Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural. For this chapter and the rest of the story, I own another original character: Mashhit.


All These Mere Specks

Only now, after the deaths of many angels, came the moment for the grand council to be introduced formally to the Dark Arch-Naphil outside.

"These are the words which Her Divine Majesty has commanded her servant, Mashhit, to relay to you," she introduced herself.

"What makes you so self-assured?" she started to proceed with the rest of her message, "Upon what things and upon what beings are you depending, that you have schemed resistance against me? You have even collaborated with powerful beings who will not hesitate to abandon you if it suits their interests. That is what your so-called 'allies' are to those who depend upon them!"

Metatron, Castiel, Anna, Hannah, Zechariah, and the others were not impressed by what had just been spoken.

"And if you respond to me by affirming your fidelity to the one you call God," scoffed the dark representative, "let us just say that he had his reasons for not bothering to enable any of the deceased, from amongst the Ishim, Cherubim, Bene Elim, and Elim, to draw power from your realm itself."

"If you are so clever," she continued with the scoffing, "then produce immediate replacements for your casualties! I will even offer an angel blade for each immediate replacement you can produce!"

A tense moment unfolded afterwards. While the defenders could restore the numbers of the lower angelic ranks, by means of reproduction, such restoration could not be realized immediately. Mashhit knew this, and so she continued with her speech.

"Well then, do you really think you can prevail against the entirety of Her Divine Majesty's celestial Regiments, Virtues, Incorporeal Powers, Authorities, Principalities, Potentates, Origins, Dominations, and Thrones?" the Dark Arch-Naphil taunted them. In so doing, she had listed the very ranks of her dark superior's celestial soldiers, created for the very purpose of rivaling their heavenly counterparts, up to and including the Seraphim.

"All these mere specks of her imagination are but an inconsequential and immediately replaceable fraction of the hosts that can be mustered against you!" she bragged about the superior numbers she could bring into battle if she wished.

"Do not think that I have approached your realm to overpower it without the providence of the active Divine!" she warned, "There is no active Divine but the Lesser Darkness!"

At this point, the grand council could not do anything but take this dark warning seriously.