(Elements of SPN)

Every Nephilim believes that Raziel is a majestic Archangel that is one of the most powerful beings on Earth. They're correct on the powerful part, but in truth, Raziel looks like a young adult woman with brother issues. When she finally frees herself from Heaven, where Michael had kept her after the creation of Nephilim, she realizes Earth is not what it used to be. In fact she never knew that a war had been started by one of her Nephilim, and that on the other side are the Nephilim that still believe in her and on the other... Johnathan Morgenstern with her oldest brother and an army of demons.

Well this is interesting. I was used to Nephilim mostly going to Heaven, but this kid - this kid seemed disappointed. He had dark hair, piercing blue eyes, and a little too big glasses. He seemed disorientated.

"Hey, there buddy. Everything's alright?" I asked him.

First he stared at my face. His eyes lingered on my golden eyes, then my golden runes that covered my body.

"Are you an Angel?" he whispered.

"I heard that line more then I should" I sighed. "So how did you die?"

He looked taken aback.

"What?"

"I can't watch Earth because of my stupid brother. So I take what I could get."

"I..." he shut his eyes as if remembering something. "Sebastian... He's not Sebastian, is he?"

"Honey, I have no idea what you're going on about."

A man passed us. He was middle aged and as annoying as Gabe.

"Hey there Raz. What do we have here?" he smiled eyeing the boy. He noticed a small rune on his arm.

"Johnie. Some Nephilim kid. Didn't tell me his name, though."

"By the Angel..." whispered blue-eyes. "I'm dead..."

"Well you don't go to Heaven with a passport, I'll tell you that much." chuckled Johnathon.

"What's a passport?" I asked.

"Nevermind that." he crouched to get to the same eye-level like the boy. "I'm Johnathon Shadowhunter. What's your name little soldier?"

I snorted. Jonathon always calls his offsprings soldiers, as if it would make any difference. They still mostly die because of demons.

The boy stared at John with wide eyes.

"Shadowhunter..? But that would mean-"

"Yeah, yeah. Jonathon is famous, I'm famous, we're all famous. What's your name hon?"

"Lightwood.. Max Lightwood."

"Why don't you come with me? I know a place a young Nephilim like you would love. See Heaven is a funny place..."

Then I felt it. That tug, that familiar tug I haven't felt in centuries.

"Raz?" John eyed by face weirdly. "You look like you're about to puke. I don't know how Angels puke, but it could be a rainbow, and I won't stick around to see that..."

"Someone's summoning me. I can feel it."

He raised his eyebrows.

"You mean like I did? With Mortal Instruments?"

I nodded.

"Well I'll be damned..." he smiled softly. "Is this goodbye my friend?"

"You know we'll see each other one way or another. But Michael will have to answer the summons, and when he's on Earth... I'll be free too."

"He won't be pleased." Johnathon pointed out. "In fact, he may blow up the whole Alicante."

"And I'll restore it." I looked at him. "It doesn't matter. Michael won't be able to hold me while he's on Earth. And he will be. One of us has to answer the summons, you know it."

"Yeah. I'll miss you Raziel. It's almost been a thousand years."

I smirked.

"I'll miss you too Johnie. Say goodbye to Gabriel for me, though I'm pretty sure he'll track me down on Earth." I looked down. "And for Michael... He can kiss my feathery ass."

And with that I fell to oblivion.

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