Work Text:
“You all should be worshiping me! You ungrateful, disgusting, fucking losers!”, shouted Adam as he let out a guttural scream of pain. He could see the tip of the blade protruding from his stomach. It shown bright with his blood.
“Woah!”, exclaimed Vaggie.
Lucifer cleared his throat as he and everyone else remained fixated on the dying angel before them. “You got something sticking out of your… your thing there…”
Adam’s vision became foggy, and he fell face first onto the ground. Niffty held tightly onto the handle of the knife as she landed with a thump on his back. She looked down and slowly grinned as she glanced between her victim and her friends.
“Niffty?!”, shouted a surprised Charlie.
Niffty ecstatically gripped her knife and pierced every part of the angel that she could reach. “STAB! STAB! STAB!”, she yelled out of sheer, inordinate delight. “BLOOD!”
“NO!”, yelled the wounded lieutenant who was merely a feet away, eyes locked on her commander’s lifeless body. Lute immediately turned her attention to Niffty. “You little bitch!”, she frantically screamed, using every ounce of her strength to lunge forward, swinging her right arm until she slapped Niffty aside. She quickly pinned Niffty to the ground with her foot, wiping blood from her nose before retrieving the knife that had been used to harm Adam and raised it over Niffty’s neck.
Just as the blade reached Niffty’s chin, a shot rang out. Lute staggered backward, dropping the knife to tend to her already injured shoulder as even more blood poured down her side. “FUCK!” She looked up to see Angel pointing his gun directly at her. She glared at him.
He glared back, aiming the gun at her chest as Niffty ran over to him. He felt her scaling up his back until she settled herself on the top of his head.
Lute stood up, taking a step forward as Angel wrapped his finger around the trigger. “Fucking freeze.”
She scoffed. “What? Going to shoot me again?”
Angel smirked. “Yeah, I will. If you ever touch her again”, he raised his eyebrows, gesturing to Niffty.
Niffty gently tugged on his hat as she giggled. “Ooh! You are a bad boy!”, she cooed.
“Not gonna happen, Niff.”