#scheduling this to post on actual wednedsay lol

[fanby-fckry]

WIP Wednesday!

I was tagged by both @minimosquitogirl and @grownupchangeling!

No pressure tags for: @i-write-sin-not-tragedy, @vestadragon, @there-and-gone, and anyone else who wants to play! :3

This is uh. A snippet of my entirely self indulgent, OC-focused fic, because all my other active WIPs right now are so short that it doesn’t make sense to post snippets.

No real content warnings to give; the fic is pretty tame given the fandom, and the snippet is even tamer.

“Could be, but…  I don’t think they’re with Heaven anymore.” Vaggie’s heart leapt into her throat and stuck there.  Another Fallen Exorcist?  That couldn’t be right, could it? “Why do you say that?” Vaggie asked, trying not to sound like her entire world view was being flipped on its head again. The Exorcists were an indivisible force.  They acted as one, obeying Adam’s commands unquestioningly and without hesitation.  Vaggie had never seen any of her comrades put so much as a toe out of line.  She was the first, the last, the only.  The black sheep, the prodigal daughter.  And she was punished accordingly. Angel shrugged.  “Vibes, mostly.” Vaggie blinked.  She could feel a migraine coming on, pain radiating behind her remaining eye. “Vibes?” she repeated. “Yeah. They’re outta uniform. And they look pretty Hellish for an angel. Sharp teeth, black claws, stuff like that.” Vaggie’s teeth had grown sharper since her Fall, slowly shifting into something more demonic as she spent more time cut off from Heaven and her Grace.  Lucifer looked like he’d gotten the same treatment a million times over. How long had this mysterious Exorcist been living here to have teeth and claws that matched the Hell they’d Fallen to?  And how had Vaggie never heard so much as a whisper about them until they showed up on the hotel doorstep? “I need to see this for myself.”