Seraphiel watched grimly as heaven teared itself apart, unable to look away whilst both brothers and sisters killed one another. Beside him, Metatron only sighed at the sight, eyes hardened while his face became devoid of expression. He didn't feel the grief that Seraphiel so strongly did, not even at the sight of the countless murders before their eyes. He was the scribe of god after all, not a warrior. What was currently happening would not effect him in anyway, as Seraphiel knew. Though only because he was certain Lucifer wouldn't be able get very far with his rebellion.
For if Michael should fail, he himself would not. It was his duty to protect their fathers throne, as it was his duty to protect the scribe. No matter how much of an ass said scribe appeared to be. Finally pulling his eyes away from the useless carnage going on in the lower spheres, Seraphiel turned towards Metatron. With a nod of his head, he quickly directed them away from the battles. Metatrons work was not yet finished.
Time went on and the Rebellion only seemed to grow in momentum. Making its way through the spheres like poison as more and more angels rebelled to Lucifers call. It was easy to see the appeal he supposed, Seraphiel would not begrudge them that. After all, who would want to bow to such inferior beings? Lucifer was right in that they were fundamentally flawed, but it was not their place to decide. It was simply their duty to follow. So even if Seraphiel did not like it, he would follow Gods will.
After what must of been decades, the war finally ended. All of first Sphere regarded the sight, as they stood around Gods throne. The others observing coldly as Michael finally casted Lucifer out of heaven and into hell. Seraphiel almost couldn't watch, all but forcing his eyes to stay on the fallen. No matter how much It hurt... he watched as his beloved Lucifer fell. They had told no one of the affair, something he was selfishly glad for now. But that didn't mean it didn't hurt any less. He would forever be grateful to Michael though, for not failing. It would of destroyed him to have faced the Morningstar, sure he would of won. But the cost on his side would of been too great.
What made it even more distressing, was the fact that Luci never once forced him to follow his cause. Had only ever shown him love and affection, even towards the end. Any moments together were for them alone, there was no war, no death. Any moment spent was never wasted, every second that they could sneak off was never squandered. Yet he could do nothing as he watched him fall. It felt like a betrayal, and in a way, he guesses it was. He was the most powerful angel, second only to Jesus himself. Yet he did nothing.
The loving look in Lucifer's eyes as he fell haunted him for years to come.
Not much longer after that everything went to shit. God left and everyone turned into headless chickens as angels tried to find out where he'd gone. Little after that, Metatron disappeared as well. Not a huge loss really, but the disappearance of yet another high ranking angel did nothing to help the situation. Then the Archangels happened, somehow getting it into their pride filled heads to become the next rulers of heaven. Nothing was the same after that, everyone seeming to be working off a script. Happily following along with Michaels orders, like the obedient little soldiers they were.
It was when Seri became aware of what Naomi was doing however, that he finally drew the last straw. Seraphiel simply couldn't afford to have his angels compromised, forced into being obedient mindless tools. They had to be sharp, he would not stand to let them be used for whatever schemes the others were no doubt coming up with. Giving his direct order, Seri commanded his garrison to close the doors to fathers throne. No one could enter, and no one could leave. Seri had then activated the seals, this was to ensure orders were followed as the throne room itself, with all of its treasures and knowledge, became a separate dimension altogether.
No one but him, and those with his mark could enter or leave. It was from there, that Seraphiel was able to watch everything that happened. He observed as angels of all spheres panicked at the lost of the throne. Watched grimly as the Archangels grumbled at the loss of access to his men. Could only stand by as Michael went from the caring older brother, to a cold hearted commander. As their brethren went from happy loving warriors, to mindless cold soldiers. He watched as heaven destroyed itself, no longer holding the glory it once did. Now it was only white halls and dead souls.
Michael might have won the battle, but some how it would seem that it was Lucifer who won the war. For heaven was in shambles, and it would never be the same again. As time went on, and their hatred for humanity grew. whether it was from their ignorance... to the creation of minor gods... Honestly it could of been anything. Most were of the opinion that it was the creation of demons that disgusted them so. For Seri however, it had been the very first man made monsters.
He did not hate humanity, but he couldn't help but pity them. Their souls were a thing of beauty, a true sight to behold. Yet they could also be the most vile of things when tainted by hells domain. He spent many of his years watching humanity grow, helping them flourish with blessings or supporting them when they did so on their own. During his time of observation, he fell inexplicably enamored with them. Their simple passions and will to live no matter how short were enchanting really. Something he himself couldn't help but wish to feel yet never will thanks to his own immortality. What he wouldn't give to have a soul of his own, a way to feel as they so strongly do.
Millennia's were spent this way, with him observing but never interacting, either with the humans below or the angels above. He had held his word on keeping the throne safe. On keeping his men safe. But what finally drove him into action, was when Seri had heard whispers of the coming apocalypse. The little shits were actually trying to start the fucking thing! Growling under his breath, Seraphiel stepped away from the seeing mirror for the first time in centuries. He would not allow the Archangels to destroy what their father so heavily loved, nor could he let ruin fall upon the poor souls down below. What made this even Sweeter? The fact that he could intervene. Simply because it was not naturally time for it. No matter how hard his grace calls for it's mate after so long.
With a flick of his wings, Seraphiel stood within his chambers, wasting little time as he quickly began making plans. For If he played this just right, he might be able to get everything he ever wanted. While also stopping what was never meant to be. He would simply have to make sure to have an epic fail safe in the works. Mostly because he wasn't vain enough to think his plans were absolutely fool proof. If anything went wrong, then he would damn well make sure that either way? There would be no possible continuation. The only way that he could think to do this though, was to take charge of the vessel meant for Michael.
The problem with that though, was that he would need permission. Or impossibly enough, he'd need the baby to be birthed still born. If it's still born then the soul no longer has claim to the body. Plus being what he is, he'd have enough power to force his way in. Then power of owner ship would become his. Only thing wrong with that, opposed to getting permission, would be that he would be stuck with that body. Sure he could leave it, but even if he did, he would never be able to use another again. That body would become his permanent vessel.
It would be but a small price to pay in the long run, but the probability of that happening is zero to seven billion. This would be Michaels true vessel after all, they would make damn sure that that baby survived. The more probable solution, would be to get to him as a child. A kid would be far more willing to saying yes then an adult. Once he was vaguely confident that every thing had been sorted out, Seraphiel brought in his second in command. Together, they quickly hashed out any flaws there might have been before making a couple more contingency plans. Until finally, they had everything in place, and not a moment to soon.
"Make sure to tell the others about this, the last thing I need is for them to panic about my where bout's." He ordered Leitniel, along with giving them clear instructions to stay within the seals. If to many angels started visiting earth before it's time, then it would only make things more difficult for him.
"Yes sir, may fathers blessing be with you." With a nod, Seraphiel spread his wings, the six of them glowing so brightly that even Leitniel had to turn away at the sight. Within seconds, Seraphiel stood within Mary Winchesters hospitable room. He'd made sure that he was unseen to both humans, and angels alike. Yet the moment he stepped in, Seri knew immediately that something had gone wrong. Focusing on the baby within her womb, Seraphiel was actually stunned to feel the soul losing its grip on the body.
The soul itself couldn't seem to hold onto the vessel. The baby would be birthed still born.
Quickly, before any of the others could notice, Seraphiel threw his grace at the infant, Ignoring Mary screams as she felt the heat from his grace. He was to busy trying to keep his essence invisible to the occupants around him. And not a moment to soon, for once he was completely settled Seri generously began helping her along with the birth. At four thirty that morning, Seraphiel officially became Dean Winchester.
And for better or worse, he was there to stay.