ᴄᴀʟʟꜱ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ʜᴇᴀᴠᴇɴ - ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ 7

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【ᴛᴡ! ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ & ᴋɪʟʟɪɴɢ】 + “So, how did you say we could make wings?” I question Vivian. “With metal, duh!” She responds. “And where do we get that?” “There’s a guy who I get most of my scraps from,” “You make them from scraps?” “Well I ain’t that fancy! Anything would do, honestly.” I pause. “Alright…go on..?” “Even though their just scraps, he sells em at some crazy prices. But now that we got Mr. Lucifer on our side…” Lucifer, still in cat form, stands up. “So you all are gonna use me as some sort of key to get everything?” He complains. “I mean, aren’t you like…the king of hell?” “Well, technically no, but most of the demons here treat me like one…” “See! Thats still a good thing.” “Well, what kind of…’scraps’ do we need?” I question more. Vivian whips out a stained paper with sketches of wings scribbled all over and starts to detail what we would require. She goes on for a few minutes. “And we’ll need like…a lot of em.” She finally finishes. Valyn looks closer at the sketches. “Uhm, sorry to point out, but if we replace the feathers for metal, it won’t fly. Plus, the scraps will need to be light to work.” “And how do ya know that?” Vivian asks, turning to Valyn and raising an eyebrow. “I used to study birds.” Oh, interesting. “Huh…” “You don’t look like someone who’d study animals.” River points out. “Oh I’m sorry, how would I dress? Have wings for arms??” Valyn snaps. “Ok ok calm down.” I step in. “Lets just go with the plan, ok?” [some time later] “No.” “Why the heck not?!” Vivian complains. “I’m yer best costumer!” “I know who ya are now, Viv. No.” “What the hell ya mean?!” “Still actin innocent?” What is going on…what is this man talking about? “Yer the spider lily leader’s kid!” He claims. What is ‘the spider lily’? What is going on?? “WHAT?! My mamas don’t got a single hair in their business!!” “Oh really?! Ya look just like her! One of yer mothers gotta be her!” Wait wh- “I CAN CALL EM RIGHT NOW! BOTH OF EM ARE NOT THE SPIDER LILY LEADER!” “Stop lyin and get outta here!” “I AM NOT!” “Get out. Yer banned from here.” “OH PLEASE!” “Don’t make me fight ya!” I step between the two of them. “Alright, alright, lets just get out, Vivian…” I grab Vivians hand and start walking out the shop. What the [**] was going on? Who the [**] is the ‘spider lily’ group?? What?? Maybe I’ll ask her later. “Lets get back…” I mutter. … As we walk back, I can’t help but feel like someone’s watching us… Oh gosh, what is following us? Hello? [back at ‘home’- aka the alleyway.] I pace around. Who are the spider lilies? Why do I feel like I’m being watched? What is going on?? Am I going crazy??? “Are you ok? Its like your looking for something.” Valyn points out. She’s laying on the ground. “Huh? Yeah I’m fine.” I quickly respond. “Didn’t you want to sleep?” “Mhm..” she closes her eyes. Oh well. More pacing. … “Hey. Your Laila, right? Here!” A deep voice, a woman's voice, calls for me. I turn around. “That ladder. Climb it.” My head turns to the ladder on the building to my right. The voice sounds like its above me, so I guess she’s trying to call me up there. “Why should I?” I ask. “I can help you with your rebellion.” “Why don’t you come down here instead?” “Do you want help or not?” I sigh. I start to climb the ladder. Wait. Is this…a good idea? “How do I know I should trust you?” I ask again. “I am a demon, like Vivian. I know more than what sinners do. Plus, I’ve got a better plan that you can use and more people you can add to your little team.” “What is the plan?” “Why don’t you come up and see?” Hah. She beat me there. I guess I have to go up there now. I get to the top and see a woman with huge horns, curling to her face. There are beads dangling on her horns, and they look like flowers? I can’t tell what type. She also has lots of scars on her face, and one of her arms is made out of metal. Her eyes…her hair…it looks like Vivian’s. “What happened?” I curiously ask. “Most people ask that. I was attacked by angels a few months ago, but I got back at em. I even killed one.” “Oh! Damn…” I pause. “So what is your…plan thing?” “You see, I am a quite powerful person. I have an army of others ready to help you. All you need to do is sign using this, and make me leader.” She makes a paper, with an ink bottle full of the water from hell. The fiery water. “Why would I make you the leader?” I press. “I barely know you.” She smiles. The woman somehow makes the water flow out of the bottle and starts making an image. A moving image. “Have you heard the attack of the angels? The ‘guardians ambush’ I should say. A group of guardian angels started attacking my poor group of demons, so we fought back.” She shows many angels flying down and attacking others. My eyes widen. I never knew this…are angels that cruel? “I killed their leader, but the damage is still real. Even though my group was a strong crew, the scars of the battle still remains.” [cont.]