Angelica Kills Angels

Chapter 3

CASTIEL

The next day we all met in the Hearing room and I was supposed to kneel to Rafael. I didn't. I challenged him for power instead, and then he stabbed at me and we began to fight. Then his lieutenant stabbed at Angela. She quickly blocked and countered, and with that the fighting broke out. Angels were forced to choose sides in a split second as friends turned on each other, my family at war. Battle isn’t wonderful and regal and glorious. It’s messy and painful and makes you hurt. A deep burning inside you heart that gnaws at you.

Rafael and his followers eventually fled the Citadel, leaving it to my side. My side. It sounds so wrong. Angels were dead all around the room. I looked at my fallen family, but couldn’t find Angela anywhere. Then I saw her. She was in a short gold tunic with black harem pants and her armor from the day before. She was cut in several places on her upper arms and grace was leaking out of her. She didn’t seem fazed and was speaking to a wounded brother of mine. He was wounded badly and Angela seemed to be instructing him on how to mend the wound. He nodded and walked away as she looked around.

“I warned you.” Laura said as she walked up to Angela. “It could have been clean and orderly. Just Castiel versus Rafael. But no. You wanted full out war.” She hissed. Angela sighed.

“It was a duel. Cas and Raf were fighting, just them, and then that idiot attacked me.” She said pointing to a dead body not too far away. “It would have been the same with a formal challenge. Raf would have cheated and even more of Cas’ supporters would have died.

“Who do you think you are?” Laura hissed at her. “You come in here with stolen grace and act like a queen, treat Castiel like a human. Who do you think you are?” She repeated. Angela smiled sleepily.

“I’m the human who he drove mad. The girl whose mother died because she couldn’t see by beholding the grace of an angel. I’m the impossible child in an impossible coupling made from stolen grace and angel kisses. I’m a hunter. I’m a Singer. And above all, I’m a Winchester. What the Hell did you expect?” She said in a dry voice. The room shook and she walked over to me, leaving a shocked Laura behind. She slipped under my arm and we made our way to a crowd of injured angels.

Bit much don’t you think? I asked her. She smiled.

Laura doesn’t like me. I don’t really care but she does need to respect me to some degree. The only way for her to do that is to understand me. She thought. I smiled a bit and helped my siblings. The first battle we lost ten angels, Rafael lost eight. It was small compared to what happened after, considering the sheer amount of angels. But I ached for all of my lost siblings. Especially Balthazar. He was my closest friend and he was just dead. I mourned him along with the rest of our kind, but there was no time for mourning after that first day. Heaven was at war. And I was to blame.

That first horrible day was busy. Angela was busy healing people and organizing our defenses, while I prepared for battle. A few of the generals who stayed with us helped me prepare, we turned the Hearing Room into a council chamber, bringing in a pedestal with a map of all of heaven. According to the enchantment, Rafael was in the northernmost part of heaven, but his presence was quickly fading, Enochian sigils hiding him from us. I sighed. War was coming and we had no idea who was where.

It was at this time when my Generals and I were trying to think of what places were safe for camps when Angela burst in. She was still in the tunic, but she had taken her hair down and it was spread out in a wave of black behind her. She ran in, a few women running after her. She walked up to the map and closed her eyes, plunging her hand into the map. She began to glow, grace gathering at her temples. She moved her hand slowly across the map, all of us watching in confusion She suddenly gasped and began mumbling under her breath quickly. Suddenly small red dots started appearing where we last saw Rafael.

She pulled her hand out and looked at the board. She laughed and walked out. I stared. What just happened? I followed her through the halls, my wings tucked against my back so I would move faster. She looked over her shoulder at me and grinned.

“What? You needed to see him and I could find him. I went to see dad and he looked up a spell that would show you your enemies on any map as long as you had a psychic who could find them. My dad is amazing. You married into the right family.” She said with a grin. I smiled at her and we continued to the infirmary. We passed a Messenger and she watched him carefully. “He looks familiar.” She mumbled. I nodded and we entered the infirmary.

Angels were being healed left and right and Messengers were taking notes and giving them to healers, trying to keep everything in order. One of them dashed to the window and leaped out, twisting half way through the air and transforming into a pure white falcon. Angela gasped in shock. Then she slapped me. I looked at her in confusion. Why did she do that?

“You gave me a spy for my birthday.” She said grumpily, referring to the Messenger I had sent to protect her the year we first met. Moriarty Mostofelees was a close friend of mine and he was more than happy to protect her, but I called him away to help me when things went downhill. He had disappeared from her life, and now…

“Mi-Lady!” came a cry from the far side of the room. There was a flurry of white and Mostofelees was hugging Angela fiercely and she was laughing as she hugged him back. He wore the standard white pants and shirt along with the feathered cloak of all Messengers that they must always have with them.

“MOMO! I missed you! Where were you?” Angela asked pulling back from him.

“Mi-Lord called on me. He required my assistance with some matter of import and I was neglect in finding time to return to thine side. Most deep apologies, Mistress.” He said with a deep bow. Angela laughed, high and musical and I felt the smile tug at my face. Mostofelees was called away for some work and Angela made to go over and help the healers. When I tried to follow her she placed one hand on my chest over my heart to stop me.

“Oh no you don’t! You are the fearless leader of the rebellion. You cannot be following me around like you usually do. Go prepare for battle, Fearless Leader.” She said with a grin. She pressed her forehead onto mine and ran a finger down my jaw line. Shivers shot up my spine and I felt the Lust rise up in me. I shoved it down. She laughed and walked away, leaving me quite lost in the hustle and bustle of the infirmary.

I returned to the Conference room and spent the afternoon with my advisors planning strategies and tactical moves. I should have taken a break, or gone to see Angela in all that time. I tried, but she was busy and I didn’t want to bother her. I should have. I should have grabbed her and ran. But I didn’t. We should have sat down and talked, but I was drunk with power, and didn’t know how to do it, so I decided to try to do something stupid that would prove I was strong enough to lead. Went to hell and yanked out Sam.

I left him outside Dean’s house. Thinking he would go in, but he didn’t. Something was wrong, but I thought he was just being kind. Dean had a life now and Sam knew he always wanted that. So I thought it was all going to be fine. I left to tell Angela the good news, but I realized my mistake too late. I returned to heaven, to find everyone running around in fear and confusion. What had happened? Angela suddenly came charging down the hall, Mostofelees on her tail with two angel blades in each hand, talking to him quickly.

“-And make sure that the people are safe. If the citizens of heaven get caught in the crossfire then we will be royally screwed!” she said running up to me. She handed me two of the knives and I followed her through the hall of the citadel to the vast entry chamber. There was utter chaos everywhere, angels battling. There was a flash of light and an angel dropped dead.

“How did they get in?” I asked quickly. Angela snorted.

“Get in? Cas, your rebellion has rebels in it. They don’t like the idea of you leading, think you don’t have any control. Your side is falling apart. Prove you can lead them or everyone here dies.” She said I saw for the first time that, indeed, my allies were fighting each other. I rubbed my face and turned to Angela.

“Angela, I can’t do this. Help me.” I said softly. She sighed and thought for a moment. ‘I have an idea.” She suddenly screamed and fell to the ground. There was plenty of yells and loud sounds, but Angela leaked out her angel’s voice, making the room vibrate and the glass and crystals in the chandelier shiver and shake. I looked at her in surprise, and she winked, closing her eyes and pretending she was knocked out. I had no clue what to do, until I felt her mind nudging mine aside.

Let me in. Trust me Castiel. She said and I let go