"It is done.", Angela declared.

The aethereal construct of Ron knelt, crying. Two pristine corpses laid before him. Pristine, until their wrenched necks were reached. Both of the cheer leaders' heads were posed at odd angles. The separated vertebrae would not allow them to rest evenly on the floor, disconnected bone holding each aloft. Their faces held the surprise of not being able to feel their bodies more than the pain of no longer flowing blood suffocating their brains to death. After all, without the mind there are no instructions to tell the face otherwise.

The hellspawn's emerald, steaming, acidic tears crackled like fire works as his eyes tried to burn through the darkness of the room. "Angela. You had better/"

"Do not ever dare to order me, sapphire shroud or no.", Angela cut off. "But rest assured, we do not bear false witness. Tara will be happy for as long as her soul survives. And we are attending to Kimberly."

"What do you mean as long as her soul survives?", the recreation of Ron asked. "Aren't souls supposed to be immortal?"

"And now you see the reason that we have never forged a Heavenspawn before. And if you two were not such a risk to fulfilling the prophecy, we would not have offered even the immensely qualified Kimberly the role."

Elsewhere

Kim Possible was a more than merely accomplished cheer leader, sky diver and even jet pack pilot. She had never felt like she was flying more than she was now. Clouds surrounded her, nearly as much as the light. Oh, the light. It was wakefulness without startling, bright but not blinding, comforting without heating.

And then they came to her. Kim tried to communicate. "You're angels. I mean, you're really angels. The real thing, not like what Angela covers herself up as back on Earth."

And they sung back, in a truer language than the ones mankind had left or had managed to develop after it was shattered to confuse cooperation between nations. The explained that Angela existing on the mortal realm had to cloak her true beauty simply to lessen the collateral damage. Much like the hellspawn's leash, the demon Violator, had to envelop his own hideousness to not burn a hole in the prized realm he sought to help conquer.

They held out a silver quill and golden ink for the prettiest parchment Kim had ever witnessed. On it were already written all her desired terms if in the same first tongue that she had never learned but instantly understood the music of. The hellspawn derived from her beloved Ron would not be considered a target in the war against hell unless he drew blood of one of Heaven's active participants and even then could return to the terms of this contract through atonement. Should Heaven ever gain custody of Ron's actual soul it would be instantly returned to Ron's custody and Heaven would aid in the determination of its final fate. All of the above contingent on that it never jeapordized the war effort and Kim's eternal, binding consent to be transmuted into the weapon hereafter denoted as a heavenspawn.

Kim felt honored to sign.

And then the angels took everything from her.

The clouds she had floated above misted into the space she had been and solidified into a form that was just as reminiscent of Kim Possible as the hellspawn was of Ron Stoppable. This form would always be of heaven: strong as the pillars that supported the sky, as fast as the prayer of child from lips to ear, forever blessed in untold ways. It asked, "But where's my wings and halo?"

The same eternal, timeless song of the first tongue chorused that she was not becoming an angel. One of the reasons Kim would make a great weapon was her true free will. Angels are not endowed by their creator with this gift.

Instead a chastity belt was melted upon her. As soon as Kim's apparition realized that this was her only clothing it jumped to match her panic and plates slid out from inside themselves to race up her body and swallow her whole. And when she reacted against that, it receded to a barely connected bikini with metal scales squeezing between her abs over her belly button. She was informed that the armor would react to her wishes when she directed it to, producing more of itself at her whim. It would also react to anything it perceived as a threat if she did not and attempt to piece her form back together when she failed.

Then she was lifted aloft by the ribbons of heaven, the antithesis of the chains of hell that bound sinners down. They were spun of the same silk that the spider spun that the Buhhda had offered to a demon to climb out of hell on a single strand. These too would act righteously when not directed by her, but would follow her directions without regard to length or strength or locomotion limitations. Even wrapping her in any present she desired was not beyond their ability.

While the angels surrounding her couldn't present her with a halo or wings, they did arm and armor her. They slipped a ring around her finger and when she wondered at it, the ring burst into a mirror polished shield and then another and then another until she realized this shield would conform to her commands as well. It then returned to a ring. They offered her a hilt, and when she accepted it the blade burst into its flaming existence - the most common of angelic weaponry, a flaming sword.

And then the angels warned of her most dire power. Just like the hellspawn, should her now immense ability not be enough for a task she could call upon actual omnipotence. It came at a single, horrific cost: the souls that heaven had recruited by living moral lives. When asked upon, a soul in heaven would charitably give up its existence and become fuel for Kim's contribution to the war effort. Should heaven ever be depleted of souls, her heavenspawn state would be equally depleted from duty.

Kim's house-

And that is the entity that walked into what had been the home of a basic, average girl for whom nothing was impossible. Only to find the hellspawn of the love of her life crying over her corpse.