Chapter 1
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Umbra Amblans, the name of the Angel that even Michael and Lucifer feared. It was the name of the human that was Death's true Master when he lived. The angel was a bit of a paradox, because to be an angel you had to be good, but to be Death's Master, one must haved killed.
When Death's Master died, he ascended to archangel automatically. He was the most power angel, and he wore Death's ring on his finger. The Four Horsemen could not work on earth if Umbra Amblans was on earth. He did not need a vassal, because he was his own.
What made Umbra Amblans the most dangerous through, was the fact that he was bonded to human that could save or destroy earth. It is because of this that the Host was thankful that Umbra Amblans was not in Heaven when they went to start the war up again.
What they didn't know, was that Umbra Amblans was among them, just hiding as a normal angel named Castiel.
Castiel was fuming. That bastard Zhadraiha kept him from saving Sam. He could overrode his order, but he could not blow his cover. If there was one thing that stayed with him from when he was human, it was his saving people thing. Hermione, may she scream in hell, said that it would get him in trouble, and darn her, she was right.
Castiel smirked, I wonder how the Host will respond to a new arch-angel that saves Dean before he can unlock the first seal. What they didn't know, which was a lot, was that he never gave them his real angel name or the name he had before he died.
He thought for a moment about how he would pull this off, when the ring on his left hand started to burn. He was surprised, given the fact that he said that they can't really talk, if he was to stay hidden. Castiel snuck-off. He figured that if anyone knew how to save a soul from hell, it would be Death.
"What can I do for you, Mort?" Castiel asked as he sat down. The man across from him was average height, ghost white hair, and amethyst eyes that were glazed off like that of a blind person. Mort was not blind, he just didn't see what even one else did.
"He will break soon. To get him out, you must take on your full mantle, Umbra Amblans. With that said, your uncle just died and is now on Alizeral's racks." Mort said. Castiel grinned maliciously.
"Thanks, Mort! I am off to save a knucklehead and worsen sureton people eternal suffering!" he said as he was getting up, dropping the glamour.
Mort laughed. "One would think that you would hate that name."
"Those don't know me would. I never hated Voldemort, rather I pitied him. He was so frozen by fear, that he destroyed himself. I find that my best friend is his greatest fear." Umbra Amblans explained. He waved at Mort as he flared his wings. It was time to save a knucklehead.