CASTIEL'S REQUIEM

Chapter 36: Attack II

Dedicated to MissAgataaa

"We are under attack!" Bastiel yells through the mic, his voice trembling with fear. The angel's eyes scan the horizon, and his heart sinks as he sees the Golden City of Angels being overrun by hordes of demons. The once-peaceful streets are now a battleground, with angels fighting for their lives against the relentless onslaught.

From his watchtower office, Bastiel can see the demons pouring in like a dark tide, their weapons at the ready. He recognizes the strange energies emanating from the weapons, and his heart races with a growing sense of dread. Those weapons are designed specifically for angels, and he knows that his people are in grave danger.

With a swift motion, Bastiel dons his armor, the golden plates clicking into place as he prepares for battle. He reaches for his trusty samurai, hanging on the front door, but as he grasps the hilt, he focuses his thoughts and wills the weapon to change. In an instant, the samurai transforms into a sleek RPG, its barrel glowing with a fierce blue light.

Without hesitation, Bastiel launches himself into the air, his wings beating fiercely as he soars towards the fray. He takes aim at a troop of scaly red demons, their eyes glowing like embers as they charge towards him. With a fierce cry, he fires the RPG, unleashing a blast of energy that engulfs the demons, reducing them to ashes.

The angel's eyes blaze with determination as he banks and turns, his wings carrying him towards the Archangel Cathedral. He can see the demons closing in on the sacred building, their weapons trained on the very heart of the angelic stronghold. Bastiel's heart races with a fierce resolve: he will not let the demons desecrate the cathedral, not while he still draws breath.

—_—

Caz dodged another bullet, her reflexes honed to a razor's edge as she avoided the projectile by a hair's breadth. She couldn't understand why her powers were failing her - her reapers and ravens, her weapons, all seemed beyond her reach. It was as if she had been stripped of her abilities, leaving her vulnerable and exposed.

She spared a quick glance at Uriel, who was struggling to defend herself against the hail of bullets. The angel's wings were battered, her eyes flashing with pain as she stumbled backward. Caz's heart raced with concern - they were at a disadvantage, and she knew they had to act fast.

"You can't get away from me!" Asmodeus taunted from the other side of the hotel lobby, his voice dripping with malice.

"Watch me do that, asshole!" Caz yelled back, her voice laced with defiance. She darted behind a potted plant, using it as cover as she frantically searched for a solution. She needed to come up with something, and fast, or they would both be toast.

As she peeked around the plant, she spotted a glint of metal on the floor - a small dagger, abandoned in the chaos. Without hesitation, Caz snatched up the weapon, its familiar weight a comfort in her hand. It wasn't much, but it was better than nothing. She took a deep breath, her mind racing with a plan. It was time to take the fight to Asmodeus and protect Uriel at all costs.

A series of gunshots echoed through the air, the soldiers firing indiscriminately in Castiel's direction. Caz knew she had to act fast - if she stayed where she was, she'd be an easy target. Without hesitation, she jumped off the balcony, free-falling thirty-two stories to the ground below. She landed gracefully on the balls of her feet, her eyes scanning the area as she took cover behind a nearby fountain.

A couple who had been kissing on the gardens nearby let out a startled yelp as Caz suddenly appeared before them. They quickly scrambled to their feet and beat a hasty retreat, casting nervous glances over their shoulders.

Uriel landed silently beside Caz, her wings fluttering briefly before she tucked them out of sight. "Hey Caz, I'll attack from the left and you from the right," she whispered, her eyes locked on the hotel entrance. "We need to get weapons."

Caz nodded, her mind racing with strategy. "Got it."

Just then, a woman who had been watching from a nearby bench shook her head, her expression a mix of confusion and disdain when she saw Castiel talking to an invisible Uriel. "What's wrong with you rich people?" she muttered, glaring at Caz before storming off. "You're all crazy!"

Caz rolled her eyes, her focus already shifting back to the task at hand. She knew they had to move fast - Asmodeus and his minions wouldn't hesitate to strike again. She exchanged a brief glance with Uriel, and then they were off, moving stealthily towards the hotel entrance, ready to take on whatever lay ahead.

—_—

Asmodeus knew Castiel's powers were bound, thanks to intel from the Golden City. He had amassed a formidable arsenal from the city's armory, courtesy of his master's influence. Plan D was unfolding flawlessly, and he was convinced Lucifer no longer needed Castiel. With her abilities suppressed, Asmodeus saw an opportunity to eliminate her and claim the role his master had destined for her. He envisioned a triumvirate of power, with Lucifer ruling Heaven, Earth, and Hell, and himself as the new master of Hell.

However, his triumphant reverie was shattered by a sudden gunshot and a cry of pain. Asmodeus turned to behold Death, wielding an XM250 machine gun, cutting down his demons with ruthless efficiency. The tide of battle shifted in an instant, and Asmodeus realized his miscalculation. Castiel was a force to be reckoned with, even without her powers.

A bullet whizzed past his ear, snapping him back to reality. He retreated, firing his Heckler and Koch VP9 pistol at the advancing angels. Castiel and Uriel fought in perfect sync, their ferocity sending shivers down his spine. Asmodeus knew he was doomed.

"Got nowhere to hide, demon," Castiel sneered, her gun trained on his forehead.

Uriel finished off the last demon, and Asmodeus closed his eyes, resigned to his fate. The gun went off, and everything went black.

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