After watching half of the city collapse on itself, the sky flood with dark clouds and the distant screams of the demon king still echoing through the streets, the nephilim had returned with the young medium. She was injured and weak, and Assiel had done all she could. In her weakened state, Kat was bed bound and in no fit condition to participate in any form of meeting. The poor girl. If only the female nephilim could transfer some of her healing factor to her.
Dante had demanded to stay guard of her that night, too paranoid to leave even the room in case they returned for her or worse. Understandable, she thought, leaving the darker twin alone with the sleeping witch. A defeated sigh left her lips, it had been a long 48 hours, with the initial plans of the trade, defeating Lilith and her spawn and the trade; what felt like the longest stand-off in her life.
So much had happened, so fast, Assiel barely had time to think about anything. Running her bandaged fingers through her long golden hair, she wandered slowly through the hallway of the abandoned apart where they had chosen to hide while Kat recovered and they planned. Vergil had taken to a small study at the end of the hall, using his down time to continue his research. With nothing else to do, she quietly approached.
"Vergil?" Her knuckles lightly tapped against the open wooden door. "Is now a good time to talk?"
