Let's Make a Deal

The Radio Demon Thing

   The scene they walked in on in the Hotel Lobby was quite a mess. The amount of repairs that Lucifer was going to do on the Hotel was growing with each passing second, though they were going to need to start with picking the Hotel Residents up first. A quick survey of the room tells him the state that each of them were in, and it wasn't great. Angel and Husk were completely unconscious, laying in some rubble. Charlie and Vaggie were hanging onto each other, clearly injured but at least awake. Niffty was hanging from the remains of the stairs tangled in some wire, laughing wildly like she was enjoying the electric shocks it sent through her. The real draw of the room though was Leviathan.

   The Sin of Envy looked almost like he was dancing with Lute, his hands tucked behind his back as he ducked and twisted to avoid the sword swiping at him. Lute, despite clearly taking on nearly the entire Hotel, looked relatively unharmed. Though Leviathan was wearing her down, he could see the beads of sweat gathering on her face that dripped down into her clothes. The wounds on her body were sluggishly bleeding yet she moved like she didn't feel a single one of them. Swinging her sword with that same reckless movements that an exterminator had.

   He was questioning why Leviathan didn't simply pin her down with his shadows, but the moment that thought bloomed in his head... he learned why. One of her strikes came too close to him, Leviathan blocked the hit with the shadow. Though it gave him a moment to lean away, the sword cut clear through his magic like it was simply paper.

   Lucifer narrowed his gaze. "How did she get her holy sword?"

   "You didn't turn a human into a sinner, Lucifer. You turned an angel into a sinner." Michael stated, folding his arms across his chest as he watched the fight. "Humans gain their magic down here based on their crimes in the mortal realm. Her own now comes from her life as an angel. Her sword must be that physical manifestation." Great, a sinner who can summon an angelic weapon on demand, that was what Hell needed.

   Sighing he turned his head toward Alastor. "We need to help Leviathan pin her down and then I need you to do the Radio Demon thing."

    "The Radio Demon thing." Alastor parroted, an amused smile dragging onto his lips. "Of course, Sire."

   Turning his head back to his brother he nodded his head in Leviathan's direction. "Go help slow her down. Once I can get a grip on her I can chain her down."

   "Hm... very well. Though you might want to be quick." His gaze darts over toward Angel and Husk. "Holy wounds are quite deadly for sinners. You might want me to heal them sooner rather than later." Lucifer knows that, and he is unfathomably grateful that his brother intends on healing them at all. But stopping Lute does come first. If they can get her calmed down, bound to Alastor, then they'll actually stand a chance here.

   They split up with a nod from the King of Hell. Lucifer took a position behind Lute, his cane held tightly in his grip as he started pushing his magic into it. Michael stepped up beside Leviathan and grabbed his arm, yanking him out of the way of another attack that might have landed a little bit too close for comfort. The Sin snapped his head up to the side, surprise filling his gaze as he took in Michael's face.

   "Well, aren't you a sight for sore eyes."

   "Still only know how to dodge, Leviathan?" Michael yanked the other behind him as he caught Lute's wrist, stopping her from cutting the both of them.

   "Ah, you know, thought I would wear her down for you all."

   "Right. It's not at all because your shadows are pathetic against holy magic."

   Leviathan hummed at that and straightened up, tugging his arm from Michael's grip. Lute was struggling quite hard against the Archangel's hold, which she actually managed to free herself from when she swung her sword down. The tip of it dug right into Michael's hip and he dropped his hold on her, taking a few steps back. While she got the upper hand again, swinging her sword down at them, the two men leaned back to the side to avoid being slashed.