Heya everybody!
A/N: I'm back with another story! This was written in 2 days so yeah... I hope it's at least a little bit interesting. I'm sorry for any mistakes.
This is a 7 chapters fanfiction with about 1000 words by chapter. I did some researches on the places and names but I'm not 100 percent sure about everything so sorry if some places don't seem to make sense.
I do not own any of the characters, only the story since I invented it. I should also say that the characters will probably be OOC, because I can't seem to be able to write them as they really are.
Rating M for violence and language (a small bit). And there is warnings at the start when it get too violent.
With all that, I'll let you read in peace, talk to y'all tomorrow!
Hell for Angels
Chapter 1: The dark walls of a new life
The angel opened his eyes slowly. He turned his head slowly but quickly stopped as he felt a strong pain in his neck. He hissed and looked down at himself. He was covered in blood and he assumed his face was too. What had happened? He let his blue eyes travel from left to right and realized that he was in a cell. The prison bar in front of him were shining with a strange blueish light. Castiel tested his muscles and once it hurt less, he stood up and walked to the bars. He put his hand on it but regret it instantly. He looked at his bloody hand and frowned, what was this place?
He turned and looked around slowly. There was four dark grey walls with a black ceiling and a rock floor. He looked at the other side of the bars and noticed all of the other cells next to his. They were all the same with the same blueish bars.
In front of him was a smaller cell and inside was glowing a weak brownish light. Castiel moved to one side to look further inside the cell and his eyes opened wide as he saw the small figure of a child with two small white angel wings. The child was curled in the corner of his cell and wasn't moving.
A prison for angels then.
Castiel sat on the rock bench against the wall and tried to remember the past event. He closed his tired eyes and concentrated.
He remember a fight between him and his brothers. They had cornered him and beat him up for no reason. He had succeed to kill one of his two brothers but the other one had jabbed a syringe in his leg and he had probably lose consciousness.
"No… Please, I don't want to go…" The child in front of his cell weakly said loud enough for Castiel to hear.
"You don't have a say in this, little thing." The voice of a man said and Castiel heard a whip sound, a scream and a laugh. He didn't opened his eyes, he couldn't.
Castiel waited and opened his eyes a couple of minutes after. He looked behind him and realized that his wings were out as well and he couldn't pull them inside his vessel anymore. He frowned and walked slowly to the bars without touching them. He looked through them and saw the small angel getting whipped two times before he fell on the floor and the man took his hand to pull him in another room.
Was he next? He tried to use his powers but they didn't seemed to work. He could still feel them, and his wings were still behind him, he was still an angel and all but his powers just didn't work. He waited, sat on the bench. The man would come see him in a couple of minutes, he was pretty sure of it.
And he was right. The man came and opened the door of his cell. He looked down at Castiel and smirked. His brown hair were tied with a red rope and his also brown eyes were looking at Castiel from head to toe. He was wearing a heavy armor and a long sword was attached to his belt on the left side. As the man turned and walked to Castiel, the angel saw the whip on his right side.
"Come with me, new guy." He simply said with an evil voice.
Castiel thought about it for a second before realizing that fighting this man wasn't the best of ideas. He nodded slowly and followed the man. He pushed him forwards until he was in a giant room. He looked around quickly and noticed the wooden desk with the comfortable looking chair behind it. He saw paintings of angels on the walls and a big window in the back of the room with red curtains.
The man pushed him down and the angel knelt in front of the wooden desk. The man then left the room and another one entered. He was wearing the same armor but with a red cape attached to it, probably their higher authority. The man walked behind his desk and took a small box from a drawer. He walked back to Castiel and put the box next to him. He took a step backwards and smirked at the angel.
"Open it." He ordered.
Castiel looked down and nodded. He knew that if he resisted those people, he would get hurt and they would probably throw him in his cell again. He opened the box slowly and looked inside. A thick metal collar with the same blueish glow on it was resting inside the box. A collar? Why a collar? He wasn't a dog.
"Put it on." The man said with a smirk.
The angel nodded and as the object touched his hands, they slowly started burning. He resisted and put it around his neck, the man walked behind him and closed it before giving Castiel a tap on his shoulder.
"You are really obedient, I like it." He said and Castiel nodded again, feeling the collar burning his neck. "Consider this your reward." The man said before putting a key inside the metal object and turning it.
The burning sensation stopped and Castiel looked up at the man in front of him.
"I'm Samil, the director. If you do what you are told, it should be alright. If you don't, just keep in mind that I still have this little key on me." The man said with a laugh. "Lamia, bring him to his new cell. Room 13."
The woman in the corner of the room nodded and walked to Castiel. She told him to stand up and pushed him forwards. They passed in front of dark rooms with windows large enough to see the activities inside. Castiel tensed up when he saw the dozens of angels, pushing large objects, other moving heavy blocks and other swinging sledgehammer on rectangular shaped objects. Just like if they were building something.
The second room was full of angels as well, only they seemed to be preparing food or something like that. Then the other one were full of children. They were all in rows, working each on a piece of wood that looked like the handle of a sword or a whip.
They turned and passed in front of another room. This time the window was block but all Castiel could hear was screams of pain. He shook his head and continued walking. They suddenly met giant stairs that lead up with two guards on top. They walked up the stairs and turned left. Castiel looked at the room signs. 1, 3, 5, 7…. On the left and 2, 4, 6, 8… on the right. They entered room 13 and walked again.
The angel was trying to remember every paths and quietly thought of an escape plan. This was going to be hard since in front of his cell was another woman, guarding the room with the 10 cells within. The angel was throw inside and Castiel sat on the bed. He closed his eyes and continued to think about his escape plan. He needed to get away.