[otc] there's gonna be a blackout tonight
Anna is theres_stillme, with kind of permission. Hah!
The sky shakes and pours with the pressure in the atmosphere above the barren deserts. Here, in the wide space of nothing, rain is a rare occurrence. Tonight it falls in gallons as if the very oceans are pouring into the sand. Even as thunder drowns out the sound of battle, lightning rips across the sky to illuminate the silhouettes of the fighting and fallen soldiers of the armies of heaven and hell.
Castiel is first on the field with two of his brethren. They flank him as he descends upon the filth of hell and cuts the first clean in two - the black smoke fizzles and crawls away like termites running from the pesticides of an exterminator. Fury flares in his eyes as he cuts through another, and again. The angel to his right falls, his vessel's knees cut into the ground as bright light makes the lightning look like a weak flashlight in the dusk of the end of another day. He abruptly changes course, charging toward his brother's killer and pushing his hand into its chest. He doesn't smile for the revenge; the only movement in his face is a subtle twitch of his eyebrows from concentrating.
Here, there is no wavering or choices to make based on his judgments and observations. There is only God's side and the wrong side, and everyone is clearly marked - God's soldiers shine with righteousness and faith while the defiled cockroaches of hell cower in the dark before them. This is what he was made for, this execution of will, the execution of those who would reject the Lord and all his creations.
The air smells acrid, sulfuric and it clots his vessel's throat though he isn't breathing. Castiel is being put upon, surrounded by twenty-plus demons closing in on him and cutting him off from the angels finally coming to help him clean this nest out. He turns slowly around, standing up straighter and seeming to grow several feet while his wings begin to unfold out behind him. He pulls a thick white sword from nowhere and this time he does smile, a twitch of his lips before it is gone and he is burying the sword into the ground.
Fire radiates out in a circle; Castiel is at the center, as the blue flames wave out underneath his opponents and swallows them up in the fire of his power. In seconds, he pulls the sword back out and begins cutting his way through the remaining demons with a precision and strength that wavers when he sees reinforcements for the wrong side storming in. They are lead by a demon that he does not recognize, but its power is felt from the distance, greater than Lilith; greater than Alistair. But Castiel feels no fear, only duty.
He flanks the archangel that just led Castiel's backup in, taking the new forces head on and carving out the demons surrounding this new power. He lets his superior take point, she forcefully begins her fight with this demon - Irichiel, Castiel hears one of the demons call him. She immediately gets an upper hand, leaving Castiel comfortable to weed out the lesser demons, though with more trouble than he'd had with the others. He takes his sword to their heads one at a time now, unable to fight more at once.
The battle wears on for hours, maybe longer; both sides have felt massive losses but Castiel still pushes on. He knows something different should to be done, but he's in no position to make a call as desperate as the one he wants to make. Irichiel is still keeping pace with the archangel and it seems as though his army is ever growing, though Castiel has put hundreds of them down, and two more of his brethren have fallen.
A loud crack echoes above the din, louder than thunder and Castiel turns to see his general falling slowly to the ground with Irichiel looming over her. Real shock rips across Castiel's face as he sees the remaining two angels fall as well. He's pushed to the ground from behind, and he finally closes his eyes, accepting his fate, and letting the fleeting thought enter his mind.
A red flash and glow, and she's there in front of Irichiel, unwavering and ready to cause pain. The glint of silver she wields proves Castiel right, and with a thrust that sends it and her hands through the great demon's body, he's dissipated into the air. Castiel has returned to his feet and made his way to her at the center, past his fallen superior's corpse. She pushes Irichiel from the silver stake with her foot, his body landing in the dirt with a thud.
"Anna!" Castiel yells a warning as she's approached from behind by a crowd of demons. As soon as she turns, brandishing her new weapon, they falter and cower backward. She smiles grimly and addresses Castiel without looking away from her would-be attackers.
"I thought you might never call me," she remarks as he nears.
"I had," he pauses, piecing his words. He decides to be truthful and continues, "No choice. Thank you."
"This is the second time. Be careful not to get to close," she snaps. He stops a foot to her side and holds out one of his hands. She frowns down at it, and then looks back up at him.
"Apparently it's a greeting," he states, the barest of twinkles in his eye as she takes it. "We should clean up this mess."
"You'll never change, Cas. I'm still doing your work for you," Anna replies, the same glint in her eyes.
Prompt: OTC 44.2 "Awake, arise or be forever fallen" -Paradise Lost
The sky shakes and pours with the pressure in the atmosphere above the barren deserts. Here, in the wide space of nothing, rain is a rare occurrence. Tonight it falls in gallons as if the very oceans are pouring into the sand. Even as thunder drowns out the sound of battle, lightning rips across the sky to illuminate the silhouettes of the fighting and fallen soldiers of the armies of heaven and hell.
Castiel is first on the field with two of his brethren. They flank him as he descends upon the filth of hell and cuts the first clean in two - the black smoke fizzles and crawls away like termites running from the pesticides of an exterminator. Fury flares in his eyes as he cuts through another, and again. The angel to his right falls, his vessel's knees cut into the ground as bright light makes the lightning look like a weak flashlight in the dusk of the end of another day. He abruptly changes course, charging toward his brother's killer and pushing his hand into its chest. He doesn't smile for the revenge; the only movement in his face is a subtle twitch of his eyebrows from concentrating.
Here, there is no wavering or choices to make based on his judgments and observations. There is only God's side and the wrong side, and everyone is clearly marked - God's soldiers shine with righteousness and faith while the defiled cockroaches of hell cower in the dark before them. This is what he was made for, this execution of will, the execution of those who would reject the Lord and all his creations.
The air smells acrid, sulfuric and it clots his vessel's throat though he isn't breathing. Castiel is being put upon, surrounded by twenty-plus demons closing in on him and cutting him off from the angels finally coming to help him clean this nest out. He turns slowly around, standing up straighter and seeming to grow several feet while his wings begin to unfold out behind him. He pulls a thick white sword from nowhere and this time he does smile, a twitch of his lips before it is gone and he is burying the sword into the ground.
Fire radiates out in a circle; Castiel is at the center, as the blue flames wave out underneath his opponents and swallows them up in the fire of his power. In seconds, he pulls the sword back out and begins cutting his way through the remaining demons with a precision and strength that wavers when he sees reinforcements for the wrong side storming in. They are lead by a demon that he does not recognize, but its power is felt from the distance, greater than Lilith; greater than Alistair. But Castiel feels no fear, only duty.
He flanks the archangel that just led Castiel's backup in, taking the new forces head on and carving out the demons surrounding this new power. He lets his superior take point, she forcefully begins her fight with this demon - Irichiel, Castiel hears one of the demons call him. She immediately gets an upper hand, leaving Castiel comfortable to weed out the lesser demons, though with more trouble than he'd had with the others. He takes his sword to their heads one at a time now, unable to fight more at once.
The battle wears on for hours, maybe longer; both sides have felt massive losses but Castiel still pushes on. He knows something different should to be done, but he's in no position to make a call as desperate as the one he wants to make. Irichiel is still keeping pace with the archangel and it seems as though his army is ever growing, though Castiel has put hundreds of them down, and two more of his brethren have fallen.
A loud crack echoes above the din, louder than thunder and Castiel turns to see his general falling slowly to the ground with Irichiel looming over her. Real shock rips across Castiel's face as he sees the remaining two angels fall as well. He's pushed to the ground from behind, and he finally closes his eyes, accepting his fate, and letting the fleeting thought enter his mind.
A red flash and glow, and she's there in front of Irichiel, unwavering and ready to cause pain. The glint of silver she wields proves Castiel right, and with a thrust that sends it and her hands through the great demon's body, he's dissipated into the air. Castiel has returned to his feet and made his way to her at the center, past his fallen superior's corpse. She pushes Irichiel from the silver stake with her foot, his body landing in the dirt with a thud.
"Anna!" Castiel yells a warning as she's approached from behind by a crowd of demons. As soon as she turns, brandishing her new weapon, they falter and cower backward. She smiles grimly and addresses Castiel without looking away from her would-be attackers.
"I thought you might never call me," she remarks as he nears.
"I had," he pauses, piecing his words. He decides to be truthful and continues, "No choice. Thank you."
"This is the second time. Be careful not to get to close," she snaps. He stops a foot to her side and holds out one of his hands. She frowns down at it, and then looks back up at him.
"Apparently it's a greeting," he states, the barest of twinkles in his eye as she takes it. "We should clean up this mess."
"You'll never change, Cas. I'm still doing your work for you," Anna replies, the same glint in her eyes.
Prompt: OTC 44.2 "Awake, arise or be forever fallen" -Paradise Lost