CASTIEL'S REQUIEM

Chapter 51: World War III

Uriel fought with unbridled ferocity, her movements lacking finesse but making up for it with precision and brute strength. She cut down demons with a thunderous roar, her sword slicing through them like grass. As she fought, her sister's army that had joined the battle stood alongside her, their combined strength pushing back against the demonic horde.

But despite their valiant efforts, both sides were growing weak. The death soldiers, leaderless and demotivated, began to falter. Uriel, however, refused to yield. She took to the skies, dodging a weapon aimed at her and engaging the demon who had fired it. Their exchange was swift and deadly, Uriel's sword flashing in the light as she parried and riposted.

With a swift maneuver, she faked a move to the left, and the demon followed, leaving himself open to her counterattack. Uriel seized the opportunity, plunging her sword into the demon's skull and detaching it from its body.

As she stood victorious, Uriel's gaze fell upon a sight that made her blood run cold. Over a thousand warships, their colors bearing the emblem of Arrys, were speeding towards the coastlines from the Atlantic Ocean. But as they approached the shore, each ship vanished into an invisible portal.

Distracted by this bizarre sight, Uriel was startled by the sound of a trumpet. The ground shook beneath her feet as violent tremblings began, cracks opening in the earth to release black wraiths with ghostly red eyes. The wraiths locked eyes with the death soldiers, causing them to scatter in terror across the battlefield.

And then, a new rumbling began, a sound like the wailings of a great beast rising from beneath the earth. Uriel's heart raced with foreboding as she realized that something ancient and evil was stirring, something that threatened to change the course of the battle.

The cold black flames erupted from the cracks in the earth, spreading rapidly and consuming everything in their path. The reapers and ravens were engulfed, their screams echoing through the air as the flames devoured them. The stench of burning flesh and death filled the air, a morbid reminder of the horror unfolding.

Frost formed on the ground as the eternal flames burned through the death soldiers' skins, a chilling testament to their hellish origin. The very fabric of reality seemed to be unraveling, as if hell itself had been brought to earth.

Uriel knew that this imbalance signaled a new, stronger evil had risen from the depths. She flew out of the battlefield, racing against time to reach DC and find Castiel. The cracks were widening, spreading at the speed of sound, and she knew she had to act fast.

The wraiths, hot on her heels, slaughtered everything in their path, their ghostly red eyes fixed on Uriel. But she had one advantage - they couldn't fly. She soared through the skies, her heart pounding with urgency, as the wraiths pursued her on foot.

The fate of the world hung in the balance, and Uriel knew she was running out of time. She had to find Castiel.

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The dark storm descended upon Dawn City, its fury unrelenting. Lightning illuminated the dark sky, striking random targets with deafening cracks. The wind howled, uprooting trees and knocking down poles, leaving destruction in its wake. And yet, it was December 24th, a day that should have brought joy and celebration, not chaos and terror.

The previous night's snowfall seemed like a distant memory as the skies grew darker, threatening to unleash a deluge of rain. But it was not just the storm that caused concern - a deep rumble shook the ground, like the earth itself was trying to expel some ancient evil.

The thunderous noise grew louder, and then, in an instant, huge craters formed in the earth, spewing forth wraiths into the atmosphere. The citizens of Dawn City screamed and ran, desperate to escape the horror unfolding before their eyes.

Castiel stood atop the Ravencorp skyscraper, her brow furrowed in concern, as she watched the chaos erupt. "What the heck is this?" she muttered, her eyes fixed on the mayhem below.

And then, a figure appeared in the skies, plummeting towards the rooftops with a loud gasp. Castiel's eyes widened as the figure crashed onto the rooftop, struggling to catch their breath. It was Uriel, her sister, her eyes wild with fear and urgency.

"Wraiths!" Uriel yelled above the rumblings, her voice laced with urgency.

Castiel froze, then sprang into action, pulling out her duo swords. She glanced at her sister, who was limping, and asked, "My soldiers?"

Uriel's response was barely audible, "All gone, they destroyed them all."

Castiel nodded grimly, knowing the wraiths were a force to be reckoned with. They were lethal, fast, and soul destroyers, serving only one master - Darkness. A force nearly as strong as El himself.

The angelic race had long been the stronger, but wars had weakened them, allowing darkness to rise. The wraiths' resurgence indicated an imbalance in the outer realms, and Castiel suspected Samael-Lucifer was behind it.

"Go into the building, it's a shield I built for this day," Castiel instructed Uriel. "I'll call back my remaining soldiers in hell to return."

Uriel looked concerned, "And what are you gonna do?"

Castiel's expression turned fierce, "I'mma take care of this bad boys myself. Now, send out word to the president, tell her to stay safe and to everyone to hide in any Ravencorp building."

With that, Castiel flew off, ready to face the wraiths and restore balance to the realms.

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