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His entire world came crashing down...

Castiel watched the whore house burn. No matter how many runes or how much magic Meg summoned it was no match for the angelic flames that engulfed the whorehouse.

Screaming from his shackles and chains the pure ones dragged him away from the place he called home...

Through the mountains and valleys of the pure ones dragged a weak, malnourished Castiel.

'Where are you now! You bastards of the sky!' Castiel screamed day after day until his throat ran dry.

The pure bloods looked at Castiel with disgust.

'The Angels don't help the cecidit' they would yell back.

Every day for four days it was exactly the so

Fallen... Cecidit... Was this what he was? Castiel asked himself.

~...~

Castiel lay on his stomach, his wings tucked in safely trying to make himself as comfortable as possible. He looks down at his grace-binding shackles and breathes out slowly. For four days Castiel has tried everything he could to get the shackles off but he just couldn't. His wrists are bloody and bony from past attempts.

The Earth around Castiel shifts as weight on the ground distributed, someone was moving towards him. Castiel closes his eyes hard as whomever it was grabs him by the wings.

'Stop!' Castiel screams.

'Who's gonna make me?' The pure-blood purrs, 'you are cecidit.'

The pure-blood strokes Castiel's wings eliciting a small moan from Castiel.

'Your mouth is saying no,' The pure blood strengths his hold on Castiel's wings making him yell out, 'but your body's saying yes.'

Tears stream down Castiel's face as the pure-blood rips off the remainder of Castiel's clothes.

'Why are you doing this?' Castiel cries out.

The pure blood smiles as he snaps the tip of Castiel's wing, 'because... Your grace begs for my forgiveness. Do you not seek forgiveness Castiel?'

'I- I did nothing wrong!'

The pure-blood lets free his thick erection and spits on it.

'On the contrary,' the pure-blood moans as he stabs his member into Castiel, 'you were born.'

Castiel screams as the pure-blood awkwardly pounds his ass. The pure-blood grips Castiel tightly as he thrusts.

'Please God, stop!' Castiel screams.

The pure-blood makes each thrust more painful, making Castiel scream.

'Just enjoy Cecidit, it'll feel much better when you enjoy it.'

The pure-blood smiles as he slips his cock out of Castiel's ass. The pure-blood forces Castiel to his knees then shoves his cock in Castiel's mouth.

'God has forsaken you.'

The pure-blood moans as he releases into Castiel's mouth. But he won't let Castiel's mouth off of his still hard erection.

'Swallow it.'

Castiel looks up at the pure blood and shakes his head. The pure-blood nods and slaps Castiel away.

'It's free boys, do what you want,' the pure-blood yells at the others.

In a few moments the entire legion of 15 that had been leading Castiel through the valley takes out their sexual desires on Castiel. Pure-blood dengels fucked Castiel using each other's cum as lubricant. After the minutes turned to hours Castiel gave up screaming for an angel... He gave up on God... and turned he prayed silently to a darker being.

Castiel looks out into space, his body num from exhaustion and blood loss. If he doesn't act soon he'll lose his chance.

'Lord Satan, by your grace, grant me, I pray thee the power to conceive in my mind and to execute that which I desire to do, the end which I would attain by thy help.' Tears stream from Castiel's eyes as the colors invert, his eyes turning black with golden irises. 'O Mighty Satan, the one True God who livest and reignest forever and ever. I entreat thee to inspire Lilith to manifest before me that she may give me true and faithful answer, so that I may accomplish my desired end, provided that it is proper to her office.'

Castiel bites his skin until he draws blood, then he draws Lilith's signal into his skin. 'This I respectfully and humbly ask in Your Name, Lord Satan, may you deem me worthy, Father... Amen.'

Castiel closes his eyes just as a blonde figure enters his sites.

'Good choice sweetheart.'

~... Dean ...~

Dean wakes up in an all-white room, strapped to a metal chair and a red-headed woman standing over him. The woman leans over Dean and smiles.

'Where the hell am I?' Dean looks around. 'And who the fuck are you?'

'You don't know?' The woman sits down at a metal desk in front of Dean, 'You're home...Dean.'

'Heaven?' Dean looks around, confused.

The red-head takes out a long silver tool.

'We have a problem Dean.'

Dean struugles in his chair, 'you're not coming near me with that thing!' However he can't move from the locked chair.

The woman leans over Dean. 'You need to do the work of Angels, Winchester. God did not create you for nothing.'

'Who are you...'

The woman turns on the machine and shoves it into Dean's head.

'My name is Naomi.'

~...Cas...~

Castiel wakes up in the same place he fell asleep. Nothing has changed except for a sound buzzing all around him. Castiel, afraid to open his eye, opens his left eye slowly. He looks all around him, everyone, all the ones that touched him... All the ones that... raped him... They're all dead.

Castiel struggles to his feet as he looks all around him. All of the dead bodies and blood spray... But Castiel feels nothing.

'You were amazing last night Angel,' a young voice whispers.

Castiel turns around to see a young girl not more than eight years old.

'Excuse me?'

'The way you slaughtered them all after you passed out,' Lilith smiles as she relishes the thought, 'it was orgasmic. Show me your wings Castiel.'

Lilith walks over to Castiel and brings him to his knees. Castiel looks up at the older demon with his large innocent eyes.

Castiel lets free his wings and lets his eyes invert. Lilith smiles with glee.

'Is this satisfactory?'

'It's beautiful Castiel.'

'May I get up now?'

Lilith moves her hand quickly.

'You're going to have to choose now.'

Castiel didn't know why the world started to spin... But he knew the sky looked beautiful. It was a deep blue that was unlike any other. The way it swirled all around him like he was floating. He was so light now... It was a soft feeling but then he felt himself tugged down and he saw the Earth approaching, even he was scared, he couldn't control anything. He was painfully powerless. When Castiel hit the floor, he rolled for a minute and finally felt a sense of release. But something was... strange...

One shouldn't be able to see your own body lying five feet away.

~...~