21 May 2013
Naomi, angel of the Lord, was dying. Her drill had been stabbed into her head by an enemy she hadn't been able to predict or stop. The piece of Heaven was lodged into her grace. Death would meet her in the end.
It was her own fault. She didn't secure Metatron, she left Heaven to speak to Dean and Castiel personally. She'd miscalculated thinking she could stop Castiel from helping Metatron and bring him into the fold again. Her emotions had taken control in the tidal wave of guilt. Now she was just the first casualty in Metatron's bid for ultimate God-power. If Naomi had stopped this…well, the if's didn't matter now. Because she hadn't stopped it. She didn't win. She was a failure.
She had shattered like pieces of stained glass.
She'd never been in that much pain or had this much fear in her entire existence. Both feelings rooted themselves deep within her. The wound itself burned as if consumed by a cold fire, the drill hacking through her warm soft energy with a scalpel. The helplessness of being unable to move was indescribable. After all the angels she'd tormented with the device, perhaps it was 'just desserts'. She deserved this.
Her heart ached though, and she was immediately aware that heartbreak and regret were the last feelings she'd ever experience. Not just for her Heaven, not just for the mission she'd never had the chance to fulfill, but also for her human friend she was leaving alone.
Her best friend. Her lover. Someone who understood her, despite having only bits and pieces of the bigger picture. He'd die, because she failed the mission. The one mission to protect all of God's creation.
Naomi, the broken angel, would have been crying if she could. She would have been bowed on the floor in repentance, sobbing as if tears could fix the wrongs in the universe. Emotions were running rampant even as she was immobile. But those too would be lost like the morning dew.
She was fading now…the drill was nothing but a soft buzz that echoed through her grace. It was distant, thankfully. No more pain, only regret.
How can one live a million lifetimes and still feel regret?
Fading still…and then an all encompassing white light enveloped her like a blanket. Death was not as cold as she imagined it to be. It was warm and peaceful…