[For apoxuponyou] Death&Disease!Verse - Another one of those Things That Never Happened.
It wasn't like he'd even been watching, this time. He'd been too busy over in Australia having been sent down on another one of his bush fire exercises. It wasn't exactly as impressive as his raining down sulphur days, but it kept him busy and at least he didn't end up too out of practice. He couldn't exactly let his smiting skills get flabby. Especially after being jumped by demons only a few nights before. Embarrassing, was what it was.
Before he returned Upstairs, though, he thought he'd indulge himself in a late night flight across the planet.
His tracking skills had never failed him, and it wasn't long before Pestilence was back on his radar. It wasn't like he'd been thinking about her all that much. And he definitely wasn't seeking her out. Obviously. But his instincts were telling him to find her and see what trouble she'd caused or gotten herself into this time.
Unable to get her confused with anybody else on the planet, he landed with more grace than anybody ever gave him credit for, and managed all of two steps before the picture painted before him struck him as wrong. Very fucking wrong.
"Hey Pes?" He was kneeling by her side with angel speed, frowning at the damage that had been caused. Nothing he knew of could take on Disease and inflict wounds like these aside from... one of their own.
"Hey?" Memories of the other night flooded back into his head, and while the woman got under his skin in every way imaginable, and he was supposed to be kicking her ass for the stunts she pulled, he couldn't ignore this. Couldn't let her lie here the way she was.
Unable to rouse her, he reached down, lifting her into his arms and holding her close to his chest as he took to the air, wings beating hard to carry them both to some place safer. He'd probably get a spanking for this tomorrow from the big bosses upstairs, but whether he liked it or not, he owed her this much at least.
Before he returned Upstairs, though, he thought he'd indulge himself in a late night flight across the planet.
His tracking skills had never failed him, and it wasn't long before Pestilence was back on his radar. It wasn't like he'd been thinking about her all that much. And he definitely wasn't seeking her out. Obviously. But his instincts were telling him to find her and see what trouble she'd caused or gotten herself into this time.
Unable to get her confused with anybody else on the planet, he landed with more grace than anybody ever gave him credit for, and managed all of two steps before the picture painted before him struck him as wrong. Very fucking wrong.
"Hey Pes?" He was kneeling by her side with angel speed, frowning at the damage that had been caused. Nothing he knew of could take on Disease and inflict wounds like these aside from... one of their own.
"Hey?" Memories of the other night flooded back into his head, and while the woman got under his skin in every way imaginable, and he was supposed to be kicking her ass for the stunts she pulled, he couldn't ignore this. Couldn't let her lie here the way she was.
Unable to rouse her, he reached down, lifting her into his arms and holding her close to his chest as he took to the air, wings beating hard to carry them both to some place safer. He'd probably get a spanking for this tomorrow from the big bosses upstairs, but whether he liked it or not, he owed her this much at least.