CASTIEL'S REQUIEM

Chapter 52: World War III Part II

The city lay in ruins, its once vibrant streets now a desolate expanse of destruction. The wraiths' relentless onslaught had left Dawn City with an apocalyptic landscape, as if the very fabric of reality had been torn apart. Thunder boomed in the darkened skies, a primal roar that echoed the chaos below.

Castiel stood in the city square, her eyes scanning the devastation. She grasped weapons she had never used before, gifts from Immanuel via Rafael. These new swords felt strange, yet familiar, as if they had been forged for this very moment.

As she surveyed the city, Castiel's gaze fell upon the ravaged homes, charred cars, and lifeless bodies. The humans, pets, and animals all shared a ghastly appearance, their souls ripped from their bodies and destroyed. The city resembled a zombie-infested wasteland, a testament to the wraiths' merciless destruction.

The streets were eerily calm, punctuated only by the occasional groans and growls of the wraiths and the cries of their victims. Castiel, uncharacteristically cautious, refrained from charging into danger, aware that the wraiths could end her forever.

Suddenly, a feminine voice rang out, filled with false bravado, "I cast you into the fiery pits, you evil workers of the devil, go to hell where you belong in Jesus' name!" Castiel's eyes landed on a nun, holding a large golden crucifix, shielding a group of children beneath her bosom. The nun's determination was admirable, but Castiel knew it was the crucifix, not her prayers, that kept the wraiths at bay.

The gold crucifix, blessed by El or Immanuel, was the only thing that could repel and destroy the wraiths. Castiel chuckled, a mixture of amusement and respect for the nun's bravery. The nun, unaware of the true nature of the wraiths, believed her prayers were protecting her and the children, but Castiel knew the truth. The crucifix was their only hope, a tangible symbol of divine power in a world gone mad.

Castiel's chuckle alerted the wraiths to her presence, and she spread her wings, grinning mischievously. The nun's eyes widened as she took in Castiel's angelic form.

"Come on, guys, I'm sure you don't want to waste your time fighting weak, defenseless humans. How about fighting an armed angel?" Castiel taunted, her smirk daring the wraiths to attack.

The wraiths turned towards her, baring their fangs, and moved in unison, their eyes fixed on Castiel. "Kiilllll aaannn angeeel!" they chanted, their voices a chilling refrain.

Castiel's eyes widened as she saw the sheer number of wraiths approaching her. It was as if every wraith in the underworld had awakened. "Kiilllll Azrael! Kiilllll El's weapon!" they chanted, their voices growing louder.

"Go, sister, go to the Ravencorp buildings, you'll be safe there!" Castiel yelled to the nun, before pressing a button on her watch. A golden supersuit covered her body, and a golden helmet covered her face, transforming her into a warrior angel, reminiscent of Mikhael.

The wraiths attacked as soon as her protective gear was in place. With a swift swing of her sword, Castiel cut through the first wraith, her golden suit glowing with an otherworldly light. She was ready for battle, her determination to protect the innocent and vanquish the forces of darkness burning brighter than ever.

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Thank you for the correction. Here is the revised version:

Captain Yacov Moshe crouched behind a boulder, firing shots at the Arrysian soldiers alongside his cousin, Yehoshua Yoram. The invasion of Jerusalem had caught them off guard, but Yacov's encounter with Captain Eva, aka Angel Mikhael, had prepared him for this moment.

As he fired shot after shot, Yacov darted to the other side of the battlefield, assessing the situation. His soldiers were outnumbered, with only a hundred men against the enemy's four thousand. Yet, Yacov felt a surge of confidence, believing they could still emerge victorious.