CASTIEL'S REQUIEM

Chapter 2:. Bipolar much

Castiel's instincts screamed warning, and she reacted instinctively, her trained reflexes kicking in. With lightning speed, she hurled her Aviators - specially designed weapons for covert operations - towards Amelia's forehead. In a dazzling display of martial arts prowess, Castiel twisted her body, executing a move that would have made even the legendary Jackie Chan proud. With a swift kick, she sent the gun flying out of Burton's hand, just as the bullet fired, striking the Aviators with incredible force.

The glasses bent, but remarkably, remained intact, a testament to their advanced design.
The aviators, courtesy of Raven Tech's latest innovation, boasted chrome glass lenses that were not only bulletproof but also embedded with nanotechnology. This cutting-edge design transformed the shades into a multi-functional device, serving as a camera, smartphone, and even a taser when twisted. Castiel's focus shifted back to the disarmed man, and with a swift punch, she sent him crashing to the ground, knocked out cold. She motioned to her security team, comprising former CIA and U.S. Marines personnel, to take him into custody. Turning to her PA, Amelia Gianluigi, who was still in shock, Castiel snapped her fingers, jolting her back to reality. "Move it, Gianluigi! I need my beauty sleep and some quality time with my dogs. I've wasted enough time here already," she grumbled, prompting Amelia to scramble away hastily.

Castiel let out a hearty chuckle, amused by her eccentric assistant's antics, before slipping the Aviators back onto her face. Amelia suppressed a silent curse, her eyes rolling heavenward in exasperation. She had long since grown accustomed to her boss's mercurial nature, but that didn't make it any easier to deal with. One day, she vowed, she would finally muster the courage to leave her post – perhaps in a decade or so. Until then, she was stuck navigating the ups and downs of working for her brilliant, yet bipolar, boss.

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This city was a veritable abyss for a demon like him. The streets were too clean, too orderly, and reeked of sanctity. He'd wager his immortality that a divine presence lurked nearby, watching and waiting. But he knew better than to worry about those self-righteous angels, with their holier-than-thou attitudes and their fixation on the "Big Seven" sins. Screw them and their judgments. He had no use for their brand of righteousness.
As he slipped into the alleyway on Sutton Lane, a sly grin spread across his face. He had finally found what he was searching for - a haven for damned souls like himself. This was his domain, his sanctuary. And now, with a thrill of anticipation, he prepared to hunt, to stalk the shadows and claim this city as his own.

As he emerged from the alleyway, he strode towards Appleby Lane, his hunger driving him to search for prey. His eyes scanned the scene before him, and his gaze landed on two six-year-old boys playing with a small husky. He morphed into a squirrel, and the pup's high-pitched bark filled the air. The demon's eyes narrowed, and he darted towards the alleyway, the dog hot on his heels. The boys, identical blond-haired siblings, yelled in unison, "Bad dog, Will! Come back!" as they chased after their pet.

As the boys entered the alley, the demon's grin grew wide. He morphed back into his towering seven-foot frame, his massive horns protruding from his skull like a dark crown. His eyes gleamed with malevolent intent, and his canines lengthened, eager to sink into his unsuspecting prey.

"Hello Matt and Josh," he said with an unsettling grin. "You look like quite the appetizing pair." He cocked his head to the side, his eyes gleaming with malevolent intent. The boys' eyes widened as they took in his towering form, their gaze darting to the injured Will, who whimpered softly. As fear crept into their eyes, he advanced closer, his presence casting a dark shadow over them.

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