Who: Margareta, Ruby, Castiel What: She won't let them heal her, this wasn't her world When: 17th Early Evening Where: Their apartment Rating: High, AU Character Death Status: In Progress
Margareta ignored all the offers of help, every one, though they said it was easy, angelic healing could take care of it, a lot of things could. But she didn't want to live in this place. It wasn't hers, as she'd said, it was the Demon's. The thing calling itself Ruby.
So when the magic had finally worn off, and the coughing had started, when within mere hours the blackness had found its way to the tips of her fingers, she hadn't said anything. Castiel wasn't there anyway. He'd been out for the last while, and she'd hoped it would happen quietly that she could go to the room she'd been given and just wait. This place was strange, some kind people yes, but she didn't like it, didn't like the stories, didn't like the man that had come and told her lies, lies he truly believed, but that scared her too, what had the demon done to make him believe so easily. And why did Castiel trust her.
She was halfway to her room when they arrived, the angel, black wings wrapped around another form, a smaller woman, dark hair. Her eyes met the womans and she looked away just as insantly turning to the angel again.
"This was a mistake. I shouldn't have come here. I can't do this, I can't just...she's not me, she's..."
"...Ruby" Margareta shook her head. The Demon, this was the Demon.
She reached out to steady herself, blackening fingers more visible than she'd have wanted, and Ruby noticed.