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Mirabel was having a no good, shit day.
Which for those hell dwellers who knew her, was quite obvious. From her stiffer and crankier demeanor. From her colder eyes, to the way she spoke and held herself.
That should have been a clear sign for Valentino to pack up his fucked up shenanigans, and steer clear for at least a week.
But he hadn’t, which was why he was in his current situation, with a gun, loaded with angelic steel bullets pressed against his temple, held their by an angry guardian angel, who had murder in her eyes.
And it had all started in the morning.
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Mirabel had groaned when she had been awoken by the ringing of her phone, as she went to grab it something strong wrapped around her chest kept her from moving to much. A glance down revealed Emily, clinging to her like a lifeline, wing poofed up and fold loosely.
Mirabel smiled slightly, and gently maneuvered the young Seraphim enough that she could grab her Hell-phone. A glance at it revealed the caller as Violet, although when answering it she was greeted by Velvette’s voice.
“Velvette, it’s three in the fucking morning she whispered groggily. Wincing as she felt pain shoot up and down her form, both from the last of what lingered from hearing Adam and Lute’s injuries, and from her regular fallen pains.
‘Today is not going to be a good day’ she thought with a grimace.
“And Valentino has been peeping in Violet's apartment. “
She froze, before completely removing herself from Emily’s steel hold. Already trudging to her bedroom with a decent migraine taking root.
“What happened? “ she demanded as she pulled on a dark red button up shirt decorated with black rose embroidery over her black undershirt, and exchanged her slacks for a pair or black cargo pants, both gifts from her Tia Rosie.
“Violet woke up, and noted that she felt like she was being watched, and called me, imagine my surprise and fury when I see the fucking creep trying to pick the locks on her windows. Lucky he’s so fucking stupid. “
Mirabel hummed as she snapped her wings out, putting the call on her earphones.
“Is he still there?”
“No, that asshat jumped ship when I tried to throw my shears through his wings. Fucking coward. “
Mirabel hummed, already making a list of people who she could have looked out for the creepy moth. A harsh bang ran out and pain ripped through a cluster of her left wing’s primary feathers, a blood feather already dripping blood.
Mirabel swore vehemently as she was forced to fight twice as hard to stay in the air at least until she could safely land. At least that was until Valentino body slammed her out of the air.
She grunt and swore under her breath as she rolled out of the way of more bullets. Leaping to her fewer, she drew her guardian long sword and glared at the sky, effectively grounded, she growled animalistically, and groaned when she saw him circling, summoning phantom blades, she shot them after him, taking great joy in the way that he yelped and desperately began maneuvering.
“How fucking elaborate and drawn out do we have to make this fight?! GET DOWN HERE!” She barked up at him, scowling as she noticed her ichor smearing on the streets as it dripped sluggishly from the broken blood feather and smaller cuts that now littered her body.
Valentino kept circling, and by this point, Mirabel was genuinely considering the possibility that the entire situation had been a set up, from the call, to the way that he seemed to have been waiting for her. Groaning angrily and swearing the moth out in English, Spanish and demonic dialect, she shot off another round of her phantom blades. This round actually tore a hole through one of his wings.
Mirabel felt a slight thrill of victory as the moth snarled after his crash. He still stood taller than her, but until Valentino, Mirabel had taken time to learn to fight instead of relying on pure strength. In part, she had also learned how to use her musculature as an advantage.
So it wasn’t that difficult for her to knock Valentino o to his ass, and then knock one of his guns out of his hand, and then pull her own from her belt, one that was loaded with angelic steel bullets. Pressing it to his temple, she sneered slightly.
“Get the fuck out of my district. “
He scrambled away, running for his life as Mirabel kept the gun pointed at his form. After a few moments she sighed and lowered it, walking to her office. With some help for Derrick, her wing was wrapped, and smaller band aids were plastered on her smaller cuts.
Settling at her desk, she began to attempt to get some work done. Sorting out some paperwork, and the yearly tax that came around, it was more of a yearly tribute to the Morningstars, that consisted of apples, and a fourth of her profits. It didn’t bother her that much, as far as she was concerned, most of the Overlords were okay with it , the only two that truly ever complained being Vox and Valentino.
But her work day was swiftly derailed when Alastor walked in, while it was true that they were trying to be civil by all technicality that was only in front of the Princess and Vaggie.
“Alastor.” Mirabel acknowledged curtly, barely glancing up, his aura of static spiked at the lack of respect in her voice.
“Renegade.” He said with a flourishing bow. “ I would like to speak to you concerning your offer to try and break the contract I am under. “
Mirabel perked up slightly.
“Alright then.” She muttered, leaving the office with Alastor in tow. They ended up in a large empty room. Furrowing her brows, she began to hum. Nothing happened at first, but slowly and surely, a flicking green chain appeared around his neck. Almost immediately, she clutched her head as a sharp migraine appeared.
Whoever had made this contract, they didn’t want it broken.
Nonetheless, she persevered. Turning from humming to a soft song under her breath. The migraine grew more painful as she continued, but she was able to nullify it. Quickly drawing up a new contract with her signature on it, she gave it to Alastor to sign. And was greeted by an immediate relief from the migraine. The magic, no longer trying to attack her.
“There. “ she panted, smiling shakily up at the Radio Demon, who looked at her with a mixture of shock and respect in his eyes. “I own your soul now, would you like it back?”
His gaze shifted slightly and he nodded slightly, she tore the contract, and handed it to Alastor, who marveled as the chain around his neck snapped. The paper burned in his hand, and he nodded walking out.
“You have my thanks, Angel of the Radio. “
She sighed and stood up, her head pulsing painfully still.
“Who the fuck can do that sort of shit?” She muttered as she made her way back to her office.
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She ended up going home shortly after.
The pulsing sensation in her head proved to be too much for the fallen angel as she trudged up the stairs to her apartment. Pausing at the strong Angelic presence emitting from her room. Smiling when she recognized it as the presence of Sera.
Her door gilded open as she stepped through. Sera spared a glance up, before doing a double take at the sight of her left wing.
“Mirabel are you-“ she didn’t get to finish her sentence before Mirabel flopped onto the couch, resting her head in Sera’s lap as she struggled with the lighting and how bright it was.
“Mirabel?” Sera muttered in a concerned voice, running a hand down her back.
“Sera, I have been having a shit day. “
“Oh? Would you like to talk about it?”
Mirabel hummed slightly, twitching her injured wing out.
“Well it started when I got this call….”
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Novar walked into the apartment with Emily in tow, both of their curiosities settled, they had explored all day with Emily, looking at every nook and cranny of a district that was undoubtedly Mirabel’s.
And yet, there hadn’t been a hide nor tail of the girl. It made Novar’s worry spark like a fire in their chest, especially when they saw the ichor on the street and had learned that she had been attacked earlier in the morning after being baited out by a phony phone call.
A few of her employees had reported that she had opted to go home early after being hit by an ugly headache earlier in the day.
None of that prepared Novar for the sight that greeted their eyes.
Mirabel was curled on her side, eyes closed and wings tucked close to her, one had a patch of bandages on it, and there were various other cuts that littered her arms, Sera was also asleep, one hand resting on her lap, the other resting on Mirabel’s back.
Novar smirked and snapped a few pictures on their phone.
“C’mon Em” they muttered, “Let’s let them sleep. “