CASTIEL'S REQUIEM

CHAPTER 44- Once upon a time in given III

Samael emerged from the
shimmering portal, beholding the breathtaking realm of Given, a world of unparalleled beauty, rivaling even the Golden City's splendor. The landscape unfolded like a canvas of wonder, with silver sands that stretched towards the horizon, punctuated by glittering veins of precious minerals. The sky above was a deep, rich green, and the sun shone with a soft, ethereal purple light, never dipping below the horizon.

Given was a realm of ancient magic, where the air vibrated with mystical energy, and the land itself seemed alive. Towering crystal spires pierced the sky, their facets glinting with an inner light. Lush forests of iridescent trees stretched towards the horizon, their leaves shimmering with a kaleidoscope of colors. Majestic dragons soared through the skies, their scales glinting like diamonds, while elves and white witches moved with grace and purpose, their footsteps quiet on the silver sands.

The Givens, citizens of this enchanted realm, were a testament to its wonders. Strong and resilient, they possessed a deep connection to the land and its magic, making them nearly as powerful as angels. Immortal, unless felled by the rare and feared Death weapons and relics, they lived in harmony with the realm's creatures, from the noble beasts of the wild to the shape-shifters, who roamed free in their various forms.

As Samael's gaze swept across this marvel, his heart swelled with ambition. With his loyal legion of angels, he would claim this realm, bending its magic and wonders to his will. The Givens, with their ancient wisdom and strength, would become his subjects, and he, the supreme ruler of this shining world. The thought sent a shiver of excitement through his being, as he began his conquest of Given.
The angelic horde descended upon Given, their battle cries echoed across the realm, striking fear into the hearts of its inhabitants. Marveseus, a seasoned warrior and brother of Metatron, led the charge, his voice ringing out as he gave the order to attack. The angels poured into the cities, villages, and countryside, leaving destruction and chaos in their wake.

The Givens, though valiant in their defense, were vastly outnumbered and outmatched. Despite their bravery, they fell before the angelic onslaught, their bodies littering the silver sands. Angels too fell, their forms dissolving into nothingness as they succumbed to the ferocity of the Givens' resistance.

As the battle raged on, Samael watched with an air of detachment, his smirk growing wider with each passing moment. With a wave of his hand, angels of fire unleashed their fury upon the realm, reducing the once-beautiful landscape to a smoldering wasteland. The Tree of Life, a symbol of the realm's ancient magic, stood alone, untouched and unscathed, its presence a testament to the enduring power of Given.

With the realm conquered, Samael's ambition swelled. He would soon be hailed as Lucifer, the conqueror, his name etched into the annals of history. As the portal back to the Golden City began to close, Samael reached out to Cariel, but a shadowy figure, bearing an uncanny resemblance to Castiel, intervened, pushing Cariel back into the desolate wasteland. The portal shut, leaving Cariel stranded, her kin disappearing into the distance, abandoning her to the ruins of Given.

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