The finality in his voice is all she needs. Wynonna shifts, bringing Peacemaker up even with the demon's forehead as she curls her finger lovingly against the trigger.
"I'd tell you to make your peace," she says, as the gun's muzzle begins to glow, orange and molten. The demon's eyes narrow, then widen, as strange sigils illuminate along the barrel like they've been seared into it. "But I don't think that's going to be an option for you."
The crack of Peacemaker's shot breaks through the air like thunder, and a tiny hole appears in the demon's head. She shudders, light flaring through her skin, then falls back. No portal to the pit opens up, flames licking at her feet to drag her to Hell – she just drops. A thin plume of smoke rises from her forehead.
The silence around them feels almost like a scream.
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Date: 2023-02-10 12:56 am (UTC)"I'd tell you to make your peace," she says, as the gun's muzzle begins to glow, orange and molten. The demon's eyes narrow, then widen, as strange sigils illuminate along the barrel like they've been seared into it. "But I don't think that's going to be an option for you."
The crack of Peacemaker's shot breaks through the air like thunder, and a tiny hole appears in the demon's head. She shudders, light flaring through her skin, then falls back. No portal to the pit opens up, flames licking at her feet to drag her to Hell – she just drops. A thin plume of smoke rises from her forehead.
The silence around them feels almost like a scream.