Chapter 11: A Past Re-Lived

Everglee walked down the white halls of heaven, shoes clopping loudly. Blood was the only thing that decorated the walls of heaven, the blood of angels. Two angels stood at his side as he walked. They weren't body guards really. They were just there just in case. He felt no guilt from killing his dear brothers and sisters. When god had first created him his father and the angels all disowned him. Well, now it's his turn. He had killed the angels. Now all he had to do was find God and bring him to his knees. It was just the usual process of becoming king of heaven, hell, and Earth.

"Sir?" Everglee turned to find himself face to face with an archangel once known as Raphael long ago. He was no longer that now, though. His magnificent wings were now bone and his eyes were dead of life.

"What is it, Raphael? I am busy," he hissed at the dead angel. Raphael bowed to his brother and then stated as quickly but as fluently as he could,

"The Winchesters have brought the black eyed angel back to the land of the living. Samandriel and three others of my brothers were murdered by him." Everglee's eyes burned in rage.

"Castiel lives?!" he hissed. Raphael nodded and Everglee punched a dark hole into the white wall. His fate and Castiel's have been tied together since day one. He remembered the day like it was only yesterday.

"My sons, please gather," God called out throughout heaven. Angels with wings of various light colors flew into sight, landing softly by their father's feet. Their father was in the vessel of a scruffy haired human. Many of the angels did not mind that their father always appeared as a human, but others felt like their father was mocking them. Lucifer was one of them. He always knew father loved the humans more.

"Father, why have you summoned us?" Michel asked as he floated over, Gabriel and Balthazar by his side. He spent much of his time taking care of his younger brothers and teaching them to fly. He didn't mind it at all. As long as it pleased his father he was happy. God smiled at his son and pointed at two stars resting next to the moon. One shined brighter than the other, but they were lovely to look at.

"Two knew angels are being born," he told them. The angels wooed and awed, muttering to each other what angels would appear.

"Look!" here comes one now!" Gabriel shouted, excitedly, popping a piece of gum in his mouth. The angels watched as the starlight brightened from the brightest star and the rays spilled down into their father's hands. They all watched with wide eyes as the light shifted to form to gentle wings. When the baby angel's Grace was fully formed the light disappeared. Everyone gasped as God turned to show his sons and daughters the new child. They all gasped at the sight. He looked like he was five, but that's how every baby angel appeared. His wings were what stood out the most to them. They were lovely silk feathers black as night. Gabriel and Balthazar let go of Michel's hand and approached their father and the new angel. God knelt down so his sons could get a better look at their baby brother. The angel's eyes were the color of sapphires they realized when the child opened his eyes. The child smiled at his brothers and God set his son down on the white floor. The angel struggled on his feet at first, his wings setting him off balance. Michel flapped over, holding the child's hand until his wings straightened out.

"What is his name?" Michel asked, staring down at his knew sibling. The little angel spun around, flapping his black wings, the light from the stars glinting off of them with magnificent beauty. God turned his head for a second.

"His name is Castiel, a soldier and he will become a very important angel one day," God stated, watching as little Castiel flapped over to him and smiled at him with his big blue eyes. God laughed at the child, smoothing his fingers against the beautiful wings.

"His wings, Father. Why are they that color?" Lucifer stated, stepping next to Michel, his white wings folded against his back. Little Castiel ran up to him, smiling at him. Lucifer couldn't keep the smile from his lips as the little angel spun around his legs.

"His wings, my son, is a sign of change, change for heaven," God stated sadly. Lucifer and Michel glanced at each other for a second and then to the angel, running around their feet.

"Father, what change do you mean?" Lucifer began to question. Michel jabbed him in the ribs, but Lucifer didn't break eye contact with his father. Something was wrong. He could see it.

"Look! The other one is coming now!" Gabriel screeched excitedly before God could answer his son's question. God turned, a sad look crossing his face as the last star shot down to his hands. Everyone watched as the sandy haired child appeared in their father's hands. He was a cherub they realized; a lower ranking angel, but an angel all the same. He was dressed in a white cloak like Castiel was, but his wings made all of them step back in disgust. The angel opened his sapphire blue eyes and fluttered down to the white floor, not stumbling like his brother had just before him. He stretched, revealing the wide golden wings. He smiled at them, but it faded as no one smiled back.

"Father, those wings…they-"

"Yes, Michel, the prophesy has begun," God stated, staring down at the child. "The twins of the morning stars; one of light and one of death." The angels watched as Castiel flapped over to his twin, smiling shyly. His brother didn't smile back, though. Instead he just glared down at Castiel. Gabriel took the baby angel in his arms, pulling him away from the golden winged freak. The little angel stared at his siblings in confusion, but they all kept away, not wanting to be anywhere near him.

"What shall we call him, Father?" Lucifer asked, pushing Gabriel and Castiel behind him so they were not in the path of the Cherub. The little Cherub looked at God then, his blue eyes staring into his.

"Everglee, and he shall become the doom of Heaven."

That was exactly who he was too. The prophesy was almost completed now, but if Castiel was left to live it will never occur. His twin brother must die and he must die as soon as possible.

"Gabriel, Balthazar," Everglee hissed, turning to the two angels who had been walking with him. They stood before their master, bowing their heads in respect. Everglee grinned at them as he gave them their instructions. Castiel's most beloved brothers were the ones that would finally put him into his grave.