Eleven's eyes gazed around her looking down at the Celestials that had chosen to kneel before her. Wings folded neatly behind their backs, a mixture and multitude of different coloured feathers. Streaks of blue, red, gold and green. Their heads were bowed but their arms raised towards her, blades tightly grasped, their hands turned to the side.

She glanced around herself nervously where she caught Zadkiel's eye and he gestured them to come towards him where they slowly made their way through the bowed Angels.

"You should forgive them, they haven't seen anything that has closely resembled an Archangel in a very, very long time" Zadkiel said sadly looking at his fellow celestials.

"What are Archangels?" Eleven asked timidly, her eyes curios as well as nervous.

The Angels had now stood back up and wandered around the clearing talking amongst themselves, breathing in the fresh, crisp clean air of Earth, Zadkiel looked on mournfully, he had not seen any of them this content or happy in thousands of years, the War of the Mind Flayer had been happening for so long not many of them could even remember the start of it anymore. Hopper slung his own rifle onto his shoulder and was talking amongst a group of small Angels with green tipped feathers.

"Archangels are fierce, they're absolute. They were the leaders of the Celestials there were seven of them, Michael, Lucifer, Gabriel, Raphael, Usiel, Selaphiel and Amitiel" Zadkiel said counting them off of his fingers. "But above all else they were powerful, the most terrifying of weapons and now most of them are gone" Zadkiel said gazing at the two in front of him. His eyes dropped to floor.

"Most of them?" Mike asked questioningly

"Yes, the only one who we didn't see die was Lucifer" Zadkiel stated bitterly, it was clearly a sore subject. "The Demon killed them, it killed everyone, what you see here it what is left of the Angels" Zadkiel said his eyes narrowed in sorrow. Mike looked around counted about 50-70 at a rough estimation. "How many Angels were there" Mike asked fearing the answer.

"Hundreds of thousands" Zadkiel said thick with emotion "I'm a seraph and was currently the highest ranking celestial here"

"Was?" Mike questioned, Zadkiel just looked over to Eleven who looked to both Mike and Zadkiel confused.

"Me?" She questioned, Zadkiel nodded slightly and Mike watched as her eyes widened slightly in terror. Mike reached over and took his hand in hers and Smiled at her, she smiled back.

"What happened to my father" she questioned silently, her eyes ablaze.

Zadkiel looked uncomfortable "Its better if I show you" Zadkiel said gesturing for them to come closer. He pressed two finger to both their foreheads and they found themselves rushing through a tunnel of a multitude of colours and images, some of them Zadkiel's memories and some of Mike and Elevens.

Until the right Memory was found.

XxXxX

Selaphiel felt the blade fall to the floor as he hit an invisible barrier, his fire like rage had blinded him and was now trapped. Dr Martin Brenner looked on smugly, the door behind him closed upon the wall in the corridor was a rainbow.

"Ah Selaphiel, Archangel of Ice and Fire. I don't believe I have had the pleasure, what can I do for you?" Brenner said sickingly sweet.

"Spare me the pleasantries Brenner" He spat "You know what I am here for"

Brenner circled around the Archangel, the floor was covered in archaic symbols, symbols that were enough to bound the power of even an Archangel. Brenner simply smiled.

"Ah Eleven, you have come for her" Brenner said his nose lifted up high. Smug, pure smugness.

"Her name is Jane! And you'd do well to remember it, Human" Brenner swept round to face the winged being, be crouched to pick up the triple-edged blade, examining it in his fingers.

"Your Daughter is in safe hands, I assure you" Brenner said with a smile that didn't reach his eyes.

"Safe? nothing is safe around you Brenner, not even Terry, I should of smote you when I had the chance"

"Ah yes Terry, she can't do anything more either I'm afraid, we have seen to that" Brenner said with a sneer

Selaphiel felt tears prick at his eyes, he had left only for a little while to try and help in the war against the Demon, feeling guilty for abandoning them, falling in love with a human was not a good idea for a celestial.

"She has so much potential, so much power, do you know she already calls me Papa? Such a sweet Child, it's a shame you won't be able to see her grow up" Brenner said cryptically, he spun on his heel and plunged the blade into Selaphiel's stomach, Selaphiel felt his grace extinguishing and there in his Mind he saw a boy with freckles and ebony hair holding onto a Girl with curly brown locks with eyes that were pools of deep brown and in his final moments the Archangel smiled. Knowing that someday she would be safe and free. Safe and free in the arms of Michael Wheeler.

"Jane, my daughter, I love you" he whispered a smile tinged onto his blood soaked lips. There was an explosion of pure white light and Brenner raised his arm to cover his eyes. Brenner lowered his arm to see Angel wings splayed onto the wall opposite, like they were scorched onto the concrete, the Archangel moved no-more.

Brenner tossed the blade onto the floor before turning on his heel and strolling out of the room. He looked one last time at the scorched angel wings, tinges of regret pulled at his heart but he pushed that down into the depths of his being. Remorse was a useless and needless emotion he thought.

He closed the door quietly before opening another, the moment he did so a five year old girl came running up to him. Her brown eyes were lit up in delight.

"Papa!" she squealed. Her stubby little arms reaching up to Brenner. He kneeled down and smiled at her, this was a genuine smile. Enough that it did reach his eyes. He carefully scooped her up with one arm. He gently pressed a small finger to her nose. She giggled, wrapping those stubby arms around his neck to keep her balance.

"Are you ready for us to go do some great things together, Eleven?" he asked quietly.

"Yes, Papa" she nodded enthusiastically.

Dr Martin Brenner was a man of many things. A Man of Progress. A Man of Ambition and he mulled over this as he strode down the corridor carrying Eleven, round the corner and out of sight.

XxXxX

Eleven felt herself fall backwards with a gasp. As hot tears began to pour from her eyes as she cried her sorrow, Mike was there in an instant, her arms desperately clinging to Mike, Mike held her tight, his own eyes closed as he felt her sorrow overwhelm him, he felt a flush of anger course through, he had seen everything that she had and it made him want to throw up. He was glad he was the one to have killed Brenner.

Zadkiel looked on sadly, sad for his fallen Brother and for the girl who had lost a father.

"The grace of an Angel and the Soul of a Human" Zadkiel mused to himself.

Eleven had finally calmed down enough to the point of sniffling, her eyes tinged red from soreness. Mike stroked the back of hair gently.

"There's More" Zadkiel said. Hopper chose that moment to wander over from finishing his own conversation with the green feathered Celestials. "So are you going to explain the rest" He said, he laid a hand on El's shoulder having seen everything that happened.

"Yes but we need to go somewhere" He said cryptically.

"Where?" Hopper asked impatiently.

"We need to see William Byers"

(A/N) I gave Brenner a bit more depth and dimension here, I hope to see more to his character in season 3 lol

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