Note: I have a slight update on the topic of the forthcoming hiatus, that won't, if my plan works, be much of a hiatus. I hope to write current chapters to the point where the story intersects with several pre-written chapters, in the interest of keeping content flowing during the time I will likely be unable to write actual new material so the story doesn't up and die. Just a quick update on the inner workings of the story. As to the actual chapter, we've got some fighting and romance (though not from the OC) to come. Please, review and comment (it's how I know to keep updating). I do not own anything relating to Percy Jackson (though it kinda has drifted away from that, hasn't it?).
Who Am I?
Chapter 36
"You're seriously asking us if we'll stand by and let you let the Endwar start, Uriel?" Cas asked incredulously.
"I take that as a 'no.' " Uriel said calmly.
"Take it how you want." I interjected. "We're not going to sit by and let this happen."
"And why is that? Why would you care about this little world so much? You never showed this degree of concern for it in the past." Uriel asked me.
I stopped. And wondered. My eyes subconsciously slid towards my left. Towards Thalia.
"Hopeless romance, then." Uriel stated smugly. "And why are you so dead set on this path, Castiel?"
"If we could be sure we would win, I cannot say for certain that I would stand against you. But we can't be sure, Uriel. We're gambling the fate of humanity and existence. I know all too well the fate that will befall this world should Heaven fail to claim victory. I am not willing to let you take that risk."
"Very well. If those are your final answers. I believe I have two more Agents who need to be eliminated."
"You're trapped in a circle of holy fire, pal. What are you going to do? Insult us to death?" I said.
Uriel simply pointed his hand upward.
A pipe above him exploded, dousing the flames.
"You really didn't think this trap of yours through, did you?" Uriel asked.
"Not really." I said worriedly.
Suddenly, Uriel was right in front of me, hands reaching for my face. I ducked and slashed at him with Fenris, but he simply deflected it and grabbed me in a chokehold.
He put his hands on my face.
I could feel energy flowing into his hands, holy energy.
It was burning me, from the inside out.
I started to scream.
I could feel the skin on my face start to smoke and blister when Uriel suddenly released me, dropping me to the floor.
Tilting my head I could see Cas attacking him with everything he had. Ragnarok was a black-and-red whirlwind, but Uriel kept dodging everything.
The gang joined in, trying to help Cas.
Leo shot fire, Jason and Percy tried to get Uriel with their swords, Thalia with working the spear, but none of it was working.
We really should have known better. We were dealing with an angelic warrior with a few thousand years of seniority on the oldest of us, that being Cas.
A sound like an explosion rang out and everyone but Cas was blasted back from Uriel and into the walls, where they remained, pinned by some invisible force.
Uriel caught Rangarok in-between his hands and yanked down, driving his knee in Cas's gut. He yanked Ragnarok out of Cas's hands and hit him hard in the chest.
Castiel went crashing into the wall behind him, knocking a small hole out where he impacted.
Uriel walked up to Cas, lifted him up by the collar of his coat, and punched him in the face.
"You have fallen so far, old friend." Uriel said.
He threw another punch.
"If you'd told me fifty-thousand years ago that we'd be here, doing this, I'd never have believed you. Yet here we are." Uriel continued. He punched Cas again. Angel blood was starting to drip from Cas's lips.
"You're going to fail." Cas gurgled.
"What makes you so certain? You think you are in the right here, Castiel? You defy Heaven, and fate, and God himself in your refusal to side with us," Another punch. "Actually, no. You don't defy God. Because he's not even with us anymore."
"You've lost faith." Cas said, smirking through his bloodied lips.
"With good reason. He abandoned us. Maybe He was never even there to begin with."
Uriel curled his hand into a fist.
Suddenly, a knife blade shot through his throat.
"Maybe. Maybe not. But I'm here." Someone I couldn't see said.
Uriel dropped to the ground.
I shifted on the floor.
I could see a woman, with long red hair, wearing jeans, hiking boots, and a jean-jacket standing behind Uriel, bloody knife in hand.
"Anna." Cas whispered.
"Castiel." She said, smiling down at him.
Suddenly, they were wrapped around each other, kissing madly.
I waited about sixty seconds before I decided to interrupt them.
"Hey. Romeo. Juliet." I said. "Dying over here." I weakly waved one of my arms. I was to out of it to tell which one it was.