Of Angels and Grace – Orders are Orders
"To be an angel
bend don't break
To be an angel
give don't take
To be an angel
Come down to earth
To be an angel
In Wisdom worth
To be an angel
Gracious be
To be an angel
Guide others to see
To be an angel
Share what you know
To be an angel
In thoughts and words,
To be an angel
you move toward
To be an angel
in actions show.
Then finally
be an Angel of Love
from Heaven above."
Epilogue:
The silence was serene and peaceful, the words being unspoken between two individuals as they observed the breathtaking scene before them. It was one of allure and elegance, the sunrise horizon of Earth. Flares of violet red, floral pink, orange, and light purple swirling around to where the magnificent sun was gradually, so slowly rising for the day.
Raziel closed her eyes as the delicate sunrays washed over her invisible, true form. Her long, colossal white wings fluttered gently as the warmth settled over them like a glaze of icing. "Earth is truly a piece of art," she spoke softly, though her voice held no detecting emotion, "Father has created something so extraordinary."
"Yes," a male voice answered, "yes, he has indeed."
Raziel cracked open one of her eyes, giving her partner, her brother, her friend, a long study through her sharpened orb. "We have been assigned such a tasking mission, my brother, shall we accomplish this?"
Castiel flickered her with a peering gaze before returning his eyes to the horizon, a golden hue settling around his face and wings. "We will."
"By Gods' will," Raziel declined her eyes to the city below them. "Our Vessels are ready, Castiel, shall we go?" The Angel knew that they couldn't just pick any Vessel. They weren't Demons; they wouldn't just see a person and go swinging over to take their free will, which has always been granted, away. Raziel knew her Vessel already, having picked her out beforehand.
Her name was Cassandra Blake. She was pretty, to Raziel, for she was God's loving creation. With curly honey brown hair, glowing blue eyes, and a healthy build – she was a worthy Vessel in those aspects, but those weren't the reason to why Raziel had chosen Cassandra.
It was because of her faith. Her hope. To Raziel, when she felt humans' overflowing emotions, it was almost too much to handle. Cassandra's undying faith radiated from her heart, pulsing and streaming through the air around her like an aura. Cassandra was a nurse, defending and serving the public for minor and fatal injuries, at the solid age of twenty-nine, she was neither married nor having any living offspring's.
But she had prayed. She prayed every night before slumber and every time before she ate a meal. Raziel admired humans who obediently served and worshiped their one and true Father. As Raziel split away from Castiel, she did not worry for his sake. Castiel was a very intelligent and powerful being; he could search out a whole city in mere minutes.
Soon, only following by instinct, Raziel neared a half-opened horizontal sliding glass window that was lined with potted green plants that bloomed with a variety of altering flowers. She cocked her head to the side as Cassandra Blake strolled across the room in a hurrying rush, blindly grabbing at a handbag and cellphone. She was dressed in clothing in that of a nurse, long curly hair flying everywhere uncaringly.
Raziel's body began to glow, though it was invisible to the human eye. Will you serve your Father, Cassandra Blake? Raziel examined the woman closely as the nurse froze in her steps, blue eyes widening uncontrollably, shoulders shaking unknowingly.
"This isn't real," the woman breathed out in a trembling voice. But as the questioned dawned on the woman's mind, she nodded quickly with jerks. "Y-Yes, yes, I serve my Lord."
My name is Raziel, Cassandra, you know what I am?
"Raziel? R-Ra . . . A-As in a – erm, an An-Angel . . ."
Please do not fear me, Cassandra Blake. I wish to ask you something.
The nurse licked her lips, gained a bolder face, and nodded once more. "A-Anything."
I am an Angel of the Lord, Cassandra Blake, and I wish to inhabitant your body until my mission has completed through my Father's Will.
"Y-You mean . . ."
Yes, as in my Vessel.
Cassandra finally had the nerve to set her handbag down on the small stand beside the front door, her knees wobbling with the effort of keeping her upright. She began scanning around her, shockingly calm. "Why can't I see you?"
Some may see my true form. Many become too overwhelmed.
"I believe you," Cassandra nodded her head and smiled friendly, "I give you my permission, Raziel. To use my body as your vessel."
I thank you, Raziel said to the human, voice threatening on becoming a softer tone. There was a sudden, blinding flash of silvery white light, and a gasp of air. When Raziel peeled open her eyes, she soon became aware that she was not in her true form, her blue eyes now gazing around the area with a profound curiosity. She licked her lips, finding the sensations all around her very strange and foreign.
I am in my working clothes, it would be best to change. Raziel briefly heard Cassandra explain to her, her voice sounding strained and very weary. What happened?
"You're just weak, it will pass eventually. I apologize for that." The Angel then began changing her clothes into what Cassandra told her would be appropriate for her mission. Jeans, boots, a simple shirt, and a dark, reddish-brown pea coat that the human instructed her to put on mentally. Raziel didn't mind, she knew hardly much culture in this world.
The Angel closed her eyes and reopened them.
She was now standing what seemed like floating air, chains linked all around her, some random and some expertly hooked together at ends connection. The air was a smoke green, truly vile and toxic, even to an Angel. Raziel knew of others laying siege against Hell, attempting and fighting to get Dean Winchester out of this place, for this was not his destiny. His fate was meant for more, and being tortured for any longer would most definitely not be swell.
"Are you prepared?"
Raziel tilted her head to the side, a man slowly coming to her view. He wasn't tall, but he did have a few inches higher than Cassandra's height. His hair was short, brown, and spiked up a bit at the front. His chiseled face was only a five o'clock shadow, with full lips, a straight nose, and piercing blue eyes that mirrored Cassandra's. He was dressed in a suit setup, a tan trench coat trailing down to his below his knees.
"I am to my fullest, brother," Raziel examined the area around her, the screams of the tortured souls rebounding away from her. "Where is Dean Winchester?"
"It is a matter of finding," Castiel didn't waste time as she heard his wings ruffle. He switched to his true form in a matter of seconds, awaiting for her to do the same as they zoomed through the depths of Hell. Perhaps she was making it sound more accessible, but she was fooling herself, Raziel was halfway through with choking on the toxin. Hell was no place for an Angel, just like Heaven was no place for a Demon.
Raziel twisted herself and changed to her Vessel just as a Demon came slashing through the air where she had previously been, his face twisting into that of a disfigured skeleton. Black smoke billowed behind him, trailing away from his hooves that were meant to be feet. "Ooooh, Angel blood, just what I need," the Demon grinned viciously.
She narrowed her eyes at him, but Castiel drew her attention away for a split second. Her eyes locked on Dean Winchester's prone body through the vast amount of chains. He was a broken heap of blood and bones, his face unrecognizable and multiple and multiple amounts of different styles of injuries all around his naked person. Raziel closed her eyes, opened them, and emotionlessly turned toward the Demon who was still smirking mockingly. "What, in Father's Holy word, compelled anyone to do that to a human?"
The Demon's grin only grew wider. "Three things, my lovely little Angel. One, you damned God's holy word won't do you much around here; two, you can't really call Dean Winchester human anymore, I mean look at him!" The Demon gestured cheerfully toward the meat hanging off of the man's bones; the skin had been peeled away a long time ago. "And three; I'm going to pluck off your tiny wings with joy."
"I will hurry," she heard Castiel tell her. Raziel knew what he wanted her to do: stall and keep them away from him so he could free Dean Winchester. Usually, most civil people would thing Angels being capable of anything – but this was like walking onto a hostile, alien world with no directions. Hell was endless, literally, just as Heaven was. Castiel and she had to end and hurry this along in a timely fashion, or every planned solution they had come up with would fall to their feet in crumbles of dust.
Raziel grabbed the Demon's wrist when he charged at her, a blade appearing in his clawed, talon-like hand. There was hardly a chance to where she could change into her true form, the spacious around her was far too small, and she could not risk getting placed in a vulnerable situation. The Demon unleashed a lethal roar of rage as Raziel executed him by a simple grab of her hand. A low-level Demon, she was fortunate for that.
"Bitch," a voice bit out. Raziel didn't cry out when she felt something hit her in the chest, sending her human body against one of the rusted, metal chains. She didn't flinch when fingers twisted tightly around her throat, lifting her up and bringing a demonic face in her line of sight.
"Alastair," she stated. "We have come to take what rightfully belongs to us."
The Higher Demon sneered, his non-existent lips pulling back in a nasty sneer to bare his sharp, razor teeth. "I don't think so." He gripped her neck in a vise, suddenly grinning cruelly. "How about I send you back to Daddy, and you can explain to him how you failed and killed the Dean Winchester?" Alastair winked a pure white orb.
"Omni potentas dei potestatum invoco
Omni potentas dei potestatum invoco
Aborbe terran"
Raziel lurched back in a moment of disguised surprise, the Angel Banishment spell searing through her mind as he hissed out the ritual words. "Cas –"She choked when Alastair compressed his hand. "Castiel, finish now!" She couldn't help but almost cringe at the thought of going to Heaven with nothing but a painful burden of failing her Father. She couldn't. She wouldn't.
And suddenly, the aftermath of a powerful spell made her freeze like a statue while Alastair frowned in confusion . . .
. . . and howl with venom when he realized Castiel and Raziel were long gone, vanishing from Hell in that one second.