Loki had been busy.
In truth, he was always busy and sometimes, every now and then, he took a moment to feel sadness for that. For as long as humans sinned, he would be around to bring about Judgement.
He didn't question his Father's Orders, nor did he shy away from a job. But lately? Lately he was busier than usual. Not because people were sinning
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Demolishing a manhole cover and descending down into the darkness, he managed to end two guards he found before finding himself careening out into a single room, the energy of the Horseman he was here for so strong he almost overdosed on it.
"Pes?"
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She felt his Grace from across the room, reaching out to her with frantic fingers. But she was out of sight of the door.
If she could just keep him from seeing her, there was a chance he would leave. That he would save himself.
"Loki!" she yelled, voice cracking. "Get out!"
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She struggled against her bonds, but they did not shift an inch. The metal scraped against her skin, but she refused to stop fighting. He had come because of her and she could not let him die alone.
"LOKI!"
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The bonds could not hold her. She would not let them.
Releasing every poison her body could hold, she sent infection and despair and attack in every direction. The iron warped beneath the force of evil and she pulled against the metal.
One arm came free, then the other, the skin flayed around her wrists.
She ran.
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She grabbed one wretch and threw him, wrists screaming with the agony, as she sent him careering into the fire.
Breaking the circle.
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Her bloody twisted around her arms like ruby vines, but she would not let go of their only defence.
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There were six remaining. And she could sense reinforcements on the way.
If she could take out another three, maybe he would survive.
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Falling through the roof of a barn in the English countryside.
She took a breath. Then another.
Forcing herself to stand, she would not look at Loki until she had splattered her blood around the barn, drawing every sigil she could remember that wouldn't instantly launch her angel out of sight.
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