Readying themselves, Balthazar and Castiel listed the commodities needed to audience the strict and unforgiving Fates. They need three entirely working sacrifice tied to the all-encompassing Creation itself. An infinitely simplistic yet infinitely complex and layered request, for Creation has grown far beyond what the Angels could have ever understandably comprehended. It took both of them a long moment to come up with a feasibly satisfying sacrifice, and it came in three...things. Well, "Things" is not a suitable description to illustrate what these commodities truly are, for they are inherently metaphysical, unreal, formless in nature.
Anyway, the three sacrifices would start with the Water from the Primordial Ocean of Darkness and Chaos, symbolizing the universe before it is created. Submerging themselves through the primordial ocean of chaos, the state of being where universes arise from every moment of time and timeless. It had been eons, perhaps forever, ever since they felt its water. The Primordial Ocean is neither warm nor cold, neither dark nor light. Castiel and Balthazar were both grasping under its water, yet they were not truly drowning yet the stream of water was strong, harsh and unforgiving. It is pure chaos, untamed. And the two angels were running through it. It was devoid of any creative matter, yet its water holds vast potential for Creation itself. Calming and pacing themselves slowly, the two Angels managed to collect its formless water with their bare hands and hold it in a large mug. The first offering was done.
The second offering collected would be the "fabric of the world", coming in the form of the wind itself. When the Angels formulated the Universe, the fabric of reality is the most focused handiwork. Castiel had always admired this handiwork, for he himself had put all of the effort in weaving the world from its physical and metaphysical components. All the complex layered meaning etched in the delicate yet indestructible threads of reality was what the two Angels truly seek to offer to the Fates. This fabric of the world is therefore, all-encompassing. Whether it is to any physical objects, stars, planets or in physical matter and abstract concepts such as time, space, dimension - the fabric encompass and comprise all of these things. In every single object or concept, exists a far deeper meaning stretching out into uncountable level of meanings. A sword can be a beautiful rose, an epic poetry, a star, a philosophy and even in unthinkable things with no words to describe. All things after all, exist in an infinite state of being, all of which possess underlaying mysteries and archetypes that inspire both awe and madness. And such a preciousness was exactly what the Fates would appreciate in the fabric of the world. Using his strength, Castiel ripped the fabric of the world from the universe, harmlessly. It was like tearing a piece of cloth over a stage background. He folded the fabric into a pocket in his trench coat.
The last offering is perhaps, the simplest of the three offerings to the Fates. The two Angels need the light of the sun, symbolizing the dawn of Creation and Life itself. As it symbolizes the dawn of Creation, the light of sun also represents the Angels and their inner essence too. The sun itself is no simple ball of condensed hydrogen cloud, it is a full-fledge cosmic spirit of its own. Every star in Creation is, actually. They exist in a far realm, in the formless actuality far above reality of the Universe, and their powers could tear apart Creation itself. In fact, Castiel had to kill one before the Pre-Existential became a threat. While the essence of any star is precious and holds the life-essence of Angels, it is still the sun that Castiel truly needs, an originator and a deity of its own, representing even God himself. To collect the light of the sun, the task required a delicate hand. One that Balthazar has. Transforming himself into some sort of rainbow mist, Balthazar ran up into the daylight and carefully extracting the sunlight, condensing it into a bluish celestial energy which Castiel collected into a jar. The three offerings were complete.
Traveling to an empty but beautiful grassland, Castiel and Balthazar prepared for the ritual to call upon the Fates. They drew upon a long thread from their angelic magic, and conjured a scissors to cut it down during the sunset. They drew upon the Web of Wyrd with a stick into the ground in the shining night sky. Balthazar summoned the astral image of the Web into the sky, conjuring and rearranging the constellations into the shape of the symbol. They drew upon the Wheel of Dharma into the ground, summoning the holiest of flames and formed it into shape, during sunrise. Despite passing over phases of days, the ritual only took 30 minutes to carry out. Castiel and Balthazar finally took out the water, the fabric and the sun, and mixed all of it in. The fabric mixed with the water transformed both of it into a puddle of blood, and the blue energy poured into the jar dissipated into the blood. The preparation is completed, and it was the time they commence the presence of the Fates.
"I, Castiel, Seraph of the First Host"
"I, Balthazar, Angel of the Eighth Host"
"Call upon the presence of the Fates", both chanted as violent lightning storms appear.
"The Three-Who-Is-One", Castiel chanted as the storm grew more violent.
"The One-Who-Is-Three", Balthazar chanted.
"The Furies, who rained down vengeance and justice. The Kindly Ones, who offer compassion and comfort", the two Angels both chanted as the astral ghost of the Fates slowly manifest itself into reality. The Maiden, The Mother and The Crone's image was initially blinding and indistinguishable from one another, but as the light of storm rained down, they finally appeared as three separating entities.
"You Angels are so melodramatic!", the Maiden cheekily remarked.
"Are you fine, love? Are you hungry? Are you in need of something?", the Mother tenderly asked.
"They are, but not for food. These two Angels, they need something else", the Crone harshly read their intentions.
"You found us out", Balthazar replies with a smile to his face.
"We need your help", Castiel replies with a much more serious, dire tone. After all, 'emergency' is an understatement to describe how much crap Cass and Balth are in.
"What, like you helped us with the Apocalypse?", the Crone angrily answered the prayer. "Do you know how much troubles you've caused us, CASTIEL? And YOU HAD THE AUDACITY TO ASK FOR OUR HELP?"
The Crone's anger intensify the thunderstorm so much even the two Angels had to duck slightly.
"Apocalypse is old business, sister self. And they did bring priceless stuff", The Mother and The Maiden calmly responded.
Castiel and Balthazar brought in their offering, which resembled blood. The Sisters drank their offerings into themselves with an elated expression. Satisfied, they allowed the two Angels to name their questions.
"You may ask us three questions", The Mother happily offered
"And get one answer from each of us", The Maiden clarified.
"Thank you ladies", Castiel gave his praise. "My first question. An evil lurked. Amortal, he came from another world. He goes by the name Yaldaboth, who is he?"
"A blind fool; A god of Creation; The Eater of Gods; He-Who-Bore-Universes", the Sisters answered.
"An eater of gods...he must be a dangerous and powerful individual", Castiel observed.
"You think?", Balthazar sarcastically commented.
"Second question. This Yaldaboth, in what form of divine authority does he preside over?"
"The Entropy of the Gods, he who shall devours the high and mighty; He who create-and-rule the flesh and blood; Primal, Primordial, He exists above and watch over all of realities", The Crone replied.
"Hmm...A god of such a proportion would be cosmically powerful...It seems Sam and Dean are out of question", Castiel observed again, much to Balthazar's sarcastic chagrin.
"Final question. Yaldaboth has not been active nor shown his presence on Earth for thousands of years. Where is he now?"
"A god of many parasites, he was betrayed by his followers, the Children of Sun and shattered by Adam-el-Asam, his own son no less. His remains were imprisoned in an African coal mine", The Sisters answered the final question before promptly disappearing without a trace.
Recorded the answers given to them by the Fates, Castiel and Balthazar started analyzing and deducing the nature of this...Yaldaboth at Balthazar's mansion. As they were about to work on figuring out the nature of this figure, Dean Winchester suddenly called on Castiel because it was Ben's 12th birthday. Castiel left Balthazar to deal with the analysis while he attended Ben's birthday. While children's party is not his thing, as with the rest of mortal stuff, Cas couldn't just hide away from being Ben's closest uncle. Suffice to say, Balthazar was extremely unhappy that Castiel just suddenly flew out in the middle of work.
"Hey, Cass...", Balthazar desperately called down to no avail.