You Absolutely Cannot Convince Me The Otherwise That THIS Isn't How Heaven's Discos Are Like.

You absolutely cannot convince me the otherwise that THIS isn't how Heaven's discos are like.

“I don't give a fuck about Hell's outdated feudal system nor Heaven's fucking cult. I'm not like that.” the entity announced, allowing crimson hair to pool on the pillow

“In the era I'm from they said everyone is equal yet they preached water while drinking wine.” probably not much of her words made any sense, fragments of different lives thrown around as replies. In her haze she hasn't even felt the necessary pain of his work. When was the last time she had proper sleep again?

Jade eyes stared carefully, but made no inquire; she wouldn't enjoy to recount the story behind the tattoo covered scarred skin of her right side either. His question forced her tired brain to begin a throughout thought process, after all he still did a great work despite the quite alarming information.

“I think-” too raspy, lets try that again “I think it depends on a number of factors and fluctuates instead staying on one consistent level.”

“I'm in a pocket dimension, away from my main sources of power. I'm unable to morph and to summon enough energy to get myself out of Hell. My wound despite the result of a simple knife didn't heal on its own. I'm actually dizzy from blood loss too, meaning my healing factor currently is under a frog's ass.” where she was going with this? Ah yes.

“You will be fine. Maybe minor nausea, dizziness and possible fever. No lost body parts. Or anything permanent. Otherwise I wouldn't have let you do this” Cindy concluded, feeling her body getting heavier with each second passing.

Well he was done... That meant being alone in an unfamiliar environment, in an establishment full of...drunk demons. Fire sparked in her eyes at the realization, she could get up to bolt, barricade the door with the risk of opening the stitches. Would that faux protection be even useful to worth the effort?

“Can you...” why was everything so difficult “Would you...”

“stay?”

phoenixborn​:

“Your species have nothing to do with the natural distrust life taught me, what the fuck do you perceive me as?” it was a miracle that her tone was still as sharp as she wanted to be, despite Morpheus’ threads’ restless pull

“Might have the power of one but I don’t exactly have a God complex. Turn towards Heaven for better examples.” she was prideful, yes. Arrogant to a degree. But she had her reasons and power to back it up. And after a life cut short of suffering, kindly allow her to announce she can and will remove any obstacles in her path how she sees fit.

The low rumble of ice cold panic at the words alternative payment was impossible to ignore. Nor she planned to.

The situp was color blurring quick, her weight supported by her right arm despite the silent protests of chiseled yet quivering muscle. The exhaustion wasn’t mirrored in cutting jade eyes fixed on him with a piercing stare of judgment itself. Something else lurking beneath her orbs, not quite infernal nor celestial; it shifted with unnerving fluidity like magma rolling from volcanic mountains.

Only after the silent conclusion did she allowed herself to fall back, finally listening to her physical aches as well.

“I will think about it. You are attractive.” blunt instead of playful, she was tired to play the games she usually entertained herself with

“I perceive you as someone who needs help, that you’re what Hell would consider above me, and that most people who are above imps look down upon us and whatever we do.” He spoke in a casual tone as he continued to patch her up, being careful as possible as he worked while speaking about how most of Hell would care little about him and his kind.

He jostled back at the sudden motion of her sitting up, quick enough to avoid any further damage, but he looked confused at her as she seemed to assess him.

“A pleasure to know I’m not a total eye-sore, though take note I might have to take off my shirt next, if your blood is indeed radioactive, I’d rather limit my exposure and keep the blood on my hands and clothing…”

It wasn’t long until this prediction came true, it had already blood on it from earlier, and as he continued to work the sleeves would soak up more and more blood. When he came to a point where most of the bleeding had stopped, he’d take a few seconds break to take it off, and by doing so revealing the roadmap of his adventures and fights, as well as his achievements as a self-taught doctor. He’d clean most of himself with the shirt and use it as a rag near his hands to avoid too much blood on himself while he worked. Soon enough he had fixed the injury, and without rest had stitched it back together after making sure no internal injuries had occurred. He did take a quick step to the sink to clean his hands and apply ointment to them, feeling he might be getting some radiation burn from the exposure, but he was at least happy that she was not bleeding like mad any more.

“How radioactive you think ya blood is by the way? Just want to figure out if I should be lookin’ for cybernetic hands, would want to call some folk with my own two hands before they fall off.” He sounded jovial and silly, but there was some concern in his voice.

And the lore thickens

“........”

“Care someone to explain why was that the most picked result?”

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