Joder mi vida ran through Vagatha's mind, as her service at the Puta Dorada began. And it stayed with her until the worst night of her life came about. To think, she could have had a successful career, with an education and a house, with a family to take care of. Now, she was dancing on a poll, exposing herself to mafia monsters with cash to spare. This was the world; the weak and poor submitting to selfish men with higher powers to satiate their hunger just for a little while, all for the privilege to live. Every day, Vagatha got a sick feeling in her stomach, half of which was probably Hepatitis B in her body. No, it was also the idea that even with the "special service orders" after hours, she will still not make enough to get out of this hell hole. Long term transportation is expensive, and she doesn't have enough skills to do another job besides pole dancing.
In every conceivable way, she was trapped…but she wasn't alone. There were other girls, but they were either genuinely pleased with their rules in life, or they were just trying to go about it without as few complications as possible. Yet there was one woman in particular that was willing to stick with her; Serenity. Like her, she was a soul that was not comfortable with this way of life. Seemingly, she was the only other woman who was tired with this shit.
Then, that one asshole client. One that paid enough for the "special service." And one that wanted to do a….Ugh! A nipple piercing to leave his mark on them. She denied the order, but a combination of privileged confusion and a few bottles of wine too many, and it resulted in a…very bloody end. After hearing her best friend being killed for defending herself, the last thing Vagatha needed to see was a man with a mask trying to destroy the recordings. She barged into Mr Middleton's room and shoved a metal pole through the chest, just before his emergency gun fired a bullet into her head. Good thing was, she ended up in heaven. Another good thing was, she didn't see that bastard there with her.
It was difficult, accepting this divine gift as her new life. She could never have expected her struggle and time on Earth could have been all for this. Somehow, she knew she was going to escape that infernal prison, yet not like this. However, there was much debate over whether or not she belonged in heaven. After all, she did kill the pimp, a great sinful act. Yet, a certain person spoke in her defense. Serenity made it to the good place too! She couldn't imagine the amount of fun they could have together with all their needs met. When the last thing on your mind is what your next meal is, there is eternal room for peace.
Then…they joined the exorcists. After hearing of how the system of hell requires massive cleansing in order to keep the order of the universe. Vagatha considered the implications very little. All she knew outside her family and her best friend, everyone was in one way or another, an animal. The pole dancers do what the suits tell them to move, just to get their food for another week. And Middleton and his gang had hungers beyond what was reasonable. Instinctively, she thought the exorcists to be her calling. Anyone that ended up in hell deserved it. And it took little to have Serenity thinking the same. This was their way now, to ensure the assholes that built the world they had to live in fear, lest the heaven's wrath consume them. A beautiful way of reprisal.
It could not have been more complicated than that. You are either with God or against him…at least, at first. Then the actual trip to hell began. Vagatha was expecting the oppressive heat and red with black aesthetic. What she was not expecting was the sheer variety of shapes and forms these sinners could take. But that was ultimately meaningless. Swooping down with her spear and rage, she and her allies turned the streets of Pride city into a river. Another surprise to her was how flexible the term sinner was, when she came across…someone small. No, not just someone…a child. Unlike the other demons, he didn't run. He didn't see the exorcists as something to fear, but rather a sign of hope. He ran towards Vagatha and…gave her a hug? Such joy was in his face, as he saw an escape away from the carnage, the slaughtering of everyone the others could find. Her heart couldn't help but melt away as he asked her an earnest question: "Are you my angel?"
Seeing no way to justify killing a child here, Vagatha began frantically searching, hoping any cover was available. Within the swirling of chaos and death, she saw a safehouse. One marked with the symbol of an overlord. As long as the angels could see it, they would not dare to set food in it. Though that raised a question: how could she get the kid in there? Looking around, she sees a window with no reinforcement inside. As she picked up this child, he continued to act as his innocent self. "I'm Warren. What's your name." Seeing as this was his only chance to speak to an angel, Vagatha decided to risk her chances to give him a sense of motivation in hell. "I'm Vag-." The explosion of car, followed by an exorcist flying out of the wreckage, any injuries healed in record speeds, told her to move faster. "Can you do something for me, Warren?" His face beamed with excitement, how adorable that innocent smile was. "YEAH!" "Can you live for me?" "Sure thing, Fag." How a single moment can leave a lasting moment in a child's mind. It was her honor to make this mark on him. But a problem came up: do demons heal? She couldn't risk the answer being no. So, she appealed to a kid's nature of play. "Can you be a ball, please?" "Like this?" It was as if his life was ready to play like this from the beginning. "Perfect." With these developments, she threw this Warren through the glass window, inside the walls of safety.
And for the crime of showing mercy, Adam and Lute stabbed Vagatha's eye out with a spear and left her in hell to wither and rot. How pathetic, this exorcist was, to not properly execute a culling as heaven demanded. Vagatha rolled up into a ball, not as a game as Warren did, but in response to the pain surging through her body. Her eyes darted up into the sky, a twisted version compared to heavens. Not even a proper sun to beam its light upon its people. Merely the opening to heaven, which was closed as the extermination this year was complete. She was cast out from home…cast out from Serenity. She suffered this as a cost of saving someone she never knew. Silently, she begged in the alleys of Pride city: Someone…please…save me.
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Pain. Unyielding pain. Back breaking, soul crushing pain. That is how Serenity knew these monsters. She was lucky to escape the stomach of this beast in the first place. Running wasn't an option, the walls were too strong. The only real option was to fight, and it didn't go so well the first time. With only bone and rage to combat this enemy, Serenity fell a second time. Not yet dead, just consciousness enough to experience every tooth tearing into her flesh, every second that it took to devour her again. As the acids corroded her remains only for her abilities to kick in again, she felt something claw into her mind. NO! She will not be the meal of a monster! Its stomach was a prison, one she had to escape from again. Only to…get into the white cell again. Where the beast will consume her…again. What was this cycle? She tried to fight, she tried to run, and she knew the dinosaurs did not respond to begging with mercy. Now, she did not know what to do.
But as her flesh fought off dissolving, she could feel…an aura inside the beast. It was…divine. The belly of the beast began to light up, as a calming presence filled her soul. It was…impossible. And yet…it was her aura. She knew not how, yet it was assimilating her body into its own. Such rates of mutation, she had never seen before. Then again, it was not as if she was ever devoured in her life ever. Even in Puta Dorada, many things were placed into her. Certainly not the other way around. But that's what her life was, this is her life now. And here, she was given not much of a choice. Fight, and try to escape. The struggle will be filled with torment and anguish, as the beast will not relent its feast so readily. Or give in, accept the beast's hunger and become free of life. Free of suffering. As the light became blinding, Serenity closed her eyes, awaiting oblivion to release her.
The deafening silence cracks as rumbling can be heard in the heart, before the pounding halts. Serenity opens her eyes again, wondering what was going on. She then feels the mass shifting her toward the left. Just what was going on?! Then, a soft noise is heard into the distance. As if a shovel digging into the earth. As it got louder, the angel knew the suffering was nearing its end. Then, the liquids spill as a hole is carved into the beast. She can feel a hand gripping onto her, as the heart beats again. "The anesthetic is waning! Pull her now!" She could barely hear the warning, but knew its implications. Clinging onto the unknown force guiding her into the light, she didn't care why there was a hole for her to be saved. All that mattered to her was the moment, one which she would make the most of.
Summoning every ounce of strength left in her healing flesh, she grapples onto the emerging arm, awaiting her freedom. "Please please please, keep fighting! I got you, girl" Closing her eyes, she could feel every fluid washing past her, as she was freed from the twisted prison.
Coughing for air after being digested again. The angel is quite surprised it escaped the creature's stomach for a second time. It was a shock to see the beast still breathing, even as its insides were exposed to the world. What was this…monstrosity? She turned to observe her champion, only to see…no. VAGATHA?! A malformed version of her, but her best friend nonetheless. She opened her mouth to speak, only to find her throat still repairing itself from the sheer body horror she had to endure. As she waited, Vagatha rushed to hug her, unflinching from the corrosive acid still on her body. Tears fell down her face, filled swiftly by Serenity's. Hell has been broken, and its death led to the reunification of two long lost. "It's been so long, Vaggie.." "Far too long, Serie." "AHEM!"
The other person in the room, his head looked like a bird and his voice sounded like a little child. How was Serenity to take him seriously? But as the monster got up, Phenax was able to pull a leg of meat and toss it into its mouth. Its ravenous maw consumed it in one bite, reminding her of how dreadful it was to be trapped inside. "Can't you see we are having a moment?" Vagatha speaking in her defense as always, Serenity never knew an argument where the hotshot was ever the one on the defensive. "Your friends got short time, better make it count." "Well, you only brought enough anesthetic for one dinosaur! How am I going to free the others?!" "Hey, these angels are your problem! If you think I'm going to give 30 pounds of expensive drugs to these monsters, you're delusional. They're free to stay as long as they need, but my coffers have limits." "No need, Phenax. Your services have been wonderful already." A well dressed demon walks up toward Serenity, giving the impression she was friendly. The angel knew how demons were portrayed as scheming masterminds, seeing creation as a twisted game of 4d chess. Some of those stereotypes left a heavy mark on Serenity's mind. "And just what does a demon have in mind for a legion of angels?" The elegant demoness extended her hand, with a smile on her face. "Only their safety. Charlie Morningstar, princess of Hell."
Serenity was shocked to hear this answer. And yet, she saw no flaw in this proposal. She was hesitant to welcome the pleasantries, but embraced the handshake with confidence. She never knew the demons would be so…welcoming if they were given the chance. 'Serenity, exor…former exorcist." Charlie smiled as this soul was willing to change with these chaotic times. "She seems friendly. What do you think, Vaggie?" "You have no idea, Charlie." Serenity is staggered to hear someone else say Vagatha's nickname, even more shocked to see them kissing right in front of her. "Vag…I…you did…with her? HOW LONG?!" Vagatha chuckled, as there was much to discuss. "Quite some time. Now-"
As they were having their friendly discussion, the dinosaur in front of them moved onto their legs and altered their form in front of them. The purple moved into a secondary color as white overtook it. The spikes on the back of the carapace move to make room for wings to sprout. This is a terrifying image to the group, now understanding the threat they pose to the angels. They move at enhanced speeds to make up for lost time, hoping they can make it in time to save as many lives as possible. "We're short on time! Come on!"