Well that was a strange experience. One moment she was sitting next to him then BAM. With a rush of light and sound and way too many other senses, she was suddenly teleported into darkness where light all but left them.
“Wh-…What the hell?” She squeaked out, but very much did as told, gripping his hand for dear life. What was going on? Where were-….wait.
The two of them were in a shack in the jungle, and there, standing over a little girl and her mother was a brunette with a spear in hand, dark chestnut skin hiding two pair of glaring dark brown eyes as a figured loomed closer.
‘Vags. Move.’ The shaded figure said as he came through the door. ‘Don’t make me kill you.’
‘No.’ The human Vaggie hissed.
‘“This is the day I died.” Vaggie whispered in shock. Why? Why are we here….? What does-”
But before she could finish her human self was yelling at the pair she was protecting, telling them to run just as the man before her suddenly attacked with his dagger. The mother daughter pair bolted for the back door just as the skirmish began, but as she knew all too well, the man had been too quick, too strong and with one hard suplex into the desk behind her, Vaggie went slamming into it. Unable to shake the daze in time the man slammed his dagger right through her eye and into the back of her cranium, instantly nailing her to the broken desk and killing her. Vaggie, the dead one looked away, having to hear her own last choked gurgling noises as she died. Why….Why were they here? This she knew well…
But not what happened next.
Instead of her soul shooting to Hell, it could be seen rising instead, a glowing orb unnoticed by her murderer who stalked away, cursing in spanish. It looked like their fight bought the family time to escape. She had sacrificed herself for them…
“What….? What is that?” Vaggie whispered at Lucifer’s side, pointing to the glowing orb going up to the ceiling into a glowing warm light that hadn’t been there before.
‘ your soul, the very culmination of your being. ’
he responds before sighing and gently took her hand beginning to follow the light as the memory lurched forward, the killing of innocents even those that had killed were always sort of ambiguous with heaven, seems that they had deemed her a good soul.
as they headed Lucifer seemed to grow more tense, he hated visiting heaven, he hated even doing it in memories, but he’d be quiet, and allow the girl to recover all of hers.
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