Hello! Here I am with a new story. This one is about Azriel, the Angel of Destruction.
Azriel is played by Danielle Campbell
You can be sure that this story will be finished. I've already finished this story and two sequels, I just need to round it a little more. Since my first language is not English, there may be some mistakes. Tell me if you see them. Reviews are always welcome, as long as they remain polite.
And now: Have fun with the first chapter.
Chapter One
"Azriel." Michael called out. She looked up. "Yes?" she asked.
"Your new assignment starts now. Find a vessel." he ordered and she frowned. "A vessel?" she asked. He nodded. "Yes. Castiel will come find you. He will work with you. You remember what your task is?" he asked. She nodded. "I'll get right to it." she promised. She flew down to earth immediately and just barely remembered that her true form caused humans to die. She hid herself and frowned. She knew which bloodlines were good as vessels, now she just needed to find one of them. One hour later she still hadn't found a vessel. She frowned. What was she supposed to offer her vessel? What could she offer? She found another one that would be a good choice. Azriel frowned. The girl was cutting her wrists. She would be a good candidate.
Why are you doing this to yourself? she whispered into the girl's mind.
"I don't want to- I have nothing left to live for." the girl whispered.
If you say yes to me you won't have to live anymore. Azriel explained gently. You'll go to Heaven. You'll be happy. she added. The girl looked around. "Who are you?" she stuttered. "The devil?"
Azriel's eyes widened. No, she quickly reassured the girl, I'm an angel. But we need a vessel to walk on earth. And you could die without pain.
The girl's eyes closed in defeat. Just say yes.
"Yes." the girl whispered. Azriel quickly showed herself and entered her new vessel. Her eyes flew open and she took a deep breath. Her eyes adjusted to the sight of a human. She stood up and walked to a mirror and stared at herself. She really was on earth again! A laugh bubbled up in her throat. She was really here! She loved being on earth, but she hadn't been in a few decades. She quickly reviewed her vessel's mind. She had no family or friends. Her last family had died a few days ago. Azriel's heart ached in sympathy. She looked at the girl's wardrobe. Inside she found a lot of clothes. She put on a dak red top and a tight jeans. She put on black shoes with a high heel and put on a leather jacket over her top. She looked around. There was something on the girl's bed. She looked at it curiously. Chocolate. She grinned happily. She broke off a bit and ate it. It was delicious. She ate another bit and another bit. She loved it. How had she lived the last years without chocolate? She didn't know. She quickly raided the room for more chocolate and found at least ten more. She searched for a bag and stuffed them all inside. She looked around the room one last time and walked outside. She heard the sound of wings behind her and turned around to Castiel. He was too wearing a vessel, and she blinked to get her eyes to look at him like he was a human. "Where are we going?" she asked him. "The Righteous Man is summoning me." he explained. "You are not to tell him that he broke the first seal."
"Fine." she answered. "But he will find out someday." she told him. Castiel nodded. "I know. Come." he said and they flew to the shack where the righteous man was. She looked around. It looked old. Castiel was walking inside and she followed him. She looked at the ceiling and there were lights. She smiled and they exploded and rained down on them. The two men inside raised their guns and shot at them. Azriel looked down at her top. This actually hurt humans? It didn't feel like much. But she was also an angel. She walked closer to them. The younger man looked at them warily. "Who are you?" he demanded to know.
"I'm the one who gripped you tight and raised you from perdition." Castiel answered. "Yeah. Thanks for that." the man, Dean Winchester, answered in a voice that had Azriel tiliting her head in confusion. He didn't sound happy. Why wouldn't he be happy to be away from Hell? Dean stabbed a knife in Castiel's chest and then stared at it blankly when it didn't do anything. It was obviously meant to kill him. Castiel pulled it out and dropped it to the floor. Azriel repaired the shot wounds in her top and jacket. The older man attacked him with something metal and Castiel caught it without even looking. Azriel flew behind the man and tapped him on the shoulder. The man sank to the floor. "We need to talk, Dean. Alone." Castiel told him. Dean kneed down next to the older man and put two fingers to his neck.
"Your friend's alive." Castiel reassured him.
"Who are you?" Dean asked warily.
"Castiel." Castiel explained. "This is Azriel." he gestured to her.
"Yeah, I figured that much, I mean what are you?"
She frowned in surprise, he didn't know? He was a hunter!
"We are Angels of the Lord." Castiel said.
"Get the hell out of here. There's no such thing." Dean refused to accept the truth.
"This is your problem, Dean. You have no faith." Castiel said disapprovingly and lightning flashed. He expanded his dark, ebony wings and she knew that Dean was now able to see their silhouette. "Some angel you are. You burned out that poor woman's eyes." Dean said in disgust.
"Our true form is not for human eyes." Azriel interrupted. "It can hurt or even kill them."
He glared at her and she frowned again. Humans were confusing. She was just telling him the truth. But truth seemed to be something that humans didn't like much. She had already learnt that a few decades ago, on her last assignment on earth, but it surprised her every time.
"Our true forms can be overwhelming. Just like our voices." Castiel added. "You already know this."
"You mean the gas station and the motel. That was you talking?" Dean asked. Castiel nodded. What was Dean talking about?
"Buddy, next time, lower the volume." Dean adviced.
"That was my mistake. Certain people, special people, can perceive my true visage. I thought you would be one of them. I was wrong." Castiel said almost disappointed.
"And what visage are you in now, huh? What, holy tax accountant? High school student?" Dean insulted.
"This? This is … a vessel." Castiel explained.
"You're possessing some poor bastard?" Dean asked alarmed. Oh, right, he had only dealt with demons until now.
"He's a devout man, he actually prayed for this." Why did he get his vessel the easy way? She huffed with a glare at his back.
"Well, I'm not buying what you're selling, so who are you really?" Dean demanded to know. Castiel frowned. "I told you."
"Right. And why would an angel rescue me from Hell?"
"Good things do happen, Dean."
"Not in my experience." Dean replied.
"What's the matter? You don't think you deserve to be saved?" Castiel asked with a tilt of his head.
"Why'd you do it?"
"We have work for you." Azriel told him.