Heaven hath no fury like an archangel pissed the fuck off.
she does surprisingly well at keeping her mouth shut
even the torture chambers werent enough
she stopped by for lunch
i think the demons ate more than she did
You can’t even bring yourself to respond. Even if you did, you think the amount of typos would make it basically incomprehensible. The more you look at your messages, even the ones not from him, the more your hands start to shake.
Even as you set your phone down and place your hands on the table to steady yourself, you still feel the tremors. You think your vision is starting to blur.
Next you start to feel... A little weird? Its not unfamiliar, you’re sure you’ve felt like this before. But how long ago? Must’ve been awhile since you really can’t say what the fuck is going on.
There’s a burning in your chest and for a second you nearly think you’re going to retch fire.Â
Your phone buzzes and you glance at the latest message. From Uriel. A list of her injuries.Â
All six wings flaring, you open your mouth to let out a frustrated yell. That isn’t your normal voice. Rather, it isn’t the one you’ve gotten used to.
How did everything fall to shit so quickly these past few months? Why was everyone so.
You can’t even finish that thought.
Barbie’s dead. Denis isn’t okay. Uriel’s injured.  Â
It’s when you’re looking down at your desk, that looks like something out of a doll house from your new perspective, that you recall what the feeling was.
You lost your grip on your human form. And from the buzzing you feel going through your (now multiplied) limbs, you don’t think you’ll be able to change back anytime soon.
Boy are you looking forward to retirement.Â
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