Lucas finished her meal, cleaned up and concentrated for a second, making sure she was somewhere without windows, so as not to let the mother and child know where they were. She then opened a portal. As the two fell through, seemingly about to go to bed, and the mother looked around stunned, Lucas took the chance to speak - in Portuguese, of course, translated for your convenience.
"Okay. Listen to me. I may come off as rude, but I'm more impatient than anything about this, really. I'm nigh traumatized by this whole deal, and I have a LOT of steam to let off, not to mention the mother of all chips on shoulders regarding this issue. Not really at you, though. So please. Just. Listen." - The mother finally got her wits about herself and remembered the angel she had begged to heal her daughter before. She obeyed, of course, how could she disobey an angel? Lucas went on - "Before either of you two asks, I'm NOT a real angel, I'm NOT a servant of your idea of God and the notion of being the latter positively REPULSES me. That said, I found a way to heal your daughter, Miss What's-your-name, and will be applying it now. Please understand that, once again, I'm NOT a real angel and that, when you two thought I was one and thought that I could restore your daughter's ability to walk but wouldn't on account of her being 'undeserving' in face of my 'judgment' or God's one, that was one of the saddest moments in my life. I cried myself to sleep that night. I couldn't heal her before, I can now. That's not an angelic power, I found a way. And I'm a normal human, I repeat, a normal. Human. Being. Understood? Great. No, this isn't a miracle. No, I'm not doing it for your god. I'm doing it because I CAN now and COULDN'T before, because I found. The means. Not because 'The Lord' only now saw fit to allow me to heal your kid. There you go, kiddo. I hadn't given you your legs back because I couldn't back then, and trust me, I wanted to, I really did. More than I wanted my next breath at that moment. Now I can give your legs back to you. It had nothing to do with you being 'deserving' or not, no eight-year-old deserves what you went through. I have no real idea what God is, but I'm sure He is NOT that monster you somehow were goaded into thinking He is. Any questions?" - Lucas had spoken quickly, a barrage of text aimed at preventing interruption. She had been wanting to say this for over a month now. The "Any questions?" question was mostly rhetorical, really.
"I... Mommy, I'm... walking..." - the child only then noticed she was now standing - and feeling her legs. The mother looked at the child and kneeled to hug her tight. Nothing else mattered at that moment.
After enjoying the moment, the mother finally turned to Lucas and smiled. "I... Thank you so much... I understood it when you said you weren't an angel of the Lord... But I still think you are one, even if really human..."
Lucas gave her a look. She understood the cue.
"I thank you... So much... Is there anything I can do to thank you?"
Lucas's fairly serious face turned into an ironic, slightly twisted grin.
"Oh, there is, yes. Two things, really. One, I wanna keep the wheelchair so I can send it to someone that will actually need it. Two, I want you to do one thing for me. To deliver one message to your pastor, you know, the one that seemingly taught you to believe people like me were real angels in the first place. What's the name of your pastor again? Come to think about it, what are yours? I'm Lucas, nice to meet you."
"Er, I'm Rosimeire(1)... My daughter is Kelly(1)... And our pastor is Kleston de Oliveira(1)..."
"Splendid. Come here." - Said Lucas. Rosimeire complied, moving away from her daughter. Lucas whispered, so the child wouldn't hear it. "Kindly tell Pastor Kleston, for the hell he put you two and me through, to go penetrate himself up his anus with a five-inch thick drill bit connected to a drill that's turned ON. Okay?"
"But he's my pastor... I... You won't undo the healing if I refuse, right?" - Said Rosimeire.
"What?! NO! What kind of psychopath do you THINK I am? My God, woman! You know what? Never mind, I'll summon him here and tell him myself. Enjoy your life, and I wish you and your daughter both nothing but happiness, I really do. Kids should be running around, and I'm elated to help your daughter do it." - She then turned to Kelly, who wasn't really understanding the interaction, and smiled a quite more benign and sincere smile to her - "Enjoy, kiddo. Run around all you like, and may those legs take you wherever you wish. But remember, look both ways before crossing the street, okay? Now, sending you both back to explain your sudden disappearance and her sudden ability to walk. You ready?"
Rosimeire nodded. Lucas concentrated and the two fell - slowly, and sans the wheelchair - through a portal.
As Lucas sent the wheelchair to another random needy hospital, she concentrated. Now she had a name to connect to the guy she owed some payback to.
Pastor Kleston smiled, preparing for bed. With the Sun, the money had been pouring in for people who claimed the end-times to be coming. He prepared to brush his teeth when...
...he wasn't in his (lavish) bathroom anymore. Instead, he was in another - lavish - house, facing an angel woman with a VERY dangerous, sarcastic grin.
Then the sound came from everywhere. He could understand the words, barely, they were so loud. It wasn't deafening, but it was nearly so.
"GO! FUCK!! YOURSELF!!!
