He was always around. Always that damn shadow she never saw. But of course she was going to have a new guardian angel, Naeva said. Of course Heaven will protect you, she said.
Cleo was just utterly tired of it.
She wanted to take that godforsaken bra off. And being able to not feel awkward every time she accidentally farted. She wasn't used to this hot food every day. Her tummy wasn't feeling well.
And she slept with a weapon now a days too, just because she had gotten way too paranoid.
While looking herself in the dressing table's mirror and undoing her braid she felt how she straightened her back.
"I know you're probably just doing whatever you think is right and good and well and all of that, but, honestly... I'm kind of tired of it. This isn't even my first conversation like this. I always tell you when I'm going somewhere, and specifically where I am going. It's not like I'm running away from you. But still you're always there!" She pulled frustrated hands through her hair. "You don't need to be there every second! And if you are, for the love of goodness, let me see how you look! It feels like I'm going insane. And I'm pretty sure making me paranoid wasn't on that list of yours. I'm just assuming you guardian angels have a list of things to do and not to do, by the way."
She looked herself in the mirror. She was dressed in pyjamas. It was ridiculous. She couldn't sleep with a cover at night because it got too hot with clothes on.
She sat down by the dressing table and just looked herself in the eyes for a couple of seconds in lack of having someone else to look at.
She smiled to herself.
Sure, there were people of colour in England too, and in that states, but being here in Mexico reminded her of her grandmother and she felt like she fit in a lot better. A lot easier. People didn't give her racist comments. Her mother was half-latina and half-greek, and her father half-African-American and half-german. She was a total mix. Darker skin. Thicker and curly hair. Big green-brown eyes. She didn't feel like cover herself her.
Which she was doing with these stupid pyjamas and everything else she didn't dare to put on because she didn't know what kind of person he was. She wasn't going to be someone's private show.
She reached after her make-up and continued to talk while working on her face. "I ordered breakfast for two. I think it's time you introduce yourself, angel."

(And now I'm off to bed o.o Jag som skulle skriva om mänskliga rättigheter XD Jag är verkligen extremt duktig at procrastination )

(This is the moment when Azariah is like that awkward but overly handsome dude. I swear he's always like:
Random chick: "Hey, you're hot, dude!"
Azariah: "Yeah, but... uhm... yeah... uh... i'm not... I w-"
Prolly his brother: "Just say thank you, dammit."
Azariah: "Th-thank you, dammit."
Bro: "Oh for the love of..."

Azariah watched the young woman carefully around the house and due to his respect for humanity or rather the polite rules of how to treat a lady he did look away whenever she changed her clothes. However, his own rules had decided against following the poor girl into the bathroom and alike. Or, well, that was a lie. He was in the bathroom. Just not so he ever actually looked. He was not... unfamiliar with the art of love nor the body of a female, male... in-betweens. He just... he wasn't truly experienced. If now experience was measured the way where you'd have plenty of partners, plenty of different sorts of sex... etcetera, etcetera. If it was, then he was unexperienced.

Azariah listened to her furious ranting and actually regretted his anti-social nature. He even had few friends among the angels, his parents... his mother still lived. His father had since long fallen to madness, deciet and anger. So, he once went out on a mission and never returned. His scythe was found alone with the father's name engraved on it. Perhaps Azariah should've gone into the harsh reality of being a Reaper. Followed his father's footsteps when his big brother fell from Heaven.

Several thousands of years and the only thing he had heard of his brother was the fact that he hadn't completely turned to a demon. The occasional updates from one of the seraphs named Anzhela whom gladly shared with Azariah whenever they found something new. However, she couldn't ever share all the little details and very often Azariah knew she had news of his brother but alas, could obviously not share them.

He and his brother... they had spent their entire childhood as best friends. Great friends... Azariahs only childhood-friend. Rhemiel had gone for the responsibility and followed in their father's footsteps. However, Rhemiel always did always strive to make an example of himself. Creating, building, making, inventing... it did not take too long before he was elevated to take part of the seraphim. Mother was overjoyed whilst Azariah wept bitterly over the loss of his brother... and then again when Rhemiel fell whilst their mother tried to forget him.

"I ordered breakfast for two. I think it's time you introduce yourself, angel." The young exceptional woman said and Azariah shrunk slightly in his sitting position on the floor in a corner. Would he? Will he? Should he? Wasn't there any protocols against this? Would he... did it truly matter? And so, he rose.

He brushed the non-existant dust off his simple tight-fitting white t-shirt, blue jeans and grey shoes. He dragged a hand through his own lightbrown hair before he sort of popped into existance by her window, blocking out some of the light.
"I... I guess I owe you an apology?" Azariah said and he crossed his arms awkwardly over his chest.

(I love that xD)

Cleo had a hard time not to stare. When Naeva told her she was an angel Cleo had had the time to get used to her beauty at the very least. Now, this man - this very beautiful man - rose and she almost gasped. She was totally staring. She didn't mean to, but she was.
"Yes, you do... I think," she then said with an unsure voice. He was actually just doing his job. But, when Naeva had been her guardian angel things hadn't been like this. "Thank you for being real though, trying to eat all that breakfast myself would have been awkward..." She started to blush and looked away.
She stood up, putting away the make up-brush, and took a step towards him. She just wanted to stare for a while, take him in, observe how he met her eyes, how he looked at her, how he treated her and... she wanted to know who she was talking to. She hadn't asked Naeva for anything more on her guardian angel - which she should have done she started to realize.
She couldn't let herself be taken back by him though.
When she looked at him her eyes were firm and confident. She felt powerful, even though she wasn't. She was going to fix this, even though she was very nervous.
"I seem to have forgotten your name", she said as there was a knock on the door. "I will take it", she smiled politely to him before turning her back to him and walking to the door.

Naeva was so close. Tomorrow was the day. She was finally going to get her wings back. She was sure of it. She could have them by evening tomorrow, if she really wanted to.
But first of all she had to get out of this godforsaken box.
"Heaven you say?" the voice giggled.
Naeva turned around. Dammit.
She was locked inside a box. A cage. Without any cracks for any kind of light. She had only seen the man's face before he shot that poison dart against her. And pricked. That's the worst part. She had been in the bar just waiting for her friends when someone started to giggle like a maniac behind her. A few metres from her there had been this man standing with something that looked like a pen in his hand, with broken yellow coloured teeth... and then he had shot her. She hadn't even gone down swinging.
And now he was toying with.
"I miss heaven... I want to murder those angels with their pretty, pretty wings and their halos. I want to rip their bodies apart and then bath in their blood." That damned giggle again. The man excitedly clapped his hands like a little child. "Iiiiih!! Angels! Sweet, sweet angels! I will kill them all!"
Naeva didn't say a word. She kept quiet and touched the floor with her fingers, barely moving in case he could see her. She could still feel her magic... what was this box made out of? Would it reflect her magic? Could he see her?
She bit her lip. Who was he even? And what kind of poison had that been? And did she have a broken rib or was it just bruises? Thankfully she didn't have a headache.
"But, first of all, you have to help me get into heaven, of course."
Of course...

(Merc and she needed a talk, right? owo what if she tries to call on the person that can help her and then she accidentally calls him in to the box and then they just ignore the guy while talking? XD)

(I realized it could be Leviathan doing the kidnapping since he's already managed to poison her once in hell. Maybe he'd need darts or alike when he's on earth as to not put an entire building under the influence... o.o But nah. xD Maybe not...)

While Azariah stepped into the corner to avoid detection as breakfast showed he was very quick to aid her with the differing items when the employee closed the door and left.
"I don't think you've ever been told my name" Azariah clumsily corrected her as he turned his gaze down and tried to avoid any prominent and prolonged eye contact with busying himself with the food items. He also became painfully aware about his hands, he had hitchihker's thumbs. All bent and wonky. The prolonged eye contact didn't bother him... that much. He wasn't unaware that it was the norm, especially if you wanted to prove yourself superior. However, in all honesty, Azariah didn't want to prove himself superior. Of course, he was superior in power, age and more things. He did realize those things but she deserved the respect as being seen as her own person and equal person. Thus, he intended to treat her as one now that she knew of his existance. "Uhm, it's Azariah... it's archaic though", he continued. He was very unaware that his current posture must be seen as incredibly unlikely for his status.

His hands were sort of a wrangled mess and shifted between having crossed arms or forcing his thumbs down his pockets. His head turned far too much to the side, biting his lips slightly between breaths or breaks in his speech. He also shifted his weight to the left to the right perhaps a tad bit too much for it to be on accident or casual.



Merc had gone back home, he was incredibly tired and was preparing himself for the next death sin. After Beelzebub the other death sins had, according to Finn, scattered and whilst the others could be found Lucifer himself was just gone. He had hoped that he, himself, could find something on Lucifer but was met with incredible disappointment.
"So, what happened to Naeva anyway?" The all to familiar slightly metallic voice of holo-Merc sounded from Mercs pad.
"We disagreed, y'know, angels and demons aren't known to get along", Merc replied whilst tinkering with some new invention. This one was supposed to stop Leviathan from using that forsaken smoke of his. It was basically just the anti-dote for the moment and he tried to get it... to work. Well, work in a grenade-like form. If he could just throw it and heal Linda or himself or Finn they could easily overthrow Leviathan. It was easy! In theory.

(Hade tänkt mig en galen fallen ängel som vill hämnas på alla i himlen x3 han vill inte tillbaka, han vill bara döda alla och sedan begå självmord, because... I have no idea, tbh, he's fucking crazy. He wants death a lot, he misses death, so, kill everyone and then be one with death himself or something)

Cleo smiled. "Azariah... that's one special name." She liked the way he pronounced it. He was too shy though. She hadn't expected this. She had a hard time staying mad with him.
She thought about calling Naeva and have all of them eat breakfast together, but she had a feeling it was bad timing.
She started to move the breakfast to the table while feeling how her tummy started to twist and feel weird. She was nervous. She didn't like to be nervous.
"You already know who I am", she pointed out, not really looking at him because of her stomach. "But I don't really know who you are. Tell me, will ya?"

Naeva just realized she can't move her body more than a couple of centimetres. Which was not good news.
"Naeva? You awake yet?"
She barely breathed. This was the fifth time he had asked her that in a couple of minutes.
She needed to get out of this godforsaken box before she started to get... hungry? She usually never got hungry, but now that she was a fallen angel - more or less - she didn't know what she could do and not do.
I need someone... was all she could think.
She managed to control her magic enough to call on someone. Rather, force someone into the box. Transport that person.
Cleo, she thought. She would protect Cleo with her life, but the best thing with Cleo was that she had an awesome guardian angel that would hopefully be furious with Naeva, but still help her with her... situation.
But as soon as she thought about situation she started to think about her and Merc's situation. And that time on her bed... and...
Oh, no... she thought as she felt her magic tingle. In her stomach. Because she hadn't thought of Cleo when the magic kicked off. She had thought of Merc and that had revived those god damn dead butterflies in her belly.

(I'm kind of laughing at how bad this most be, but I tried to watch a youtube video and write at the same time and I'm pretty sure I mixed up sentences like at least 10 times. And Naeva's part.... wow. Just realized how bad my English is XD)