It started out small, the signs, little mishaps here and there, and then it escalated; an oil spill in the Gulf, a wildfire in California, an epidemic in Africa. Things that got peoples attention, things that caused disorder among the peace, and it was soon enough causing disorder in more than just the human world.

The Healer had been worried when he had been notified of the attack on the ancient world, the plagues, all of them, being hailed down upon the people with the same fury that they had been all that time ago. He'd set off immediately to see it for himself, no believing that someone would enact them again on a people who had grown to live in peace with them, and when he arrived, he was greeted with the sight of the people physically overtaken at the red that glistened in their beloved river Nile. He dipped his hand in, pulling back some of the mysterious liquid, rubbing it between his fingers.

Blood.

Water turned to blood.

The turmoil created by the event took days to calm again. The ancient people of the ancient world were in a frenzy, thinking it was Heaven against them again, planning on rallying their own warriors in retaliation for the plagues. The Archangel had been able to dispel them as quickly as they had appeared, aiding the rulers in calming their people once more, and turned to his godling charge for further information.

Nothing much was shared; a girl in modern clothing, about 5 feet tall, hair dyed a shocking blue. Nothing that could discern a culprit, and sadly, he had to leave with more questions that he desired answers for.

Things only escalated from there.

The Prince had been frustrated at the war that had broken out between the two factions; both night crawlers warring over territory, vampires fighting werewolves despite the treaty that had been made thousands of years previous. Him and his Powers went to dispel the fighting between them of course, ending the fighting before it could spill out into the human world more then it already had.

After interrogating the two faction leaders, peacefully of course, he had left with about as many answers as his younger brother had after the plagues were cast upon the ancient city of Egypt.

It wasn't until they were called by their Father to aid the Winchesters and their friend (read:pet) seraph in the turmoil arising into the human world, that they finally got their answers. It came from the most unlikely of places, something that would be laughed about later, and they each turned to look at each other in acknowledgement when it happened.

All Sam had said was; "This is utter Chaos."

Michael turned in quick succession to his Powers, the three of them stood at attention at once, and he gave them the direct order to search the culprit out. Leave no stone unturned, check every dark nook and cranny, not to return without them in control. Nisroc saluted, pressing his fist to the opposite shoulder, and he disappeared with his two soldiers in tow.

The Messenger turned in time to his own Lieutenant, Zaveriel stood at attention in his own way, looking up from where he'd been staring down at his boot and raising his chin to signify that attention was had by him.

"You." Gabriel ignored him when he returned with a quip of 'Me.' And shook his head firmly "You seemingly know nearly everyone. Have you heard from Valora recently?" his eyes widened when his young second in command nodded calmly, "Yep." And he took a step closer when it appeared that he wasn't going to say much more without prompting "Well, when?"

Zaveriel shrugged, "A couple weeks ago. She stopped in to say 'hello' and took off again. Was sporting some new hair too, blue, I think, I'm gonna give it a shot. Always wanted orange hair." Gabriel waved that nonsense away, but the Healer looked up in surprise, stepping up on the young messenger's other side "Blue hair, you say?"

"Yep. It was pretty bitchin."

"And you didn't think to say anything!" The Messenger was a mixture of exasperated and aggravated, throwing his hands up in the air, this turn of events made his young messenger flinch, but he stayed where he was leaning against the side of the table lazily, "You, who heard us talking about this for weeks, didn't think to say anything about meeting with Valora!"

"Nope. Didn't even cross my mind." He had the air about him of someone who couldn't give any cares about what had been done.

Sam stepped forward, having grown tired of having similar questions unanswered, interrupting the raging archangel (a very dangerous thing to do, mind you) with a slightly raised hand, "Excuse me?", he resisted the urge to shiver when four sets of very powerful eyes turned to look at him "But who is 'Valora'?"

Lucifer nodded in understanding, where he stood to the side of the oldest archangel, bouncing his fledgling on his arm as he watched the events unfolding around him. Honestly, he wasn't as surprised as the others seemed to be that the young messenger had seen their younger sister and kept it to himself, he was a big believer in 'Karma'.

And could think to give only one answer, "Chaos, herself."

…

They had captured the young angel rather easily, some might even say it was too easy, she had been waiting for the Powers to catch up after their short chase with wrists held out for the cuffs that the Captain carried for prisoners.

She smiled at him as he secured them in place, easily ignoring the hurt that shone in his eyes, much like the young messenger, Nisroc knew many.

"I thought you were dead?"

"Honey, I rose up from the dead, I do it all the time. I've got a list of names and yours is in red, underlined. I check it once, then I check it twice!"

He sighed at the response, he knew she was quoting something, but didn't know what. He took hold of her shackles and turned to his men, nodding in ascent, and they disappeared in a small whoosh of wind.

…

They weren't sure how they all liked the look she was giving the Messenger, even after hours of failed attempts to get her to talk to them. There was no trickier angel then Valora. Karma was a bitch sometimes and Chaos reigned even when it seemed like it didn't.

She smiled "I'll tell you what you're going to do." She continued her stare at the Messenger "You're going to let me go and I'll be like a good little angel and leave things be. For a while, at least."

Gabriel met her stare with one of his own, she smiled, as he took her bate "Why would we let you go?"

"Because I'm cashing in."

He's eyes took on a confused light "What?"

She stood from where she sat in the turned around chair, the two front legs crashing to the floor with a loud noise, from where she had previously been leaning back on the back two against the table behind her.

"I'm cashing in, Gabe, you owe me."

"I owe you squat."

She held her hands up, both, as they were still cuffed together, and she raised single finger, her eyes going wide in a mocking manner, "Oh, but you do, you really really do.", she reached forward to poke him in the chest "You see, it was me. I did it. It was me. I freed you. I'm the one who nudged that stupid little monkey in your direction. I'm the one who planted the thought in his mind to save the pathetic, cowering archangel out from under that uppity Prince of Hell's thumb, who used you as his own personal buffet table when ever he pleased. It was me. I did it. Now you owe me a debt and I'm cashing in. So you're going to do exactly as I say and let me go."