a/n: there are some non-canon aspects... but then again, aren't there always? hah... anyways, enjoy!
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It had taken Talia much longer than what would've pleased her anxious mind to reach the ground once more. A perceived eternity of running and tripping over her feet and attempting to not accidentally fall on her own weapon; at last, she was on the ground once more, seeing Charlie on the offensive as a result of her grief-induced rage at the sight of Pentious's untimely demise.
Talia was back on the ground, and unlike before, now she was absolutely fucking pissed.
Talia swung at an exorcist that had been sneaking up behind Vaggie, letting out a labored breath afterwards. "Al's not dead," she tried to explain to the other demon, ears flattened. "But he's hurt real bad... I don't know where he went, either."
Vaggie scoffed, spear driving into the chest of an angel who had been charging at her. "He's probably dead, Tals."
Talia gaped at the other woman, slightly aghast by her bluntness. "No — no, he's not! Must you always be such a pessimist?"
"I'm not a pessimist, I'm just realistic," Vaggie admitted, almost regretfully as she flicked her hair over her shoulder. "You don't survive a blow like that with an angelic weapon. Trust me, I'd know."
Talia exhaled a shaky breath, fluffy ears twitching nervously as she readjusted her hold on her bloodstained weapon. She's wrong, the doe promised herself, For the sake of what little sanity I have left, she better be wrong.
She wasn't entirely sure how long she held her own, fighting and putting up a valiant effort in making sure she, well, didn't die. It hurt, and the doe nearly felt tears spring into her eyes at just how much every nerve in her body felt alight with the stinging sensation of perspiration.
Talia nearly felt her heart leap into her chest at the feeling of motion zooming around her legs; a quick downward glance proved that it was only Niffty, who seemed almost frenzied in her overwhelmed excitement.
"Hiya, Niff," she muttered through panted breaths, "Do me a favor." Anxiously glancing up at what appeared to be an innumerable amount if angels accumulating in the sky, she murmured, "Go stab some angels for me, 'kay?"
Niffty giggled, hands nearly shaking as she clutched her needle-like knife. "Oh, yeah! I can stab them for you! Only if you want, of course!"
Talia felt the softest of smiles grace her features, the first which she experienced the entire day. "Go ahead, hun." She felt her gaze drift upward, at the roof of the hotel, where most of the commotion was occurring. "I'll... I'll be back."
I gotta climb up all those stairs again!?
Fuck my afterlife.
Talia promised herself that Niffty would be fine by herself; the little cyclops was spry, agile and within herself possessing a sense of bloodlust like no other. She trusted the little demon to hold her own. Frowning to herself as she began the journey, she found only her thoughts remained to occupy her.
