Helltaker : The Eye of Heaven

I

(A week later)

Oculus woke up from her slumber. The room that Mr. Taker had lent her was as normal as ever, but the eye of heaven didn't mind. She knew this would happen. She scratched her head and stretched before finally getting off the bed and standing up. She turned around, fixed her bed out of instinct, years spent on the road, exploring world after world, and still, she kept all the habits as she would back in her home...
She walked over to the cabinet, grabbed a towel, and went downstairs to hit the showers. Grabbing her fine clothes and eye of heaven necklace along the way. As she was making her way downstairs, however, she noticed a ruckus in the living room.

Curiosity peaked up, and so Oculus went to investigate.

There, she saw the girls all dressing up to go somewhere. Judgment was wearing a thick leather jacket with a skull belt, looking her best as per usual.
The others were also dressing up for some kind of special occasion, demons like Justice were wearing yet more leather, though some were wearing simple jackets.
While Malina, who seemed to not care either way, simply showed up wearing her usual vest.

Then, it hit Oculus. She had forgotten about Zdrada's gig at that nightclub. After all these delays and all the unforeseen bumps along the way, it was finally happening.

Mr. Taker noticed Oculus and smiled.
"Good morning Oculus, would you like to join us? We're going to that nightclub Zdrada is going to."

"Sure," Oculus replied.
"Got nothing better to do anyway, by the way. Where is Azazel?"

Just as she said those words, Oculus, and the others heard footsteps coming from upstairs and coming down. Turning back, they could all see a figure walking down, neat black pants combined with darker shoes.
With a finely prepared white sweater jacket, Azazel came down with a somber look. Though she was in much better shape than she was last time, she still showed an aura of life, an optimism that showed even if her face would say otherwise. Her halo was cracked, slowly fading away, turning into angel dust as she walked down the stairs, and then she turned to the others.
"Good morning." She said with a smile.

She continued to move downstairs. Oculus moved over to Helltaker and whispered.
"I'm proud of you all... Her recovery is going rather smoothly, keep this up, and she'll be on stable footing in no time."

"Thanks," Helltaker replied.
"Actually... I was thinking we should invite her to join us at the club. She hasn't been outside in a while, and it wouldn't hurt to get her out."

"Good idea. She could use the fun and recreational activity." Oculus replied.

Azazel walked over to the nearby mirror. She looked at herself for a moment. Her eyes were starting to become more grey than blue, and her hair was changing rapidly as well, with some strands already becoming white as snow.
She briefly looked up and touched her halo, but as she did so it flickered a little, and yet more of it became dust...
Azazel didn't cry out, though. Instead, she gave herself a sorrowful look before sighing.

She then looked at the others with her characteristic smile.
"Hey guys, thanks again for all the help... I think I'm feeling much better now."

"Hey, no problem, girl." Justice said in her typical relaxed voice.

"By the way... I heard you were going somewhere?" Azazel asked.
"Ah, now I remember, something about a club?"

Helltaker replied.
"Yep. If you want you to come, you're free to come along."

Oculus waited with anticipation of what to do next.
She peered into the future a little, hoping to get a glimpse of what she would say next. Yet, before she could even look into it, Azazel replied.
"Of course... I have nothing better to do anyway, so I guess I'm free for the day."