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This is Nuria fic. It's likely to jump around a bit.
Nuria dashed through the burning house, cursing to herself as she tried to shield her eyes from the falling cinders. They fell instead on her skin, bright little stars of pain and heat. The sensation was clarifying. One hand clutched a bedraggled looking woman, dragging her over and around the burning debris. The Symphony gonged and rumbled around them as they burst through the flaming door, and out into the lawn. The lowering of temperature was immediate and blessed. She pulled her companion further away from house and dumped her carelessly on the ground.
"You...my house," the woman groaned, then began hacking and wheezing.
"Bought with the rewards of deception and deceit," Nuria replied, impassively, shaking the last of the cinders out of her hair. "You and I both know that you hear no spirits, can offer no truths from beyond the grave. And yet, you take clients' prized possessions, their last mementos from their loved ones, and give them nothing but lies in return."
The spiritualist simply groaned and rolled into a fetal position, still coughing harshly. Nuria continued, "Now you have lost everything, just as you took the last hopes from innocent men and women." The Symphony grumbled in aftershock again, and she sped up the typical speech. "You have received your punishment. I pray that you will learn from this. If not," she squatted down, grabbed the woman's hair and turned her face towards her, meeting her eyes, "you may see me again. Briefly." She smiled as her target whimpered, releasing her hair and wiping her sooty hand off on her equally sooty Bloomers. She left the woman dry-retching in the darkness and stalked away, before the disturbance could bring curious onlookers.
"Was that truly necessary, Fire of the Lord?" Too late. Nuria turned, her eyes narrowing at three shapes. The Judges and the Seraph of Fire eyed each other with equal distaste.
"I was rushed," she bit out, and started to walk past. They fell in beside her, the woman in her black, high-necked dress at her left, and the other two somewhere behind her. The positioning made her shoulderblades itch, but she wasn't about to give them the satisfaction of showing discomfort.
"You have caused great Disturbance this night, and I question the necessity of it." Nuria said nothing, turning her path towards the woods as, in the distance, the faint clang of the village alarm bell began, summoning citizens to fight the fire in their midst. The triad followed, although the woman stumbled in the darkness, her very proper dress not so useful in knee-high grass. "I would like an explanation, if you would, of why this could not be handled in a more subtle manner!"
Nuria smirked, but said nothing. Finally, it was another member of the triad, a blond man with the look of a barrister, who said, "Most Holy, our presence irritates you. However, should you cooperate, we will be gone that much more quickly. You only prolong your own discomfort with this pointless defiance."
At that, Nuria spun around, glaring. The effect was somewhat lost in the night. "As you will, Power. I am not dissonant. I am not Discordant. I do not believe that I am likely to become so in the future. Burning down the house was loud, true, but at least she has the chance to repent her lies. Killing her would have been quieter; would you have preferred it?"
The triad's third member responded immediately, with the sort of instinctive reflex that marked him as Mercurian, "No, of course no!" Nuria relaxed, fractionally. Seraph, Elohite, and Mercurian. Not an execution triad, then.
"Good. Then I hope our business is concluded."
"It is not!" The other Seraph's voice cut through the night like a blade. "Our business with you goes beyond your...blatant disregard for proper procedure, or even the usual questions. We require," she hesitated, then continued through clenched teeth, "We require your aid."
Nuria laughed, and even in the darkness, could see the female Judge flush. "Do you now? What little deeds would you have me perform? Turn against my Word-mates? Persecute some other brother or sister for whatever Dominic has decided is heretical this season?"
Again, the Elohite stepped forward, his voice soothing. "Nothing like that. We seek a Habbalite of Nightmares, and your Lady’s gift will be uniquely useful to us, and even support your own purpose. It will be a useful collaboration, personal feelings aside."
"And you would not like the consequences of refusal," the Seraph added, haughtily.
Nuria scowled. "I see the stick, metaphorically speaking. Dare I hope that the other half of the metaphor will involve you three going away and leaving me to my work?"
"There is little, at this moment, that would give me more pleasure," the other ground out.
"Fine," Nuria waved her hand dismissively. "You have my aid. I suppose that it might be useful to know your names."
The Elohite answered. "I am Baglis. Our Seraph is Amitiel, and our Intersessionist is Hael. Our Role names are Edward, Amy, and Hale, respectively. I am sure that we will have an eventful partnership." A tiny smile lifted the corner of his mouth as Nuria snorted in unwilling amusement.
"You three are lucky that I hate Habbalah more than I dislike being in your presence."
"I hope you don't mean to imply that between working with your fellow angels and a demon it is...is...a toss-up!" Amitiel’s outrage choked on the last half of the sentence.
Nuria only barked a laugh and she turned away. "As I heard them say last time I was in America, 'I take the Fifth'. Come along, servants of Dominic. My room is far more comfortable than a cold field, and I wish to be clean. You can talk as I bathe."
She ignored the sputtering of both Seraph and Mercurian, and stalked off.
Nuria dashed through the burning house, cursing to herself as she tried to shield her eyes from the falling cinders. They fell instead on her skin, bright little stars of pain and heat. The sensation was clarifying. One hand clutched a bedraggled looking woman, dragging her over and around the burning debris. The Symphony gonged and rumbled around them as they burst through the flaming door, and out into the lawn. The lowering of temperature was immediate and blessed. She pulled her companion further away from house and dumped her carelessly on the ground.
"You...my house," the woman groaned, then began hacking and wheezing.
"Bought with the rewards of deception and deceit," Nuria replied, impassively, shaking the last of the cinders out of her hair. "You and I both know that you hear no spirits, can offer no truths from beyond the grave. And yet, you take clients' prized possessions, their last mementos from their loved ones, and give them nothing but lies in return."
The spiritualist simply groaned and rolled into a fetal position, still coughing harshly. Nuria continued, "Now you have lost everything, just as you took the last hopes from innocent men and women." The Symphony grumbled in aftershock again, and she sped up the typical speech. "You have received your punishment. I pray that you will learn from this. If not," she squatted down, grabbed the woman's hair and turned her face towards her, meeting her eyes, "you may see me again. Briefly." She smiled as her target whimpered, releasing her hair and wiping her sooty hand off on her equally sooty Bloomers. She left the woman dry-retching in the darkness and stalked away, before the disturbance could bring curious onlookers.
"Was that truly necessary, Fire of the Lord?" Too late. Nuria turned, her eyes narrowing at three shapes. The Judges and the Seraph of Fire eyed each other with equal distaste.
"I was rushed," she bit out, and started to walk past. They fell in beside her, the woman in her black, high-necked dress at her left, and the other two somewhere behind her. The positioning made her shoulderblades itch, but she wasn't about to give them the satisfaction of showing discomfort.
"You have caused great Disturbance this night, and I question the necessity of it." Nuria said nothing, turning her path towards the woods as, in the distance, the faint clang of the village alarm bell began, summoning citizens to fight the fire in their midst. The triad followed, although the woman stumbled in the darkness, her very proper dress not so useful in knee-high grass. "I would like an explanation, if you would, of why this could not be handled in a more subtle manner!"
Nuria smirked, but said nothing. Finally, it was another member of the triad, a blond man with the look of a barrister, who said, "Most Holy, our presence irritates you. However, should you cooperate, we will be gone that much more quickly. You only prolong your own discomfort with this pointless defiance."
At that, Nuria spun around, glaring. The effect was somewhat lost in the night. "As you will, Power. I am not dissonant. I am not Discordant. I do not believe that I am likely to become so in the future. Burning down the house was loud, true, but at least she has the chance to repent her lies. Killing her would have been quieter; would you have preferred it?"
The triad's third member responded immediately, with the sort of instinctive reflex that marked him as Mercurian, "No, of course no!" Nuria relaxed, fractionally. Seraph, Elohite, and Mercurian. Not an execution triad, then.
"Good. Then I hope our business is concluded."
"It is not!" The other Seraph's voice cut through the night like a blade. "Our business with you goes beyond your...blatant disregard for proper procedure, or even the usual questions. We require," she hesitated, then continued through clenched teeth, "We require your aid."
Nuria laughed, and even in the darkness, could see the female Judge flush. "Do you now? What little deeds would you have me perform? Turn against my Word-mates? Persecute some other brother or sister for whatever Dominic has decided is heretical this season?"
Again, the Elohite stepped forward, his voice soothing. "Nothing like that. We seek a Habbalite of Nightmares, and your Lady’s gift will be uniquely useful to us, and even support your own purpose. It will be a useful collaboration, personal feelings aside."
"And you would not like the consequences of refusal," the Seraph added, haughtily.
Nuria scowled. "I see the stick, metaphorically speaking. Dare I hope that the other half of the metaphor will involve you three going away and leaving me to my work?"
"There is little, at this moment, that would give me more pleasure," the other ground out.
"Fine," Nuria waved her hand dismissively. "You have my aid. I suppose that it might be useful to know your names."
The Elohite answered. "I am Baglis. Our Seraph is Amitiel, and our Intersessionist is Hael. Our Role names are Edward, Amy, and Hale, respectively. I am sure that we will have an eventful partnership." A tiny smile lifted the corner of his mouth as Nuria snorted in unwilling amusement.
"You three are lucky that I hate Habbalah more than I dislike being in your presence."
"I hope you don't mean to imply that between working with your fellow angels and a demon it is...is...a toss-up!" Amitiel’s outrage choked on the last half of the sentence.
Nuria only barked a laugh and she turned away. "As I heard them say last time I was in America, 'I take the Fifth'. Come along, servants of Dominic. My room is far more comfortable than a cold field, and I wish to be clean. You can talk as I bathe."
She ignored the sputtering of both Seraph and Mercurian, and stalked off.
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... oh, this is going to be marvelous. Nuria's great.
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...this party is going to be INSANE. :D Insane, insane, INSANE.
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Yes it will be.
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*smiles happily*
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So, is THIS the feeling y'all get when I start grinning cheerfully during DL sessions?
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Yeah, yeah, we all know my biases.
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(That, and I have a certain lingering fondness for the name 'Edward'.)