Living Among Giants

by Monkeygirl77

She was adopted into the fold of Archangels and now she's learning how to be a fledgling again after the end of the war. She's got plenty of older angels to show her the way though. A new set of Guardians, a new home, and a present Parent, she's living among giants now.

103. Disposal

Aiding the two human hunters was not something that was first on their list of deeds they took to happily, especially not after the lengths their Seraph Guardian was willing to take to get another on their side, and to a fledgling no less. It was ensured that not one of them left her alone in their presence, always just behind her, keeping her under wing, ensuring anyone who dared mean her harm would face their might, and that included the two hunters and their angel that they were there to aid in this battle they faced in the form of a vampires nest.

Her scream of frustration had Nisroc and Titus turning from their hushed conversation, the others turning from their own doings, standing at attention as the seraph tried to tug the fledgling away up his proclamation that she would be the one to lore them out.

Fledgling blood was a staple to come by for the creatures and they would never turn down an opportunity to feast off her.

Puriel and Abraxos, the two nearest the Seraph and the Baby Power, were quick in separating the two of them and guiding the young fledgling back to where the others stood. Weapons drawn, as though waiting for him to try and defy their own order, Akeelah latched onto Nisroc's leg and refused to let go. The Captain set a hand on her head comfortingly, his fingers curled loosely around the hilt of his own sword.

"She stays with me."

"She would be better ser—"

"I don't believe you heard me, I shall repeat for your benefit, she stays with me."

Castiel eyed them, as though contemplating his chances, but wisely backed down. These were not angels that took 'no' for an answer, and even less so, easily defeated. The Archangels were Heaven's most dangerous weapons. But the Powers were the most efficient. The could hold their own against Michael himself, and not many could claim that, they were not ones he would stand a chance again.

His eyes drifted to the fledgling that hung from the mighty Captains leg, peering out from behind it at him, and he understood just why it was rumored she was the most powerful fledgling in all of Heaven.

She had Heaven's most dangerous and efficient weapons wrapped around her little finger.