Chapter 3: Nephilim's Arrival to the Past (Twice)

One moment, Prince Angelo was in the middle of a park near the bunker surrounded by battalions of angels and demons alike with his dead family and God, the next, he was in a white room, sitting in a white chair. In front of him is a closed door, a rectangular white desk, and a blank computer.

As his eight year old body surveys the surrounding, he finds nothing amiss nor dangerous in the place he was in. He pushed his chair backwards a bit, preparing to jump off when the computer lit up causing him to stop in his track. Waiting for a bit more to see what happened, he wasn't disappointed when the screen shows his Grandfather's face.

"Hello grandson!" said the person on the screen cheerfully. Titling his head a little to the right Prince Angelo replied with "What are you doing?"

"Yea well unfortunately, I can't be with you there. As of now, you are in the past, to be more specific in the year 2015, five years before you were born." Chuck started but before Prince Angelo can say anything, he continued his monologue. "I will send you back in the past again after I explain things to you first.

"How far back in the past?" Prince Angelo asked.

"Tuesday September 16, 2008, two days before your parents officially meets up. You will be transported to Hell itself. You will help your papa save your Father. Don't worry the fires of Hell won't hurt you. You will help them get out of Hell safely. After that in Bobby's place, you will explain who you are. From that its all up to you. Because this my grandson will determine if you are suited to rule Heaven after you passed away on Earth."

After comprehending what Chuck just said, Prince Angelo becomes angry, "ARE YOU SAYING ALL THAT HAS HAPPEN SO FAR IS ALL JUST SO YOU. COULD. TEST. ME?"

"You're angry, I get that. After all you just saw your family get killed in front of you but I didn't do this. I have no control over this. From the very beginning, humans weren't even created yet nor the Archangels, nor the angels when the prophecy about you appeared in my dream in a form of a tablet. Anything to do with you, I have no control of. After studying the prophecy about you, all I can read is what you've heard in the present where you came from."

"So you're saying that I'm free to change anything in the past? What if, I accidentally break off my parents and because of that I'm not born?" Prince Angelo asked in quick succession.

"That's why you need to be careful. Prince Angelo, if you're not born then a cosmic consequence will befall on Heaven, Hell and Earth. Destruction and Death will be constant for eternity."

The said person chuckled uneasily. Breathlessly he said,"WOW...way to say 'no pressure'"

With a smile Chuck replied with a, "If you have no question, then close your eyes and count to three."

With a determined nod, Prince Angelo did just that. He closed his eyes and then count...

1

2

3

(2008, Hell)

Prince Angelo's Perspective

When I opened my eyes, my small body took a small backwards step and released an exclamation of shock. Surrounding me is nothing but anguish and despair. People are crying because they were being tutored in various ways. Some are being tortured physically, hammers, and ax, and more are being used. Another fraction of the people in Hell are being tortured mentally. My guess is that they are being shown images of their worst nightmares.

Before I can look around more, a white light passed me. When its about two miles away from me it stopped.

"Oh!" I said internally. "I remember this. This is when papa with his garrison saved Father from Hell. Grandfather is right, this is when Angels lays siege in Hell."

I suddenly heard a high pitched sound in front of me. The white bright light slowly shrinks into a humanoid shape but still retain its brightness. Again, it spoke but this time for some reason I can understand what its saying.

"Who are you?" it asked me. Its voice full of confusion and wariness.

"I'm Prince Angelo. Who are you?" I answered equally wary of the Angel. Because I know that it is an angel. I just don't know its name.

"I am Castiel, Angel of the Lord." When the voice said this, it took all my strength not to go to it and cry. Its my papa standing, talking and alive.

I'm here to help you. To save the Righteous Man out of Hell" I said with conviction. My papa in response titled his head to the right as if asking why am I helping him. I answered with "I will explain everything when we rescue him. Okay?" Reluctantly, he gave me a nod and indicated with his head his instruction for me to follow him. And so I did.

In no time at all, me and my papa reached my Father. There's just one problem. Alistair is there, 'guiding' my Father in torturing a soul. Controlled by my emotion, I shouted, "ENOUGH"

All stopped. My Father from torturing the poor soul on his hands. Alistair from laughing while he watch it. Papa from advancing towards the two. And, the tortured soul from crying in despair.

"Well well, Who are you both?" Asked Alistair is patronizing way. I raised my hand, and activated my power and said "Your End" Before he can reply, he suddenly turned into ash in front of me.

"Castiel, resurrect Dean immediately. Wait for him at his grave. And meet me at the gas station after. From there we all will go to Bobby's and then I'll explain everything and answer all your question. "

Without any resistance, papa did as he was told. He hold into Father and my my shoulder and then we are enveloped by bright white light.

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