REVOKE ▸ d. winchester [1] ✔

Chapter 22

Jackie's POV

"No," my father gasps from his spot on the floor. He looks so defeated and broken, and it physically hurts me to see him like that.

I watch angrily as Azrael, the angel who had ruined my life, grasps the same picture frame he had held before. The one with my mother. 

"I've got Annie out of the way," Azrael tells my father. "And you've played you're role perfectly. You've made Jackie into the flawless, complete warrior she was destined to be. But you're job is done, Tim Kaiser. And you're just going to get in the way."

The knife that had been played with between the palms of Azrael suddenly stops, and I watch as Azrael grips the handle firmly in one hand. With this, I know what's coming.

My heart seems to stop as he takes careful steps towards my father. Tim begins to fidget, his hands reaching out for something to protect himself with. But everyone in the room knows its useless, hopeless, especially myself.

"They don't think I should do this. The Garrison. Oh no, they think there's a supernatural scale that must be kept in balance. How poetic that is, hmm? But there's no point in aligning ourselves with such pathetic, useless creatures if they can't even protect themselves. They say my prophecy is bull shit-"

"It is bull shit," Tim interrupts, spitting at Azrael. Azrael kicks down on my dad's stomach to silence him, causing a groan of pain to ring out.

"It's not bull shit! They're so ignorant- they don't see it. They don't see the potential of the prophecy. I'm the one who interpreted it. I am the one who will put it into action, and the one who will be in top in the end. There's a reason I'm called the Angel of Death!"

By the end, Azrael is yelling, standing over my dad with him in some type of telekinetic hold.

"I have a message for them. I'll give it to you, though. I don't think they're going to be up for a chit chat with me. They were never really that type at any point throughout the millennia, especially with me."

Abruptly, he pulls my dad up and shoves him against the wall, unable to move at all. With the unusual knife, he slices open the front of his shirt, and runs the blade across his chest.

"You can't make her do anything," Tim whispers through the pain, defending me. "She won't be some stupid pawn in your game."

"Oh, this is so much more than a game." He laughs that god awful laugh again.

Azrael swifty brings the knife down, the tip drawing blood. I watch, my eyes filling with tears of anger, as my dad yells in pain. Azrael begins speaking gibberish as he does this, going on and on about the prophecy.

Screams can be heard from the speakers, along with the barking of Zeke. We all watch in horror as the sigil is carved into his skin, Tim not able to do a single thing to stop it. I can hardly watch, yet through the tears that threaten to fall, I can clearly see the blood and anguish of my father.

Once Azrael has finished, he steps back and looks down at his work. My dad had fallen to the floor, unmoving. Azrael let's out one last menacing laugh. You can see him let out a breath and closing his eyes, he tilts his head back, smiling.

"I'm coming, Jackie Kaiser."

I hadn't yet come to realization with the reality of everything. But at those words, my tears finally fall. My elbows stiffly hit the desk, my fingers grasping at my hair.

And out of the corner of my blurry vision, I see Azrael's exit playing on the screen. His hands fly out to the sides of him, and instantaneously, the walls of the room burst up in treachorous flames. With a blue flash, the angel disappears, leaving behind a burning home, a lifeless father, and a helpless German Shepherd.