The man staggered into the corrugated iron wall of the dockside warehouse and winced as his shoulder screamed in agony. He slid along the wall leaving blood behind him.
"Castiel! I am coming, Castiel!"
The man called Castiel looked round to spot a female approaching. She wore her blond hair tied back and up in a bun with two sticks(what appeared to be chopsticks) embedded in her hair. A smart white shirt with a business jacket covered her torso and a short grey skirt covered hr legs, where there should have been heels or stilettos, she wore sneakers
Castiel straightened his arm and a long thin silver knife slid into his palm
"Tzaphqiel, please don't make me do this.
The angel called Tzaphqiel said nothing and approached brandishing a knife of the same kind Castiel wielded. Tzaphqiel stabbed low as Castiel jumped back out of range. There was a blur of movement as Tzaphqiel shoulder charged Castiel. Castiel dressed as usual in his long raincoat and black suit flew backwards through the air to crash through the wall to land in a heap inside the warehouse.
Tzaphqiel stalked inside as Castiel forced himself to his feet.
"I don't want to fight you, brother. Please i plead with you don't make me do this!"
Tzaphqiel laughed "Do what Castiel? Die like the dog you are? You have turned heaven into a wasteland. I was there at Sodom when our father razed the city to the ground. I was there in Egypt when the first born were slain and the ten plagues consumed the land. Do you really want to know how those compare to what is happening in heaven right now? They don't. You have turned my home into a battlefield, a wasteland, a post apocalyptic shell of what it used to be. You have killed so many of my brothers that i consider myself orphaned because of you, all because of you! What can you possibly do?"
Castiel nodded to a figure in the shadows.
Tzaphqiel gasped in surprise as he felt the blade slid into his back.
"Sorry, old chap, fortunes of war and all that"
Tzaphqiel slid to the ground as a white hot blast of energy seared the air as the angel died. Balthazar stood over the body cleaning his knife on Tzaphqiel's coat. The blond man, dressed with a black sweater, jeans and a a black casual dress jacket looked over at Castiel.
"You OK?"
Castiel nodded but said nothing. Balthazar looked down at the dead female, lying attached to the body as she lay on the ground were burn marks in the shapes of wings.
Balthazar rubbed his hands together
"So what now?"
Castiel looked intently at Balthazar
"We need to end this, i need to talk to Raphael!"
To be continued...