CASTIEL'S REQUIEM

Chapter 20: Call To Order

The Diamond City of Angels, also known as Elysium, shone like a beacon of radiance in the realm of the heavens. This magnificent metropolis was crafted from the finest divine materials, its foundations built upon a bedrock of pure crystal. The city's architecture was a marvel, with towers and spires that pierced the sky like shards of glass, their facets glinting with a light that seemed almost otherworldly.

The streets of Elysium were paved with a substance known as "starstone," a glittering material that seemed to contain the essence of stardust within its matrix. The city's buildings were adorned with intricate carvings and frescoes that told the stories of angelic history and the exploits of the divine.

At the heart of the city lay the Great Temple of the Divine, a structure of unparalleled beauty that seemed to embody the very essence of heaven itself. Its entrance was guarded by towering statues of cherubim, their wings outstretched as if in perpetual praise.

Elysium was a place of wonders, where the air was sweet with the scent of ambrosia and the sound of celestial music filled the air. It was a city of joy, wisdom, and beauty, where the angels dwelled in harmony and the very fabric of reality seemed to vibrate with divine energy.
The city council chamber in the Diamond City of Angels was a grand, high-ceilinged room filled with polished marble and gold accents. The walls were adorned with intricate frescoes depicting the history of the angelic race, and the floor was made of a glittering white stone that seemed to shine like diamonds.

Around a large, circular table, the council of angels gathered, their wings folded against their backs as they leaned in, their faces animated in heated discussion. Jaquiel, an angel , stood at the head of the table, his voice raised as he addressed the assembly.
"Azrael has gone rogue," Jaquiel announced, his words dropping like a bombshell in the council chamber.

"What?" someone exclaimed, disbelief etched in their voice.

"Impossible!" another angel cried out, their tone laced with shock and dismay.

Gasps and whispers echoed through the assembly of warriors, guardians, and Seraphim, as murmurs of discontent and unease spread like wildfire.
"We cannot ignore the fact that Azrael has gone rogue!" he exclaimed, his eyes flashing with urgency. "She poses a threat to the very fabric of our society!"

To his right, the angel Ariana shook her head, her long, golden hair cascading down her back like a river of sunlight. "We must not jump to conclusions," she cautioned. "We need more information before we take any action."

Across from her, the angel Kael scowled, his dark brows furrowed in anger. "Information?" he snarled. "We have all the information we need. Azrael has betrayed us, and she must be brought to justice!"

The room erupted into a chorus of argument and debate, with angels shouting over one another and gesturing emphatically. The air was electric with tension, and the very walls of the chamber seemed to vibrate with the intensity of the discussion.

As the meeting wore on, the atmosphere grew more heated, with angels dividing into factions and passions running high. It seemed as though the very fate of the Diamond City of Angels hung in the balance, and the council's decision would determine the course of history.

"Silence!" Metatron thundered, his voice commanding attention from the entire council. The room fell still, with all eyes fixed on the imposing figure of the Angel of War.

Metatron stood tall, his eight-foot-two frame exuding power and authority. His dark skin was adorned with intricate tattoos, and his molten silver eyes seemed to bore into the souls of those around him. Though he was one of the lesser Archangels, a member of the guild beneath the great seven, he was equally powerful and commanded respect.