Castiel looked out over the wasteland, his heart aching with sorrow. The once glorious Kingdom of Heaven, the home he had longed for all these years, reduced to rubble and dust. How quickly Chaos came to rule here once Michael had gone. Although, he supposed Chaos had taken up residence long before that. He could see the shadows of the magnificent palaces and peaceful fields. It was like a limb had been severed, he still felt the echo of it though only an ugly scar remained. Castiel set his shoulders firmly – God had restored him, now he would restore heaven.