Naomi fell to the floor, trying to push herself back up, her vessel had a broken arm and she had realized quite quickly that she couldn't fix the damage, not with her attacker in the room, something was supressing her angelic powers, something strong, something that hadn't been in heaven for a long time.
She was smart and had quickly realized that the Angel blade that had been in her hand was no longer there, she raised her head a little and caught a glimpse of it, gleaming, taunting her from the other side of the room, where a pair of black boots stood, she watched as a leather gloved hand reached down and picked it up, how had she got into this mess, how could this happen to her, the ruler of heaven, the one Angel who had been loyal and turned her brothers and sisters into what they were programed to be, trained obedient killers. Her own personal lap dogs, well if it was good enough for Crowley she thought to herself, wishing she had listened when he had offered her that deal, instead of leaving, that's right Naomi your stupid pride got in the way again.
Naomi got to her feet straightening up ready to take what was about to be thrown at her, but she wasn't about to go down without a fight, and that's when she felt it, the sharp pain of a blade piercing her skin, her vessels skin, she felt the blade slice through her and slide out, as she looked down she saw her crisp pristine grey suite begin to turn a nasty shade of red, that wasn't right, Angel blade's don't do that, they can't achieve this kind of damage, and that's when she saw it an old knife with ancient writing and a handle carved from a combination of elm tree and bone, the blade was dripping from its tip on to the floor soaking it in crimson blood before the leather gloved hand whipped it clean and pocketed it.
Naomi began to look up as the voice said "don't look at me you vile son of a bitch, I want you to cower as I kill you".
She looked back down focusing on the black boots that were stained and splattered in blood, her blood, how did humans cope with this kind of pain she asked herself and that's when it happened, she felt a white hot blade pierce her in the chest, right where her heart should be.
And that's when Naomi died, alone surrounded by the bodies of her brothers and sisters, the ones she had tried to control the ones her killer would never have allowed to live. Because in this unknown assassins mind Naomi was worse than Lucifer, worse than even Michel and now finally they had put an end to her madness.