Abaddon. Abaddon was handpicked by Lucifer himself to become one of the Knights of Hell. One of the cruelest acquaintances of Lucifer. She was said to be "The Destroyer", the angel of the abyss, and as the queen of a plague of locusts. You get what I mean, she was evil, all of the knights were. "But, but she's dead. They are all dead. They were reputed to have been killed by the archangels."

"No, it was a lie. Abaddon is the last knight and the archangels were not the ones who kill the other knight either." Castiel said.

"A lie. Why? Micheal, Rapheal, Gabriel... They wouldn't. They couldn't." I stuttered almost incoherently. Even the idea of the archangels lying was laughable. Why would they take a honor when it wasn't theirs to take.

"Unfortunately that is how Metatron tricked me. It seems that there is darkness everywhere, even i Heaven. Heaven has been using angels like me and you, they used me to spy on the Winchesters and used me to sway Dean during the apocalypse. Heaven has... become tainted."

"No." I gasped weakly.

"Do you mind filling us in?" Rosalie said sarcastically.

I turned to the blond haired, pain beauty, my posture stiff with tension. "Abaddon is a Knight of Hell, but all angels have thought the Knights were dead century's ago. We were told that the archangels have killed them but..." I couldn't continue because I didn't know the rest of the fact. Also I felt betray clog my throat, I saw no reason of them to lie. Yet they did and if they hadn't, then maybe Abaddon would have been killed by now and the Winchester's would be able to help.

Thankfully Castiel picked up where i left off. "...But it was actually their leader who killed them, Cain."

"Okay, so why don't they just kill her and be done with it." Rosalie said.

I scoffed. She was oblivious to most of the supernatural would around her. "You cannot simply kill abaddon with anything. Like angels, like demons... like vampires, there is a specific way in which a Knight of Hell must be killed. Abaddon can only be killed by the First Blade." I saw Carlisle's mouth open with a question on his tongue. So i continued to explain. "Fashioned from the jaw of a donkey, the First Blade is the only weapon that can kill Abaddon. However it can only be wheeled by one who carries the Mark of Cain. It is the source of the First Blade's power. The Mark and the Blade work together, and without it the First Blade is rendered useless. The Mark can also be transferred if the person is "worthy of it"."

"So, what do we do?" I sighed, "I've never been on Earth as an angel before so i don't know how to find the gate and what it looks like."

"I have no idea, there has never been any need to use the Earth bound gate." Castiel told me and then turned to Esme. "Do you have a telephone at your disposal that I may be able to use?"

"Sure." Esme answered kindly before going to show his where it is.

I groaned and rubbed my temples with my forefingers. As the screams and cries of the dead of louder, the more I felt like I was going crazy. There split into my head bringing unintentional yet unwelcoming pain. Their voices were white hot agony searing my mind. Now it's receding like a purple curtain of pain,
a sweeping tide of of physical discomfort, reforming, preparing for the next awful onslaught. "Are you okay? What are you going to do now?" Edward asked me.

"I'm fine but I have know idea how to go from here." I felt useless. God was locked up somewhere or maybe even cast down to Earth while Metatron is trying to take over Heaven.

The living room lapsed into silence and nothing but Castiel's conversation could be heard.

"Dean... He- Metatron, he took my grace." Dean Winchester, Castiel was talking to Dean Winchester. I felt a tingle of hope. Maybe they would help, even if they are busy with other things. Maybe they could just point me in the general direction?

"Don't worry about me, what are you doing for Sam?" There was a pause as Castiel listened.

"What other angel?" He asked, Castiel's voice was tight and guarded and even I straightened my back- anxious to find out who else was with them. Were they friend? Or have they become our foes? Which angels had began to slow cycle towards insanity? There was no way of knowing.

"Azekel..." Castiel sighed in relief, but I felt no relief. I had heard that name somewhere- somewhere important. "Yes, he's a good soldier. He should be able to help until I get there."

I was silently cursing and shouting at myself. 'Come on, Bella. Where have you heard that name before? You have heard it recently, where? Where, Isabella?'.

"Might be a few days but..." Castiel said. Then it hit me, AZEKEL.

"NO." I shouted, running to Castiel. "No, Castiel. It is not Azekel." I cried.

"What?" His face screwed up in confusion.

"It cannot be Azekel. Get him away for the Winchesters, now."

"Why?"

"Because Azekel is dead. He died in the Fall."

"Angels have died?" His eyes widened with disbelief.

"Yes, haven't you heard, everyone is going crazy. Those who have died in the Fall were probably the lucky ones and some are being driven insane by the human emotions that angels were never suppose to feel. Some angels want your blood on their swords, others just want blood. There are so few who are like us, Castiel. There are so few that actually know how to control these emotions." My voice was growing panicked, I didn't realize how psychotic my world had become until now, when I listed it out in front of me.

Castiel just stared at me, until the crackling, electronic sound of someone shouting down the phone drew his attention away.

He put the phone against his right ear and said with a deadly, calm. "Yeah, Dean. I'm fine. Don't left that angel go near Sam, he is not Azekel." There was a pause. Then, "I don't know who that angel is."