now for a fic where paloma kills cucali to balance it out

Paloma dragged Cucali onto the slab, struggling a little with her limp weight. "Just, just hold on a little... there."

"Fuckin'... why are you..." Cucali coughed blood. "... doin' this..."

Her gentle voice shook. "Because you never deserved that. I'm going to fix things. You'll have the power to ensure it never happens again."

"Heh," blood pooled from Cucali's wounds as she laid belly-down in the cold cocoon. "Don't you worry, girlie, soon's I'm revived I'm takin' care of that shit."

Paloma was silent for a little, mournful. Then she took a quiet breath and began to sing, an old song about returning to the battlefield. As she sung, she uncaptchalogued her umbrella and held it above Cucali's bleeding body... but she hesitated.

Cucali rolled her eye. "Do it, mossy. Ain't no way I'm gettin' back from this."

Her singing wavered and died off. "I'm sorry, I, I just..."

"This shit -" Cucali coughed as she tried to speak forcefully - "hurts like fuckin' hell so just fuckin' DO IT, SCUMBLOOD!"

Paloma bit her lip hard as she raised her umbrella and plunged it into Cucali's back, down through her vascular organ. She convulsed, and then she was still.

A great light began to build, and Paloma took a step back, pressing against the side of the cocoon.

She shielded her eyes as the light exploded, the cocoon crumbling before the might of the Witch of Heart.