The forest sat quietly waiting for them to come, an angel and a dark butler. The ancient tree in the middle of the forest was waiting for the return of them.

The golden gates looked as cold as icy iron. As Christine looked at the gate, a shiver iced its way down her spine. God made the gate to keep her isolated from Castiel and Micheal. She gripped the icy bars and let the tears that welled in her eyes run free. Her gilded wings drooped in her sadness. Being locked up away from the one she cares about hurt her so deeply that nothing could cut out her hate for Him that boiled in her heart.

Then she found that she wasn't sad anymore but angry and the tears were no longer ones of sadness but ones of hatred towards God. Christine decided to grip the bars and attempted to break them. Through her hands, she felt her anger burning as if it was melting the bars. But it was melting the bars, so she had let go of the bars and found that fire was burning from her hands so she focused more of her energy on the fire in her hands and it grew bigger and brighter. Then she moved her hands toward the gate and the gold kept melting. Soon she made a hole big enough for her to walk through.

Once she passed through the threshold, she unfurled her wings and flew to where heaven opened to the world below. Christine was free, for the first time in a few centuries. As soon as she passed through the passage to the world below, Michael flew underneath her and thrusted his sword in her heart. Then Michael pulled his sword out of her and she fell to the earth.

As she laid on the side of a road, bleeding into the earth, a dark figure knelt beside her. The figure scooped her back and head up and put her on his lap.

"I can heal you, if you wish it," said a manly voice coming from the direction of the figure. "But you will have to make a dark deal with me."

"I am an angel; I have not known of anything dark in my lifetime except the demons that tread on the earth," Christine said.

"I'm indeed a demon but not one who would hurt you. Alas that would be no good to me. I want to aid you, to serve you, since it was God…," he spat, "who locked you away and then told Michael to slay you."

"But…," whispered Christine as life started to leave her angelic body.

"You are growing weak and soon you will be dead. What say you?"

"Yes," she cried faintly. "Yes."

"As you wish," he said as he laid his hands upon her wound.

Pain seared through her body as her began to heal her.

"The pain is natural," he said. "There you are, good as new. Now pledge your angelic soul and heart to me for it shall be mine when you leave this life."

"It shall be yours once I know your name for it is with your name I shall call you mine," said Christine.

"And I will mark you as mine once I know your, sweet angel. You have the perfect angelic face. Then again, I, myself though from Hell, have wanted to see the God who casted Lucifer into the very pits of Hell."

"Then we are in agreement for we shall mark each other as for the other in exchange of the each other's name," stated Christine.

"Of course, the name I was called before was Sebastian, but I am willing to take another name for you if you wish it so.'

"I like the name Sebastian. I am called Christine."

"Then, Christine, I shall remain Sebastian for you, as long as you remain Christine.'

"I shall."

"Then come Christine, let us transform the world into our playground."