AN:- welcome to my first Supernatural fan fic, please enjoy. I've wanted to write one for a while after becoming a huge fan last year and hope I can entertain my fellow fans with my first story ;) just a quick note, I don't do slash fics, however my stories may contain violence and torture, and a little swear word here or there xD
(please be aware that this opening contains reference to miscarriage in case this is something that you may find upsetting)
Prologue
Whitechapel, London, 1868.
She glided effortlessly through the torrential rain and over the slick cobblestones, following the meagre prayer that had caught her attention. It had happened whilst she stood In a small church observing it's occupants...the plea had been so desperate and weak that Naomi found she could no longer dismiss it as she continued through the filthy streets , of course, the mud and horse manure scattered at random intervals over the wide Victorian road was not an issue for her, she had form, but was formless, incorporeal, and there was no fear that the stain that scattered the streets would taint her delicate robes or desecrate her long, primary feathers that occasionally brushed the floor.
As she entered a small backstreet alley her sight fell on a figure huddled over a couple of barrels. The woman was clutching at her stomach with one hand, a red stain evident on her skirts, tears streaming that joined the raindrops already dripping down the woman's face
"Please...God...if you're listening...don't do this to me again...I beg you..."
Naomi looked on with slight pity, knowing full well that this desperate woman's prayer would not reach their heavenly father. He'd left them all and not even the heavenly host knew when he would return. God's departure was privileged information that only a few, select, group of angels were privy too, Naomi, being one of the valued members of her intelligence division, knew, and Naomi had been one of the angels to spread the word of their fathers departure to other members of the higher councils.
Now, the higher ranks were in chaos and constantly in disagreement with each other, without the fact that there seemed to be more and more angels coming in to her for "retraining". Yes, there was the regular offender that she got used to seeing every century or so, the troublesome "spanner in the works" but now... So many angels, and she was exhausted, this was the reason for her brief visit to earth.
Not that she was unhappy with her role, it was one of her valued skills, taking the seeds of disobedience blossoming within certain angels and erasing them before they had chance to grow into fruition. It was vital work she knew, after all, they didn't want another Lucifer on their hands and she was very proud of her position. But it was lonely, as the majority of heaven's host wasn't even aware she existed.
Her "retraining" was a very invasive procedure which required Naomi to purge memories associated with disobedience, and because of this, the lesser angels she did meet would always forget her. Pondering over all the recent changes Naomi could sense trouble maybe on the horizon, the angels HAD to change, for the betterment of them all and, so it was, as Naomi watched the young women grasping onto the hope of a miracle, that an idea came to her that maybe, she had found a way to replace these broken, lesser angels with a kind far superior than the ones before.
Alice clutched at her skirts as another sharp pain ripped through her abdomen
"No...Please God...no..."
Suddenly Alice felt a low concussion in the ground and the barrels and boxes across the alleyway began to shake violently. Alice looked around in fear, momentarily forgetting the pain In her abdomen, when a high pitched whine started in her ears and steadily increased in intensity, causing Alice to clutch at her ears And clamp her eyes closed as the sound became almost too painful to bear
"What...is...this?" Alice cried
The unbearable pitch started to retreat and Alice let out a pained sigh but was suddenly aware of a faint voice
"Don't be afraid child..."
"Who...who are you, where are you...?" Alice replied looking around confused, but seeing no one "I'm going insane...perhaps I'm dying.."
"No" Naomi soothed "I heard your prayer"
Alice looked about frantically, her brown hair wild, trying to source the voice as Naomi started to materialize, careful not to let all her true form slip through.
Alice brought a bloodied hand up to shield her eyes from the intense light that was suddenly filling the dark alley
"God?" Alice gasped
"A nice compliment" Naomi replied gently "I am but an angel of the Lord"
Alice dropped to her knees and clasped her hands together in prayer as fresh tears fell from her eye's
"Are you here to take me to heaven?"
"No" Naomi replied "you and your unborn child have been chosen for a higher purpose. You're going to help save heaven"
Alice looked in awe, but then looked frantically down at the blood on her skirts
"But...my baby is dying..."
"Yes" Naomi replied in sympathy "but if you accept this fate, then you will both be saved"
Alice looked back at Naomi with determination
"Tell me, what must I do to save my child?"
"you and I will become one, and then, I will use my power from within to make you both strong and whole, all you have to do, my child, is give me permission"
Alice painfully stood as she clutched her abdomen
"Yes...I give permission"
There was a blinding light as Naomi pushed her very being into the women that would now become her vessel
"Sleep now Alice, and I will take care of the rest" Naomi assured as she pushed the young woman's consciousness into a dream like state of pure bliss, then immediately began healing the body that was rejecting the baby.
Naomi determined the child to be female and around 6 months old...not too young, which was good. She didn't want to make her too strong. The original Nephilim were certainly too powerful, this one would be strong yes, but also, controllable.