^Calypso's point of view^

Mercy had worked on how much power some of her vocal spells had last week. She was dressed up in her suit like always, but now she had a sword at her hip. Stitches stood next to her, dressed up like a prince with a red, double-breasted jacket that had a lace train on it so it was ankle length, tall black hooker boots, and black pants. Stitches wore a monocle on his right eye, same as Alastor, and a pair of white gloves. In his hands he held a long black scythe.

Sam, Bones, and Angel all sat nearby. Angel wore his mafia clothing, loading and cleaning his tommy guns. Bones was braiding their hair so it was out of the way, wearing a suit that was almost a direct mix of Alastor and Angel's and holding a few different guns. Sam was simply wearing a tank top and spandex shorts, choosing flexibility over fashion.

Pa sat at the table, advising Stitches and Mercy for attack plans. Dad bustled about, putting protection sigils in everyone's clothes in a magic marker. Aubrey wasn't going to help much because she was out with her friends at the moment.

"Let's go." Stitches said as Mercy disappeared from the hellscape. We all went to the mortal plane, me riding my moose midair(a little magic of my own). Pa was driving his truck at speed which is really not possible for a vehicle that old and heavy, but hey, he's a determined fallen angel with a truck and a shotgun and Dad in the front seat with him. Angel gunned it down the street in his own car, Bones and Sam in the back seat. Stitches was seated on his motorcycle, not wearing a helmet. Cherry Bomb was on top of Angel's car, standing so firmly on top for having the vehicle going 120 miles per hour under her.

I could see Mercy in the distance, starting up the stairs to Heaven.