CASTIEL'S REQUIEM

Chapter 37: Death and Death

The battle raged on, with angels and demons clashing in a frenzy of steel, fire, and feathers. The air was thick with the smell of blood and smoke, and the silver asphalt was now a canvas of golden and green blood, a grim testament to the ferocity of the fight.

Saraquiel's voice boomed across the battlefield, her soft tone a stark contrast to the chaos around her. "What's going on here?" she thundered, her eyes scanning the carnage.

But no one answered, too caught up in the frenzy of combat to respond. Saraquiel's gaze fell upon Bastiel, only to find him missing. Her eyes narrowed, concern etched on her face. "Where's Metatron?" she demanded, spotting Raquel in the midst of the battle.

Raquel's response was brief, her focus fixed on the demons she was fighting. "Off to the human realms, I think. There's a war going on."

Saraquiel's expression turned grim, her eyes flashing with determination. With a swift motion, she joined Raquel in the fray, her sword slicing through the demon ranks with deadly precision. The battle raged on, with no end in sight.
"I need you to find the new angel of Death Raq, I'll handle this" she instructed  while pulling out her sword. If angels and demons were dying then it meant there was a new Death and she needed him or her ASAP. Raquel moves her sword cutting off a reptilian demon's neck then casts Saraquiel a quick glance. " That's the problem"Raquel said "There is no new Death."

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Castiel's boots crunched on the lifeless body of Asmodeus, formerly Paul Landon, as she gazed up at Uriel with a sense of urgency. "Uriel, I need you to fly me to Dawn city, now," she said, her voice firm and resolute.

Uriel's expression twisted in confusion. "What? Why? What's going on, Castiel?" she asked, her wings fluttering slightly as she hovered in mid-air.

Castiel's eyes locked onto Uriel's, her gaze intense. "Just check this out," she said, holding up a small, glowing screen. The video clip playing on it showed Cariel, her former ally, leading an army of angels in a ruthless destruction of Dawn city. The audio captured Cariel's menacing words, her voice dripping with malice. "If Castiel doesn't show up, we'll reduce this city to ashes, and then we'll come for the rest of them."

Uriel's eyes widened as she grasped the gravity of the situation. "I still don't get why you need me to fly you, though," she said, her brow furrowed in concern.

Castiel's jaw clenched, her eyes flashing with frustration. "Because, Uriel, I believe my powers are bound. I can't even feel my grace. I'm almost as weak as a human. If I'm going to have any chance of stopping Cariel and saving Dawn city, I need your help."

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Amelia was half-lying on her plush pink couch, surrounded by soft cushions and a faux fur throw, her e-reader clutched in her hand. She was engrossed in a werewolf romance she'd found on an online reading app, the words blurring together as her mind wandered. Her apartment was a cozy haven, filled with the warm glow of table lamps and the sweet scent of fresh flowers.

"I love you, Xavier," Lola said to the dark, brooding alpha, who turned all smiles at the voice of his mate. The End. "Gross, who likes to be bound to a broody asshole?" Amelia read out loud in disgust, rolling her eyes. She tossed her e-reader aside, relieved to be done with the cheesy story.

Just as she was about to settle in for a relaxing evening, her cellphone rang, shattering the peaceful atmosphere. She groaned, getting up from the couch to answer it. "Hello?" she said, her voice slightly annoyed, her eyes fixed on the sleek, modern furniture and the vibrant artwork adorning her walls.

Amelia groggily reached for her phone, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. "Who'd be calling me by this ungodly hour?" she grumbled, her voice husky with sleep. She squinted at the screen, her eyes widening in annoyance as she saw the unknown number flashing on her screen, the caller ID displaying "Staunton Island".

"Listen up, weirdo," she yelled into the phone, her patience worn thin, "I don't care if you're the president of America or the King of England, just leave me alone!" But then, something made her hesitate. Maybe it was the persistence of the caller, or maybe it was her own curiosity.

Whatever the reason, Amelia changed her mind and picked up the call. "What?" she snapped, her tone still gruff. And that's when she heard it - the voice of Castiel, her boss, on the other end of the line. Amelia's eyes widened in surprise as she realized who was on the other end of the call. "Ms. Wellington, I mean, Cordy?" she stuttered, her tone quickly changing from annoyance to professionalism.

Her boss's words were laced with urgency and a hint of panic. "For some reason, I can't summon my Reapers and ravens. Get me Tsang Li, Obi, and everyone on my board of directors and get your asses down to Dawn city in ten, or you're all fired!" Castiel's voice was stern and commanding, leaving no room for argument.

As soon as the call ended, Amelia let out a string of curses. "Damn, the witch is back," she muttered to herself, already knowing that her life was about to get a whole lot more complicated. With a sigh, she quickly got up, and got to summoning those her boss had requested.

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