Baggage Revisited
Upon hearing the name of that particular guardian angel, Amara raised an eyebrow, knowing she was going to have a very interesting exchange with Chuck. Finally came the opportunity for the Darkness to understand God's special interest in Castiel.
"When I first encountered Castiel," began the older sister with her eyebrow lowered once more, "he reeked of fear and self loathing, and he looked a bit used up, yet you took a special interest in him, horrible tastes in men notwithstanding."
She offered her hand to her younger brother, who understood it as an invitation to exchange thoughts telepathically on Castiel, while they talked on only a few points. The latter extended his hand to grasp hers in return.
"His first big decision was persistence in trying to keep my one-time favourite son caged," reminisced the Creator, "even in defiance towards his scheming brothers."
"And that, to you, was more than worthy of your patching him up not once, but twice, within a very short period of time," noted the confidante.
"After my two eldest sons fell into Lucifer's cage, this angel's noble intention of trying to prevent Raphael's scheme of freeing these big boys led him to absorb all those monster souls…" narrated the confidant.
"Oh yeah," interrupted Amara, "that race you mentioned for becoming the new 'Lord' of all."
At that recollection, she could not help but digress briefly in her thoughts. She considered, as a more stable soul-based alternative, the soul absorption of the billions of that existing pagan crop who dared to call themselves deities. Only someone of Lucifer's power, Michael's, or greater could accomplish this, yet the first did not scheme of it at all.
"Brother," she brought herself back to their conversation, "just what delusional yet colourful words did he say when his ego was enhanced?"
Chuck quoted in response, "To start off this baggage – 'I'm your new God. A better one. So you will bow down and profess your love unto me, your Lord. Or I shall destroy you.'"
The older sister could not help but chortle at those words.
Her younger brother pouted, "It gets better, Sis – 'I thought the answer was free will. But I understand now. You need a firm hand. You need a father. And I am your father now. Be obedient, children.'''
In reaction, the Darkness broke into open laughter, and God followed suit.
