Daughter Dearest

twenty-seven

"Alastor's out of the fight." Bucky relayed the information to those in the sky. They had noticed the force field fall, but were too preoccupied with not dying to pay attention to the fight Alastor placed himself in.

"What do you mean he's 'out'?" Venus grunted as she was attacked, the angel barreling into her at a high speed.

Before Venus could do anything, Mjölnir smacked the side of the exorcist's head, the creature falling to the ground. If she wasn't dead from the impact of the mighty weapon, she was no doubt dead from Niffty stabbing her eight times in the chest.

Oops.

"Charlie thinks he's dead."

"Shit!" Venus hissed, dodging a thrown spear that was aimed directly at her face. "Just keep fighting!"

She landed on the ground, lending a hand where she could — namely making sure Peter, of everyone, wasn't overworking himself. He was the youngest on the team and HER responsibility after all. 

The whirring of a motor coming to life grabbed her attention, yet a quick glance in any direction couldn't tell her where it was coming from — until there was a structural creak and Sir Pentious’ airship slowly lifted from where it had been since before her arrival. 

“Pentious?” Venus vaguely heard Charlie say from a few feet away, yet her movement was halted, dread filling her gut as she watched the large ship lift. Everyone was watching. 

“That crazy motherfucker. . .” Angel breathed out. 

“No.” Venus muttered, shaking her head slightly as the airship flew towards Adam, pointing the death ray at him. 
One moment it was inching towards the first man, the next a blast incinerated the airship and everyone inside of it. 

Staring in horror, Venus felt an array of emotions. . . But most of all, sadness at losing a friend. Adrenaline flooded her body, as that sadness quickly turned to anger.

No. Not anger. 

Rage. Pure. Fucking. Rage.

For the first time, the sounds of the resumed battle were canceled out by the sound of ringing in both of her ears as vibrant green flames licked at her fingertips, igniting the hilt of her weapon before traveling up the blade as if it had been dipped in a flammable solution. 

She felt the familiar burn of her eyes changing, both of the new and old sensations being ignored.

Taking a step forward, she blindly shot into the sky, brutally taking out the exorcists that foolishly got between her and Adam; she was going to kill him.

For Sir Pentious. For Charlie. For Vaggie. For herself. 

Spatterings of golden blood on her suit were practically washed away with the sea of gold that flooded her front, bathing her in the warm, sticky liquid. 

She had been nice before, offering a quick death to those who got in her way. 

But at the moment, she was basking in the feeling of holding their lives in her hands — slowly, painfully taking it away from them. 

Soon Venus calmed enough to notice they were avoiding her wrath, taking their chances with the mighty heroes and sinners instead. She almost laughed — she would've if she hadn't set her sights on Adam being thrown into the hotel's damaged sign. 

She smirked. Interesting. 

Her gaze then landed on Charlie and Lucifer — who had seemingly just arrived. . . Which had to have meant the treaty between the two realms had been violated somewhere.