Diana's corner of the mouth turned into faint, vindicated smile as the outcome of the battle seemed to be decided by that one blow of the electric man. Truly, the foes were beaten, on the brink of exhaustion. Now, everything crashed down in full force. She tried to answer Brutus' words, as muddy and uninteligible they were, and Ria's jeers, who were a distant sound amidst the blaring ringing of her ears. Her feet failed to suport her, and she dropped on her knees. A faint,warm trickle run down her mouth. Bleeding, she saw, in the corners of her blurrying vision. She tried to call for her, but even her plight was drowned in blood splattering cough.
There was so much one could cheat, reinforce and resist, before paying what was due. Numb and cold and exhausted, she sank into oblivion, the world around her turning into darkness. She saw a light a light... and felt a presence.
"Well, Diana... Tis a pity, but I've come to claim you. Short but remarkable." The disembodied voice said, in a tenebrous gutural but sombre tome.
"The...ferryman." Diana added, and gulped in her mind. So that was it. 18 short years. She did not regret fighting those who fouled creation and the magic arts.
It was then when the voice turned into a rather indignated and feminine squeak."What? No, I am not the old man! How can you assume my glorious self is like that brute, temperamental oaf!" So it was a female grim reaper? Well not that mattered much in the end. "Actually...that reminds me of something, Diana. Can I call you Diddums?"
"Only my family calls me that."
"Well, I am a Moira. I can call you what I want, really. Let's say that I have a way to bend the rules, and since I am fond of your struggle I might be able to bring you back."
"What's the catch, divine Moira?" Diana said, a path out of this situation appearing before her.
"I can bend the rules a bit and say that since this was something related to a demonic incursion, you've earned a reprieve. In return I want part of your lifetime"
"But i am about to die."
"Not that kind of life time. Truth to be told the underworld is a droll place full of rules. I want to spend my afternoons sometimes eating ice cream and doing girl things. But I need to borrow a body so that the higher ups don't notice." The Moira stated.
"Fine then I accept." Diana said, resolute
"So I want a few days a month- wait what, that fast?"
"Not like i can bargain much now."
"That's my little Diddums, resolute and determined to the end. I will be borrowing it now, you're in no position to even continue without a little mending..." The spirit said, and the darkness disipated. Diana's vision was restored, and her aching body seemed to be back to her. Except for the reason she could not control it. She could feel and see and hear... but her body was no longer her own. Something else was moving it, making her to stand tall once again, before staggering to Ria.
"I am sorry, Ria... I am a bit faint now." She added, her hands and head resting on the other's girl chest without any kind of shame or bashfulness. "But I can continue." She eyed the blood on her mouth, and wiped it off elegantly. "For a bit." Not-Diana said, smiling somewhat.
Diana wanted to scream. But she could not. Out of all things, she had just relinquished control to a pervert.