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Revenge is a dish best served stone cold.

Nov 23, 2011 20:14

WHO: Archangel [Death flava], Mortis, and Dazzler later.
WHAT: Retaliation
WHERE: The streets of Manhattan
WHEN: Moments following Lois' post.
WARNINGS: Character death & gore
SUMMARY: Lois murdered Alison, so Archangel pays Mortis a visit.

( You can't see the demons till the demons come calling for you. )

warren worthington iii | ou, alison blaire | ou, lois london | ou

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ikillforsupper November 24 2011, 01:20:36 UTC

Lois had been stumbling down the street when Warren located her. Her hands and clothes were covered in Ali's blood. She kept trying to wipe it off, but there was too much and it stained her hands. She was speaking gibberish, muttering things even she didn't understand anymore before she looked up at him.

"Good."

That was all she said and she didn't look scared or worried. She simply stood in front of him and waited. It almost seemed fitting that she would be killed the Angel of Death. Maybe afterward, she'd finally find some peace. Killing Alison hadn't given her any.

ascending_angel November 24 2011, 05:05:46 UTC

The street wasn't particularly busy and there weren't many people around at all at this time in the evening, but that didn't stop Archangel from grabbing Lois by the hair and shoving her backwards into an alley and onto a pile of old garbage bags. The strength that he used then was beyond superhuman and not at all something that she would be able to combat even on a good day.

Then he leaned down and dug his claws into Lois' throat, wings extending out and erect around them. Those sharpened blades pointed toward her and ready to be used.

"You are not worthy of life."

ikillforsupper November 24 2011, 05:11:23 UTC

Lois welcomed the pain almost as much as she welcomed the death she knew he'd be thrusting upon her soon enough. The time for words was over, mostly because she couldn't articulate anything anymore. Not with his claws digging in, but also because her voice was too hoarse from crying.

Instead, she smiled at him. It wasn't her usual sardonic one, but something more akin to how she used to smile back before she'd started down the path that had led to this very confrontation.

"I know."

That was all he would get from her, though, she had a feeling that might be all he would need to hear.

ascending_angel November 24 2011, 05:21:55 UTC

It was frightening, that smile. The visual of it resonated in Warren's mind, reminding his psyche of the days when they were both much younger and more innocent. He remembered meeting her late that night in Alison's apartment; she was sweet and naive and meeting her sister for the very first time. They'd politely been introduced before Warren had excused himself to give the ladies some privacy, opting to meet up with them later.

It'd been such simpler times for everyone. Better times. Things had been looking more and more optimistic for the Blaire-London family than it ever had, and Warren couldn't have had been happier for them.

But that image was quickly cut out of his mind as Archangel replaced it with the visual of Alison's battered, bloody body. She'd been out after offering to get him and the other builders some coffee and refreshments as a kind favour. She hadn't asked to be attacked by her sister. Archangel was aware of the resurrection factor and knew that Alison would be back soon. That did not lessen the impact of this ( ... )

ikillforsupper November 24 2011, 05:33:19 UTC

Her eyes widened for a moment at the pain before she couldn't move. It was so fitting that she end her life like this, engulfed in pain and unable to do anything about it. After all the suffering she had directly caused, she was pretty sure there wasn't a more just way for her to go.

But the smile would stay on her face. Death was something she welcomed; she only hoped that it would stick.

ascending_angel November 24 2011, 05:53:34 UTC

The longer she smiled, the more he sliced and cut her open, leaving her insides exposed and eviscerated. As it so often did, though, the spilling of blood only made Archangel more vicious and nasty and as he ripped and tore at Lois' body, he eventually just got sick and disgusted of her vile face and decided to cut her in half. He finished the kill by removing her head, and dropped it down into one of the trash bags beneath her like the scum she was.

Then that was it. He spit on her body before sauntering away like a casual, elegant being, painted in her blood and metal gleaming in the street lights. His purpose had been served here, and Lois did not deserve the compassion of having her body hidden away or disposed of.

Archangel simply lifted up into the air and flew up and over the city to leave New York behind and once more return to the stomping grounds of New Mexico.

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