December 12 1982 New York City
The woman faced the man, her eyes flashing black in irritation. She was a demon.
"We should just kill it." She said, disdainfully looking down at the bundle in her arms. The man replied with a hint of mortification in his voice.
"I won't kill a child." He snapped, the woman snarled and glared at the bundle.
"I would hardly call this thing an abomination a child. We'd be doing it a favor if we killed it." The man gritted his teeth,
"It is our daughter." He snarled. The woman stared at him in disbelief
"Don't tell me you're getting attached to it. What, are you picking out names now?" the man replied by holding out his hands.
"Let me hold her." He begged, the woman thrust the bundle into his arms and began walking away.
"Keep it." She called, "I wouldn't be caught dead holding it." The man stared down in wonder at the sleeping infant. He looked up, the sound of people approaching alerting him. He adjusted the infant so he could hold her close to his chest in one hand and an angel blade in the other. His eyes glowed white and the silhouettes of black wings could be seen around him. The angels came around the corner, led by Uriel.
"Give us the abomination." He commanded. "Krestiel don't make me kill you." Krestiel remained unmoved.
"I'm not going to let you kill my daughter." Uriel sighed sadly.
"I'm sorry it had to come to this brother." He lunged forward, his angel blade drawn, stabbing at Krestiel. Krestiel dodged, but the blade scrapped his shoulder, he flew a few blocks away where another angel was waiting for him. She stabbed him in the stomach and clawed at the infant who started wailing. Krestiel flew as fast as he could, his breaths becoming harder to take with each flap of his wings. He landed in an alley and sat down, taking out two slips of motel stationary. He gazed down at the infant, she stared back at him. She had large green eyes and a tuft of black hair on her head. He decided to call her Thaliel. He wrote two letters, one to his daughter, one to the orphanage a few blocks away. Standing, Krestiel flew to the closest orphanage, which was right in the center of the angels. There was no way he could get out alive. Krestiel leaned down and kissed the infant's head.
"I'm sorry." He whispered and pulled her tight in his coat. Running into the street, snow began falling around him; he reached the door and began pounding hard. He could hear the voices of Uriel and Castiel coming up behind him. Castiel reached around him and stabbed Krestiel in the chest, He fell, trying to protect Thaliel with his body, she stared up in shock at the two men above her and then reached up, grabbing Krestiel's nose. His eyes filled with tears and he died as the door opened. The snow muffling the sound of the screaming woman and Thaliel's confused cries.
