Deep underneath the ground where surface dwellers roam is a world of eternal darkness. The still and silent wilderness of the underdark. It stretches the entire length under the mass that is Faerun.

Many creatures call this realm home. Many of them quite evil, their hearts dark with hatred for the surface dwellers. Vast civilizations, the likes of which humans and elves have never seen, for few would dare to venture so far underground and roam the dark caverns, the only light comes from magic or from the trillions of glow worms high above which looked like stars. Or perhaps from the ominous glow of fluorescent algae which sometimes inhabited the underground lakes and streams.

Drow and mind flayers and Duergars were just some of the intelligent peoples of the under realm. But between their great cities were stretches of untamed wilderness, flowing rivers, glowing moss beds, and forests of fungi towering high above.

Only the bravest ventured into this dangerous wilderness, and most didn't return. But if human eyes could see clearly, despite the lack of light, they only had to travel through the region of the underdark known as the northdark, heading west from Sundabar, through a labyrinth of caverns and passageways, until they came to a vast chasm deep in the earth.

There, they would come upon the splendor that was Menzoberranzan, the great drow city. Inhabiting a massive cabin, this underground metropolis was a sight to behold. The structures, carved out of rock and stalactites, stood the test of centuries. The architecture was impressive, despite the evilness of the drow.

The highest point of the city was the cavern known as Tier Breche. This cavern housed the most prestigious academies in all the realms. The pyramid shaped Melee Magthere, the fighting academy; the many spired wizarding academy, Sorcere, and of course, the grandest component, the spider shaped structure that housed the school of priestesses, the Arach-Tinith. Altogether, the academy was responsible for creating some of the most skilled drow warriors, wizards, and priestesses of all the realms.

Traveling beyond the academy, one would discover a multi leveled city, neatly divided by class. Ruling from their mighty fortress, the top noble houses commanded a view of the rest of the city, as they looked down on their subjects. Lesser houses inhabited manors along the western wall, and far below all that, were the slums inhabited by commoners and the lowest of the low of drow society.

It is along the western wall, nestled in a far corner, that one would find the long desolate ruins of what was once House Do'Urden. Stones and structures lay in heaps where they had crumbled. Spider webs covered the rubble, as did the dusts of time.

Though an eyesore, the ruins had remained, untouched and abandoned for ten long years. Ever since the house had fallen due to the social deviance of their youngest son. In a city where the tenets of the spider queen ruled her most devoted subjects, Drizzt Do'Urden alone had brought upon the destruction of his entire family by turning his back on their evil ways.

But today, everything would change. Few passerbys noticed the lone cloaked figure as she stood in front of the decaying ruins. If anyone of the neighboring houses had chosen to come closer, perhaps they would have heard the soft feminine voice uttering a series of incantations.

Spells were normally unnecessary for one as powerful as this being, but in this realm, she needed a little extra help. Nonetheless, as they concentrated, the magic began to take hold. Slowly, piece by piece, the massive blocks of stone seemed to reanimate and began to reassemble. The cloaked figure watched, her eyes shined in golden anticipation as slowly, almost lethargically, the pieces came together.

Bit by bit, piece by piece, House Do'Urden was restored to its former glory. The dust flew from the rocks which sparkled with renewed fervor. The iron wrought gates surrounding the manor grounds were painstakingly reassembled.

The process, though slow, took only an hour. And the figure never moved during that time. Bystanders now began to take interest. The region of the city which the manor had stood was not vacant. It was occupied by manors belonging to other minor houses, and the reconstruction certainly did not go unnoticed.

But the figure paid them no heed. She knew concerned citizens would run off to tell the other nobles about this turn of events, but there would be few to oppose the will of an archangel.

An archangel who was bent on revenge. And perhaps this was the best way to get it. After all, Raphael had waited so very long for the moment to come. For her arch nemesis to find their way to this realm and into the archangel's eager clutches.

Once the structure had fully assembled, Raphael, by all appearances, a slender drow female, stepped through the gates and made her way across the grounds, which were still strewn with skeletons which foretold of the battle that had occurred here. But as she moved past them though, the bodies themselves began to move. The bones slowly accumulated muscle, tissue, and skin.

The dead of House Do'Urden were slowly returning. Even in a magical realm like Menzoberranzan, this was an unbelievable turn of events. But to the figure, whose power was beyond that of mere mortals, it was barely a simple matter.

Raphael had been trapped in this realm for nine long years. Ever since Castiel's war in heaven had somehow trapped her here. A long slumber in the empty should have been her fate, but instead, she had woken up here, powerless.

But through the years, her powers slowly returned and she waited in this world. She moved from vessel to vessel, exploring the surface, before descending deep below the earth, fascinated by the evil fanaticism of Lolth's people. They would be the perfect subjects, easy to control and mold into her ways.

Raphael moved up the stairs and into the structure, moving right into the chapel area, a large domed hall where the head of the family spent much of her time. The bodies were still there, long since decayed into skeletons. But Raphael passed the skeletal remains of Malice Do'Urden and went straight to the daughter. Kneeling, she touched the skeletal remains laying beside the throne chair.

Slowly the remains began to move and reassemble, cell by cell. The archangel waited until a large drow woman blinked before her.

"Briza Do'Urden, may I assume?" the woman asked. The drow sneered at her, not recognizing her. Raphael had managed to find a drow female to possess, she needed a being who had high status in this female dominated society. She hadn't bothered to care about the identity of the body she now inhabited. "My name is Raphael. I believe we have similar goals."

"What would someone like you know of my goals?" Briza replied with a haughty scoff as she gazed around at the reconstructed chapel room. Her eyes fell on the remains of her mother, whom she had slain to get power, though that power had been short lived. Briza had reigned for only a few hours before House Do'Urden had met its fate at the hands of another drow house.

"You want power," Raphael said calmly as she pulled the hood of her cloak down, her long, thick white mane of hair dancing about her delicate face. "Can you understand that I have just brought House Do'Urden back from years of death and decay? No being could hope to possess such power. Unless, of course, they weren't from this realm."

"As you a servant of Lolth?" Briza asked, regarding the woman with more interest now.

"You can think of me however you'd like," Raphael replied with a thin smirk. "Let's say that the being I represent can grant you a kind of power you could never hope to have."

"And why would this being wish to aid the 8th house of Menzoberranzan?" Briza asked. "What do you ask in return?"

"Only for you to aid my quest of vengeance," Raphael explained. "In return, I would be willing to help you destroy the one who brought destruction down upon you. Your darling brother, Drizzt Do'Urden."

"Don't utter that traitor's name!" Briza sneered angrily, hatred in her eyes. Raphael smirking knowingly, understanding that she had hit on the right chord.

"My apologies, Matron," Raphael conceded. "But surely you would like to be rid of him once and for all."

Briza groaned. "Many attempts have been made against that one," she said as she sneered at Malice's bones. "He is elusive. Maybe if Malice's obsessions with capturing him hadn't brought us into further decline, we would still be standing."

"Ah but you are standing now," Raphael pointed out. "And you have a most powerful ally. Even House Baenres could not stand against you right now. That is… if you are wise enough to take my offer."

"And what is your offer?"

"Think of it as a two for one deal," Raphael explained. "Castiel's head for Drizzt's head."

"Who is-"

"Don't concern yourself over who he is," Raphael cut off. "Just know that he, like Drizzt, has gone against the natural order. A social deviant of the worst kind. I think you can relate."

Briza did understand and she grinned evilly at the thought of killing her renegade brother. Raphael knew that she had bought her obedience. Now, they had some plotting to do.

Raphael knew Castiel wouldn't be alone and killing the Winchesters would be an excellent bonus.