SPN fic: 'Meditations on Existence as a Multidimensional Wave of Celestial Intent'

Oct 26, 2010 06:58

Title: Meditations on Existence as a Multidimensional Wave of Celestial Intent
Character: Castiel
Rating: PG, gen
Author's Notes: Written for the spnland 'Day to Day' diary challenge. Thanks to panther_kitten for the beta.
Length: 375 words
Disclaimer: These characters belong to the CW.
Spoilers/Warnings: Spoilers for 6x03.
Summary: The song of Heaven grows discordant.

2nd Chorus since the Fall of Michael
Sam Winchester is out of the cage. None among us know how or why. The uncertainty has sent the garrisons spiraling into chaos. Many of the celestial spheres are completely inaccessible. There is destructive interference among my brothers. The song of Heaven grows discordant.

3rd Chorus since the Fall of Michael
The Archangel Raphael has imposed order by recruiting a significant cadre of angels to support him in his bid to restart the Apocalypse in what he terms ‘obedience to the Divine Plan.’ I have become a central figure among those opposing Raphael’s forces, primarily because Joshua has spread word of my miraculous twofold return from the Void. I find the rapturous attention of my brethren rather disturbing.

5th Chorus since the Fall of Michael
Raphael has begun a series of personal attacks, accusing me of flouting Divine Will, inciting the Michael Sword to rebel, and attacking Michael himself with holy fire. Since the second and third charges are true, and the first a matter of interpretation, I have kept silent upon the matter.

7th Chorus since the Fall of Michael
Raphael’s vicious rhetoric regarding humans reminds me of Uriel at his worst. Some of my supporters claim that my ‘victory over Michael’ is evidence of my true love for our Father, and the righteousness of our cause. I have stood beside righteous men. I have seen their love overpower destiny and the combined forces of Heaven and Hell. I can claim no such virtue. There’s a reason they are His favorites.

11th Chorus since the Fall of Michael - October 8th, 2011
I had nearly forgotten the thrill of Dean Winchester’s prayers. He and Sam have returned to the hunt. Raphael has lost his vessel, but he and his followers remain dedicated to the destruction of our Father’s greatest creation. Balthazar lives. He has stolen holy relics and traffics in human souls with no greater purpose than the pursuit of his own pleasure. He claims to be following in my footsteps. I wonder how many of my missing brothers might be found in bazaars, crossroads, and brothels.

We are lost. We seek His face, but He has turned from us. Oh YHWH, we are lost.

gen, snippet, supernatural, castiel, fic

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