Human day: Friday, Human time: unknown
The whole place was in turmoil, if an outsider could see what was going on he would probably ask why so many people in business suits were running around in a place that looked like a bomb had exploded. The cause wasn't so easy to explain though. That place was Heaven or maybe what was left of it and those people in business suits were actually angels. They weren't anywhere near the angels most people imagine, white robes, angelic halos and white feather wings. They were all looking like normal people, the reason was because they were actually normal people who had their bodies possessed by angels.
The process was quite simple, they found people, usually religious ones, and with either the easy or the hard way, they make them say the "YES". In order for an angel to possess a human body the host must agree to it. Most of the angels were experts at convincing their hosts to offer their bodies but sometimes things weren't working as planned and they resorted to threats and violence, their basic belief was "Purpose justify the means".
A female angel was crossing the place in a hurry, she had long, wavy, dark brown hair and brown eyes, she was wearing a white business suit and a golden cross, unlike most angels who were wearing black suites and never wore any accessories. Her name was Hannah, without surname, angels only had one name. Her job was similar to that of a secretary. Her boss, even though he didn't want to be called like that, was named Castiel or Cass for friends, he was also an angel. Nevertheless, also an angel was a wrong expression to describe him, he wasn't cut out from the same cloth like all the other angels, he had a mind of his own, he learnt the meaning of free will and was living by it, trying to teach it to other angels too. His efforts though had limited success.
Teaching an angel to take initiative and think for himself was as hard as trying to teach a monkey how to type, maybe even harder. There is a saying which claims that if you give a monkey a text to type and it starts pressing random buttons ; though it will probably take over a thousand years, it will ultimately manage to type the correct text. Castiel at this point wasn't sure if a thousand years would be enough to teach the angels about free will though. We would have better chance with the monkey in this case.
"Castiel these are the reports, for this week." Hannah said as she was handing him a huge pile of papers, which Castiel was obliged to look through each one of them- at least once according to her.
"She is a good person, but I think she is a workaholic" He thanked her with a smile. "Thanks Hannah, you are really a big help."
"I'm just doing my job, which is to help you in any way I can in order to complete your goal." Hana replied serious, but the tone of her voice was indicating some sort of happiness, maybe for being praised for her work.
Hannah was trying really hard to understand the meaning of free will mainly due to her admiration towards Castiel and Castiel could admit she was giving her best efforts compared to the rest of the angels. Still there were many awkward moments where she would behave strangely and it was up to Castiel to correct her.
"Even that is a huge progress compared to others." That was what he kept saying to himself.
Castiel grabbed the documents from Hannah and then headed to his office to study them. On the way he took a look at himself at broken mirror. He was looking terrible, his face had dirt all over, his black eyes had bags below them due to lack of sleep, his black hair were messed up, he tried to comb them with his hand and failed miserably and then he gave up. Even his favorite brown trench coat was in tatters, it was covered in dirt and had holes and tears all over it.
"No time to care for appearances. There is much to be done. I wondered what happened to those two down there. With the communications broken and the door to heaven still shut I can't see them from here nor go visit them to see if they need my help." Castiel was worried about the Winchester brothers but he couldn't help it due to the circumstances. So he focused instead on the matters at hand which was rebuilding Heaven and opening its gates once again.
He sat at his desk and started reading the reports Hannah gave him. Nothing out of the ordinary, except for a strange energy disturbances near the country Japan, its center was a city called Fuyuki.
"Well on the first occasion, I'll make sure to go down there to investigate" Of course the true reason behind this willingness to go down was his desire to see how the brothers were doing.
"Maybe when I'm done with these reports I'll go help the others at repairing gates in order to speed things up." Castiel was growing extremely bored with all this paperwork during this week and he wanted to perform some sort of physical activity if it meant to escape all those papers.
"Why do we even need to keep archives for every fucking brick we are using in the constructions?" Those were his exact same words towards Hannah when she announced him what was written in that two meter pile of papers in his office four days ago.
She was really surprised to hear that and in a curious voice she asked him. "Because we always done so, also don't humans do that as well?"
Castiel remembered this conversation and he chuckled as he said. "Now I'm starting to understand how Dean and Sam felt when I was blurting out nonsense like that."
He put that last report, about Japan in a different drawer than the others and he resumed reading the rest of them.
Meanwhile,
At the exact opposite of Heaven. A short man wearing a stylish suit was sitting in a chair covered with red silk next to a little table with a bottle of Scottish scotch on it. His occasional laughter and the sound of the cracking flames of the fireplace were breaking the silence of the room every now and then. One could say that he was crazy maniac or just an old man which had gone senile and had sudden outbursts of laughter. He was neither though. The saying: "Don't' judge a book by its cover" was a perfect fit for him. That short old man with the thin black hair was none other than Crowley, the king of Hell himself who was celebrating his latest achievement.
He smiled satisfied. "Everything went according to plan that damn rebellious Hell knight is finally dead and that annoying wannabe angel-God Metatron is at last locked down in the deepest dungeons of Heaven. Even though not everything went according to plan that last one part was stll unexpected, I didn't really want for something like this to happen in the first place. But according to another old saying - the river goes only on way and there is no turning back - I could never leave an opportunity like this slip from my hands. I should go buy a lottery ticket, who knows? With the streak of luck I'm having these days, I would probably win first prize."
knock-knock
"Come in." He replied.
The door opened and a man with dark blond hair and bright green eyes came in, he was wearing a dark green jacket and a pair of blue jeans. His clothes had faint blood stains on them.
"I think I have already told you to change those damn clothes. You are my first lieutenant now, you have to be well dressed all the time, like me, I think I have a really fashionable Giorgio Armani suit in my wardrobe. You'll have to fix it in order to fit your size but that's no problem for a demon like you isn't it?" Crowley said mockingly.
The man then stood up next to him and replied in a serious and emotionless tone. "I had more serious business to attend to than to change a stupid set of clothes. Take a look at these photos and documents. I think you will find them pretty interesting."
"Work, work, work all the time work. You were like that when you were human and I had advised you against it once. Relax a little, enjoy your new self and your new powers." The demon king said in a sarcastic tone. The man grunted angrily for a second but Crowley ignored it.
"Thanks but I'll pass." said the man as serious and emotionless as before. And he handed the papers he was holding to him.
The King grabbed them and he started studying them frantically, the pupils of his black eyes were moving from left to right at an incredible speed. His reading ability was impressive, not too many humans could read that fast and completely understand and memorize the content of what they read. Actually the word "human" was wrong for this one. He may look like a human but in fact what you could see was just his host's body or meatsuit, as demons like to call the humans they possess. Unlike angels who had to ask for their host's permission, demons could possess anyone without doing so; stronger demons like him could also possess angels as well on the condition that the angel had to be weakened in order to possess him.
After he had gone through all the papers, he put them aside on the little table. He fell silent for a few moments and then he burst out in laughter. "AHAHHAHAHAHAHAHA…This is too good to be true…..I can't believe it….HAHAHAHAHA….now I should surely go buy a lottery ticket.
A smile of satisfaction formed on the lips of the man who had delivered him the papers. "So what now?" he asked him.
"Well my dear boy I hope you have practiced your japanese, because where we are going, you are going to need it. Would you like a glass of scottish scotch to commemorate this event?" he said happily as he was filling a glass for himself.
"With pleasure." The man said.
Then they shared a glass of scotch. "To the glory of the new Hell." They said in unison and finished their drinks in one gulp.
So Castiel and Crowley join the fray as well. Tell me if you like how things are progressing in the story.
