Chapter 5: The Little Seraph. (Part I)
Chapter 5: The Little Seraph (Part I)
Title: The Little Seraph (Part I)
Masterpost: For warnings and general information of the fic: http://seeking-pardon.livejournal.com/733.html
Author: Lizaredlion
Characters/Pairings: pre-Dean/Castiel, Sam, Raphael, Gabriel, Michael, Lucifer, Claire Novak, OC
Rating: NC17-M
Word Count: 5480
Warnings: Explicit sexual scenes, kidnapping.
ESPECIAL NOTE: The parts written in BLACK are words or phrases spoken in another language by the characters.
Summary: “I wonder if angels become stars when they die”
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Pontiac, Illinois
October 16, 2011
Before midnight time
She was walking with three other girls of her same age in the streets of the downtown when she noticed something in an alley. 15-year-old Claire Novak saw an indigent whose face she knew very well. He was hugging his legs against his chest, trying to protect himself from the cold weather with a few newspapers and old boxes. But behind the facial hair and the dirt she could recognize her father.
But was he really her dad?
No
He was the angel. He was the being that took her father’s body. He was the creature who took her dear dad away from her. He was Castiel.
Claire could recognize Castiel because of the look in his eyes. That ancient look wasn’t her father’s. Besides, she had Cas’ essence and grace inside her for a while, and that little time was enough to know the angel deeper and to learn a few of his most important thoughts.
But what was this celestial creature doing in that cold place? He seemed to be in pretty bad shape. What was wrong with Castiel?
Claire was trying to get close to the angel, when suddenly, an ebony-skinned woman got close to Castiel first. She talked to him, offered him food and a place to sleep, and the desperate angel went with her. They got in a big black car with dark windows and then they took off.
Claire heard the name of the person who took the angel. The name was “Raphaella”. But who was her?
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Pontiac, Illinois
October 17, 2011
Past midnight
Castiel was eating a candy bar, seating in the edge of a comfortable bed inside a mansion, while his older brother watched him with amusement.
-Thank you, lady. -said the younger angel, politely, getting away from the bed -But I have to go now.
-Where are you going, Castiel? -asked Raphael, nonchalantly -You have no place to go.
-You’re wrong, lady. -replied Castiel, serene - I have a place to go. I sleep in the same building with my friend Pat.
-A homeless? -the archangel’s tone was full of vile.
-I’m a homeless too. -Castiel was confused because of the sudden despicable attitude of his benefactor.
-You’re different, Castiel. -Raphael said while he was piercing his little brother’s eyes with his own - You are so much more. You are not like these lower creatures.
-Lower... lower creatures?
-Humans.
-I... I don’t know what you’re talking about, lady. -Castiel was getting nervous and he tore his gaze away from Raphael’s eyes.
In that instant, Castiel started to cough hard a few times and he put a hand over his chest with a grimace of pain. He went back to sit on the bed.
-What’s wrong, Castiel? -asked the archangel, staring at the lesser angel’s belly.
-It’s... it’s nothing. -answered the indigent celestial, trying to regain his composure -It’s just an old pain. Sometimes it’s in my chest, and other times it’s in my stomach, my joints or my back and shoulders. I believe that maybe they could be caused by some sort of bacteria.
-They could be parasites. -Raphael said -I suppose you have had this pain for a long time.
-For five months. -Castiel said, with trembling voice -One day I woke up and the pain started.
-Five months. -whispered Raphael, thoughtful.
Castiel was rubbing his chest with both hands, and the pained look in his eyes was not fading.
-Is it still hurting right now? -asked Raphael, getting close to the bed where Castiel was sitting, very slowly.
-Yes. I... I m-mean...no. -Castiel stuttered -its okay.
-It doesn’t seem okay to me.
-Really, I just need...
-You need rest, Castiel. -interrupted the archangel. He was almost losing his patience with his kid brother.
-No... No, I was going to say that... that I need to go. -Castiel was very weak and his voice was trembling - You gave me food and... and I’m really grateful with you for that, but right now... I have to go.
In that moment Castiel felt something sharp in his both of his shoulder blades and he screamed in pain. Cas’ hands were in his shoulders now. He wanted desperately to lay down in the bed where he was sitting, but his instincts told him that he needed to get out of that house. He didn’t know what kind of person was his benefactor, so, he couldn’t trust her. Castiel usually didn’t trust strangers, but for some reason, he was afraid of this woman in front of him.
-You are not going anywhere, Castiel.
-But... I have to...
-Sleep, Castiel. - Without warning, Raphael put two fingers in his little brother’s forehead, and then the body of the young celestial went slack in the archangel’s arms.
Raphael laid Castiel in the mattress and then he put a hand over his stomach, over the belly button. The archangel noticed that Castiel’s grace was restrained in great part, and also felt a strange disturbance inside the young celestial’s body. The superior angel had already seen those problems with his deep and powerful eyes through the lesser angel’s flesh when he was talking with him, but he needed to touch the body to feel the possible damages or infections. With that information, he could have at least a few ideas about what was happening to the fallen angel.
In that moment, four angels dressed in dark suits appeared behind Raphael. They were two young adults, one male and one female, and two middle-aged individuals, man and woman.
-Take Castiel to the basement and put him over the table in the lab. -ordered Raphael, without taking his eyes off of the sick angel.
-Is he really Castiel, Master? -asked the young woman who had merciful grey eyes. She had tan skin and dark hair. She was watching carefully at the sleeping angel’s face and then she looked at his stomach and noticed the same disturbance that Raphael had seen and felt in the humanized angel.
-Yes, he is, Amedeah. -answer Raphael flatly. -He’s dirty and malnourished, but it’s him.
-He looks terrible. -said worridely the young man of the group. He had dark blond hair and pale blue eyes.
-His grace is tainted, Zadkiel. -said the middle aged man. He had grey hair and blue eyes -It’s perturbing his angelic essence and his human body.
-I can see that, Jeremiel. -Zadkiel got close to Castiel to study his chest while Raphael was still with his hand over Cas’ stomach.
-Such a disgusting creature he is! -said the middle-aged woman. Her brown eyes were full of disgust and hatred towards Castiel.
-Don’t be so hard on him, Epinoia. -said Amedeah. She was looking at Castiel with compassion. -He’s our little brother.
-That abomination cannot be my brother. He is a monster!
-He was a monster five months ago, sister. -said Zadkiel, rolling his eyes -But right now he’s just a helpless creature.
-He’s weak and despicable, and he’s almost one of... them! -the blonde Epinoia had an ugly grimace and she looked nauseated - A human!
-And what’s wrong with him being a human? He’s not going to hurt you. Don’t say stupid things and don’t behave like a dumb donkey, sister.
-You’re a blind fool, Zadkiel! -she was almost yelling, with pure anger - Can’t you see what the humans have done to all the beautiful things in creation? Can’t you see what they’ve done to Castiel? That Winchester vermin converted our brother in the abomination that lies in that bed! It’s his fault, a human’s fault! Castiel used to be a beautiful angel, but now he’s not even a shadow of what he was before! Now he’s just a dirty and miserable creature!
-You really are very hard with Castiel, Epinoia. -said Jeremiel quietly.
-All right, quit the chatter now! -Raphael said. Even when he was inside a female vessel, his tone was thundering when he showed fury, it was the same frightening tone that all his subordinates knew very well. -Stop talking nonsense and take the Little Seraph to the room in the basement!
-Little Seraph? -asked Epinoia, very surprised and disgusted -That thing is the Little Seraph?!
Raphael just stared at the upset angel.
-He’s the one they mentioned in the prophecy of the Epic War?! -continued Epinoia, while her partners were sharing nervous looks with each other - He is the same being known as the Little Angel?!
-Castiel is the youngest and the last angel created by God. -replied Raphael, surprising his followers. They all believed Epinoia was gonna be smited right there. However, the archangel’s voice was not filled with love either - Not all the angels were informed about who was the last one. Only the archangels and certain high-class angels were informed about it. And last time I knew, you weren’t an archangel, Epinoia.
-But...
-Do you really want to continue with this pitiful talk, Epinoia? -Raphael’s followers heard a thunder outside. Epinoia gulped nervously and decided to finally stay quiet.
The four angels didn’t want to wait until Raphael would repeat again the order of taking Castiel away, so they did what their wrathful superior had told them to do before Epinoia’s interruption.
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The archangel had already cleansed his little brother’ body with his powers, and he also shaved him before starting to examine him. Castiel was unconscious, lying on his back naked, connected to an IV tube in a vein of one of his arms. He was scrawny; his pale skin was stretched too tight over his bones, he had a flat stomach, his ribs were a little visible under the flesh and his hipbones were sharp. It was obvious that he needed to put a little more of weight in his body.
-Are you going to operate Castiel, Master? - asked Zadkiel. He entered to the subterranean lab that had the aspect of a medical exam room.
-Not yet, Zadkiel. I need to see how those Purgatory parasites are developing inside him. And I have to take some samples from his body. I need tissues, vital fluids, excretions and other matter. If Castiel’s ailment were only in his grace and angelic essence I wouldn’t need those body samples, but that’s not the case here. Castiel’s vessel is infected too and I have to know what exactly is wrong with him.
Zadkiel noted purple bruises in Castiel’s right ribs and lower belly.
-What is this? -asked the blonde angel, lightly touching the bruise on Cas’ abdomen with his fingertips.
-This is another consequence of the parasites.
-They are awful bruises.
-They are also painful. -said the archangel, pressing two fingers on the rounded contusion, causing Castiel to flinch and whimper softly.
-I don’t know much about this kind of problem because there are no precedents about it, but from what I know that kind of filth inside him could kill him eventually. Is that truth?
-Yes, it is, Zadkiel. He would need proper care to survive. Castiel is stubborn. He wouldn’t want to stay here. It is sure that he will try to runaway.
-He’s human. He can’t run away from angels.
-He’s almost human, don’t forget about it. He’s still strong enough to escape from us.
-So, what are you going to do?
-I will mark him.
-You will use The Mark of Restrain?
-Indeed. This mark will put his grace to sleep completely. Right now, even when he’s not aware of it, a small portion of his grace is still active in his body. This portion of grace gives him angelic strength and it is enough to let him fly. I’ve been using the Mark of Restrain since I started as the Master Healer of the Host in angels who when they were injured or ill their powers were a problem for the safety of themselves and others around them. If I decide to give Castiel away to the Old Monarcs as a sacrifice, he must be healthy and well fed, and that won’t happen if he escapes from us.
-They’re going to eat him, Master. -Zadkiel couldn’t hide his repulsion at the idea of giving Castiel away as food to some ancient monsters.
-They eat angels, Zadkiel. We all know that. They could eat us all. If we give them the Little Seraph, they will spare Heaven and we could survive the destruction that they are planning for the Host.
-But that’s cruel, Master! -exclaimed the blonde angel, lowering his head a little nervous.
-Cruel? -asked Raphael, bewildered -Castiel caused a lot of chaos in Heaven, Zadkiel. He was against me and he killed half of my soldiers in the war. He made a deal with a demon. He proclaimed himself as a new god. He almost killed me when he had the power of the souls of Purgatory inside him, and he murdered many of my followers and soldiers in Heaven at that same time. What I am doing with him now is an act of mercy, Zadkiel. He’s already condemned to death in Heaven. He could be executed in one way or another.
-But... but they will eat him alive, Master! That’s awful!
-Alive, yes; but not conscious. I will shut down his nerves before I give him away to the Monarcs. He won’t feel a thing, Zadkiel.
-Are you going to tell him about his fate?
-No. It’s for the best. He doesn’t have to know that he’s going to be sacrificed. That could make him more ill than he already is. I don’t need more unpleasant problems with Castiel.
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Author's note:
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