Such death.
Castiel, exhausted and battered himself, stopped. Standing still in the midst of battle, he watched as his brothers and sisters waged war against each other. The field surrounding them was littered with the bodies of fallen angels. The storm that raged above mimicked the turmoil on the field.
And for what?
In disbelief, Castiel recognized they weren't slaughtering in the name of Heaven. They were slaughtering in the name of Power - and not the power to help and protect, as was his Original Design.
No, this power was corrupt. It was selfish. It was arrogant. It was cruel.
When had the Angels fallen so far from their Father's Word?
"Enough!" Castiel's voice boomed, shaking the trees as lightning streaked across the sky. Surprised, all the angels paused, turning to look at him.
Castiel gestured around, voice so loud no angel could ignore him. "Look around you! Look at what we have become! Is this what we are meant to do?" Turning, he yelled to the remaining angels. "We are not only slaughtering each other, but the humans," Castiel spread his hands to indicate all the bodies of the vessels lying lifeless on the ground, "we are supposed to be protecting! Do you really wonder why Father left? Why He loves them more? Maybe it's OUR faith He is testing, not theirs!" Murmurs went throughout his family as they glanced at the innocent blood spilled all around them.
Throwing his angel sword pointedly into the ground, Castiel's gaze rose up to the sky in sadness. "And Father knows we are failing."