Telentropy X: IT IS IT REALLY IS! Isn't he though? Elyon is the quiet type, the ones you gotta watch out for, he's used to being underestimated! He can kick butt with the best of them though! Well...Thaddeus DOES get his butt kicked...but don't wanna say by who!
Robin0203: NO NO! DON'T CRY!HUGSSSSSSSSS!
cutecookielove: Thanks buddy! You have no idea how much that means to hear! I think everyone can agree on that, Thaddeus is a butt, who needs his butt kicked! Hopefully they all come away from this!
uNICOrnDIANGELO:Lol its all cool buddy! No words? Never made no one have no words before! YAY! Thank you so much!
Star: It's okay buddy! I gotchu! (hugs tightly) I shall protect you!
AN: So sorry this took so long to update! I promise it wont ever take that long again! Just been super busy with the holidays and work and everything but it should all be back on schedule and time again! No fear! Sorry that this chapter isn't as long as the others either! Promise the next one will be longer! I just needed to sort of get passed somethings first before I could get it there!
HAPPY NEW YEAR! LETS GO 2018!
Elyon grunted as Thaddeus used his moment of distraction to his advantage and kicked him in the chest. The Armour went flying back, slamming into the stone building he'd just come from, dust billowed up around them and silence reigned when no movement was made.
Heaven's Torturer smiled to himself, wiping at the blood dripping from his lip with the back of his hand, Samandriel stared at the hole in Raphael's storage and workshop, eyes wide and shining with untamed fear. Gadreel was barely hanging on, fingers gripping the younger angels shoulder hard enough to draw the smooth red blood.
Angels held their breath around them, watching in fright, at both Thaddeus being there and the Armour not moving. There was nothing even as the dust started to settle again.
"Let this be an example", he spit a mouthful of blood out as he stood, turning to face the masses, angels backed away from his attentions, cowering even though they had done no wrong, "This is what happens to angels who disobey. No matter their rank. They will be punished for their crimes."
Thaddeus motioned to his guards to apprehend the prisoner, and the traitor, Samandriel whirled, Gadreel twisting limply from his shoulder, as the guards slowly circled around him. Angels around them gasped, some averted their eyes, none willing to intervene.
Inside the workshop, bright green eyes opened slowly, blinking away the dark spots and fluttering closed a second time. Through the dust he could vaguely make out the prone form of his brother, blood was seeping out under him, something sticking through his stomach from whatever was there when he'd landed. He reached out sluggishly, hand shaking, grace nearly burnt out, and felt only a slight waiver of the other's sputtering grace. It reached back in its own way, weak and slowly fading on itself.
Pushing himself up, slowly, falling back down once with a grimace, books and broken jars and the such slowly slid from his back. It was as if there had been an explosion, they were in the middle of a war-zone, and he pushed himself up to his knees crawling across the stone flooring slowly.
His blade lay just beyond the other and he reached for it, looking out of the hole, gripping the blade tightly in his curled fingers. The edge bit into his skin, drawing fresh blood, coloring the silver red.
There was a hush that fell over the crowd out in the square, Thaddeus looked down at his midsection in confusion, a pinch drawing him from his reverie. His brows scrunched up as he looked down, hands ghosting over the hilt of a blade, head slowly turning upwards. His guards stopped dead in their tracks. Samandriel cowering lowly, Gadreel tucked closer and closer, neither seeing the events unfolding around them.
Standing in the hole of Rapheal's workshop was the silhouette of another angel, dust still hiding their identity even still, they dropped down from the stone ledge, moving around the rubble slowly.
Guards jumped at him.
They flew away with a mere wave of their hand.
Nothing was stopping him as he crossed the short distance, eyes glowing green, there was no pupil, just green. His entire body seemed to radiate, radiate power.
When nothing seemingly grabbed for them, Samandriel looked up to sneak a peek at what was happening now, his eyes widened at the sight of his brother. He had never seen this side of him, no one had, this had never happened before, not since he'd known him.
Elijah walked calmly, as if his feet knew where to take him, and though he was heads shorter then Thaddeus was, he came right up to stand before him. The Torturer looked down at him with numb wide eyes.
"When do you pay for yours?"
His voice echoed, travelling through the masses on the wind itself, and he reached for the hilt sticking out of the others stomach, fingers curling around the slick metal. Thaddeus gasped, taking a deep breath, and Elijah's grip tightened on his blade.
"Your reign of terror is over Thaddeus."
And he yanked up. The blade tore through flesh and grace, Thaddeus screamed, his fingers curling around Elijah's wrists. The other angel leaned in closer, "You should have left Gadreel alone."
The Head of the Prisoners collapsed, grace leaking from the wound in his chest, and Elijah sucked in a breath as the glowing dimmed and faded out, Samandriel watched as his brother and friend fell himself, knees buckling under him.
Silence had never been so deafening before.
"He took off, like he does, nothing new from him."
Castiel felt his grace skip a beat, him and Nathanael were not on the best of terms but he hoped that Dean hadn't done anything reckless, "Where is Nathanael?"
"With Gabriel."
Sam took his cue from Castiel, exchanging a look with him, and looked out behind his brother. To the burnt grass and the frozen tree, and the red and gold blood on the ground. His eyes narrowed slightly as something glimmering in the green caught his eye, a bullet casing, and he turned quickly when it dawned on him.
"Dean please tell me you didn't."
The elder hunter shrugged. In his opinion he hadn't done anything that hadn't been earned, Nathanael had hurt Cas, he had it coming to him. Needed to be reminded who he was dealing with here.
Castiel seemed to piece it together in the same moment that Sam had and he felt dread settle in the bottom of his belly, "Dean, what happened to Nathanael?"
This was a dire situation indeed, they could not handle another obstacle, not with what they were already dealing with at the moment. They did not have the time, resources, nor strength.
Not anymore.
"You took the bullets with you. What did you do with them?"
Dean waved a hand, "I shot him! Put a bullet in him like he did you!", Castiel went still, sucking in a breath, muscles going rigid. What he feared had become a reality.
"That is bad. Very bad."
Golden silver eyes snapped open suddenly, and they sucked in a deep breath, looking around rapidly. Something was wrong. Something was very wrong. Not clear enough to decipher what exactly it was that was wrong, but that feeling, the feeling that something that should never happen had happened.
The Prince and The Messenger, it was not well known, but they were connected. Made from the same star, just at different stages in it's life cycle, they were the opposite of each other. Even when they did not speak, they were not in good terms with one another, the other was always within reach.
And like them, they were connected too, the Armours.
Something had happened to Elyon.
Something that should never have ever happened had happened.
And he couldn't reach him anymore.
He wasn't there.
So finally an end to Thaddeus? And by Elijah's hand? What's going to happen to Samandriel and Gadreel now that they are in the open? Will Michael and Raphael show up? Will Elyon be okay?
