*A few hours ago*

Julianne stirred awake. She thought she had heard Dev calling her name. Her mind was foggy. She couldn't remember where she was. She looked around but realized there was something covering her head. She tried to reach up to remove it and found her hands bound behind her. She rolled groggily onto her back and folded her legs, sliding her hands down past her also bound ankles. The ropes cut into her wrists as she struggled to get her hands in front of her. She could be hurt later, now she had to get back to Dev. He could be hurt.

She pulled at the hood that blinded her. Might as well have left it on, the room she was in was pitch black. As if on cue, a tiny crimson vortex appeared before her and dark hands reached through. Grasping the edges of the portal, the hands widened the berth and dragged the broken angel of punishment through. It hit the floor with a meaty slap and stood up.

Crossing its arms, Kushiel looked down on it's master with disdain. The woman was hopeless sometimes, but, they were kindred spirits in that they both existed to punish the wicked. Julianne offered her bound hands to it.

"A little help here, I don't think I want to bite these bindings. God knows what they are and where they've been." The ground beneath them shook and a mighty roar echoed throughout the chamber. She crawled toward around on her hands and knees. The room was rumbling, it felt like something massive was approaching. The ground was slick with something. "Kushiel, please!" She felt more than saw Kushiel move to shield her as a screeching voice filled the air. The something had arrived with a slam.

Julianne looked up instinctively and saw yellow eyes looking back at her. Malice and pain exuded from them. She noticed that a dim, red light was emanating from Kushiel allowing her to see the monster in front of them. An enormous canine skull, with a humanoid face where the nose would be. Kushiel looked expectantly at her, waiting.

"The mistress will be upset, but I must regain my strength. You look a delicious little morsel. I'll prostrate myself in forgiveness later!" Four large hands peeled away from the skull and reached for Julianne.

"You have my permission!" She screamed, bowing her head and holding her hands up in mock prayer. Kushiel closed it's eyes smiled to itself. A small red bubble of energy formed around them as Kushiel donned her body like a suit of armor. Julianne felt fire scream through her veins as they popped, leaking her vital fluid out. The blood formed into a whip and caught fire. Horns erupted from her skull. It manipulated her hand and reached into her abdoment, tearing the flesh as it searched up under her ribs. With a sickening squish, Kushiel ripped the object of power out of Julianne, it's shattered halo. Dripping blood across her once beautiful face, Kushiel seated the halo between the horns, using them as support. Julianne's eyes opened suddenly, revealing bloodied orbs of pulsating energy. Together, they screamed in agony and ecstasy.

With a twitch, the bindings ripped away and the shield dissipated. The Malformed began its assault, swinging wildly at the woman before it. A guttural laugh emitted from from deep inside. Kushiel hadn't possessed Julianne for a very long time. Even as the yellow eyed monster grappled her small frame with all four hands, still Kushiel cackled. The abomination pulled her eagerly toward its gaping maw. The demonic angel decided it was time to have fun.

With a flick of her wrist, Kushiel snapped the whip around two of the giant hands and pulled. Working like a saw the hands were severed at the wrist in an instant. Reeling back, the malformed released her, black viscous blood covering her and splattering around the room. The whip snapped and bit at the creature, leaving blacked scorch marks and sparking little flames across the skull with each impact.

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She straightened her arm quickly and the whip solidified. Slowly, the blood formed into a sword, dripping fiery blood at the tip. Kushiel made short work of the other two arms, slicing them near the snout. Maimed and unable to move, the malformed sobbed and wailed. She made short, deliberate movements. Slicing and stabbing the monster dozens of times.

When Kushiel had had its fun, it held Julianne's arms wide and returned the weaponized blood back to her. It could feel her heart struggling to keep up, an unfortunate side effect from using a hosts blood as a weapon. It was effective, but could only utilized for a short time. After it felt her heart beat return to an acceptable rate, it flexed her muscles. Kushiel wanted to more. The yellow eyed creature sputtered impotently, waving the stubs of its amputated arms around in futility. Kushiel reached up to the nose of the skull and grabbed the face seated deep inside.

With a heave and a grunt that no human could make, Kushiel ripped a man from the skull. His body was frail and broken, with stuffed little pot belly. Withered and misshaped limbs swatted feebly at Julianne.

"Sins of the flesh shall be punished in kind." Kushiel's voice tore through her throat. She was going to be unable to support the Numen soon. It still had time, though. "Normally, the glutton shall feed upon rot and feces. Today, I think it fitting that you be on the menu." Kushiel moved Julianne's hands up to her jaw, sticking the much covered fingers into her mouth. With a horrific snap and a wet rip, Kushiel split her jawbone. She stood up and lifted the meek form of the magician that had become the malformed, and wrapped the distorted, damaged mouth around his head. Bones crunched and viscera dripped down her chest when she bit down. Kushiel dropped the headless body to the ground and savored the feeling of flesh and power entering her.

Kushiel knelt in the gore and feasted. The sound of rumbling stone made it turn. It recognized Julianne's current plaything and felt like having more fun. His Numen appeared and looked on in horror at Kushiel.

Suddenly enraged at the reaction of the Other, Kushiel attacked. A deafening noise and instant pain.

***

Jim had fired at the winged woman as soon as he had a clear shot. She had attacked Dev. He hit her in one of the horns; he had been aiming for her eyes. Dev and the woman fell to the ground with a thud. He watched in shock at the wings and horns receded into her body. When they were gone, Jim was suddenly aware that the creature that had attacked Dev was actually a woman. He took off the loaned jacket and covered her nudity.

Julianne recovered before Dev. She sat up and moved quickly to his side.

"Um, Miss? Could you cover yourself?" Jim asked. She looked down at her chest and rolled her eyes.

"Don't like the view?" Julianne joked as she reached over to grab the jacket.

"Its not that, I just think our friend might not appreciate me ogling his lady." Jim joked. She was glad it was dark so that the the other man couldn't see her blush when he called her Dev's 'lady.' Dev was snoring lightly. Julianne held her head in her lap and stroked his hair. She grumbled when she noticed she was streaking a horrible mess into his locks.

Dev slowly came around. The first thing he saw was Julianne and Jim looking down at him.

"What happened? Did we win?"

"I suppose you could say that." Jim said and stood up. He offered a hand to Dev and Julianne both.

They all stood awkwardly for a few moments. Jim actively averting his gaze away from Julianne's immodest covering. Julianne trying to discreetly clear the blood and gore from her face. Dev's head was still spinning.

"So, Jim, you remember Julianne from dinner. Julianne, this is Jim. He's with us now. We're pretty sure that his wife blasted both of us with some sort of memory spell and has control of some or most of the precinct." Julianne and Jim awkwardly shook hands. Feeling the tension growing, Dev clapped his hands loudly. "Who's up for getting the hell out of here?"