Remiel, Dagon and Asmodeus. Three remaining Prince appeared to reclaim a lost soul from an Angel. Normally, even a single Prince doing such a simple task would be nothing less than an overkill, but with Castiel's presence, such a warranty was very much mandatory. The demons, especially the King of Hell Crowley, were not at all happy with Cass' actions, especially the fact that Hell was in need of repair. Castiel prepared his Angel Blade as the Princes summoned terrible thunderstorms across all the galaxies in the Universe, just for an accountant-looking guy in a stupid trench coat. The attack destroying the bar completely and obliterated the whole environment. Had Castiel not moved all the people nearby and absorbed the power into himself, the Milky Way galaxy would have disappeared. Bela was removed from the place too. She could not see what had transpired at all.
Even as the damage was absorbed, an entire mountain was flattened to the ground by accident. While it was indeed a devastating attack, Castiel did not even flinch for a bit. It was apparent why the task of snatching Bela Talbot required Crowley and Hell such an overkill army. The Angel was simply stronger than all of them. When lightning did not work, the Princes tried using gravity, then the constellations, then the galaxies itself. The battle wrecked havoc across the Universe, creating very large void of darkness along the superclusters. All of such destructions came from none other than four seemingly human entities floating in the depth of space. The mad dance of quasars mixed with the bleeding energy of stars and the fragmenting black holes rumbled so much even Dean could feel it from his house. The epic match marched on with four immortal beings tried one-up each other with more...archetypal imaginations since cosmic blasts of cartoonish effects wouldn't work forever.
Time, reality, non-existence, death, darkness, light, thoughts, imaginations were all abstract concepts the Angel and Demons used against one another. The Demons were a little more creative, finally gaining actual advantage matching Castiel's. Even then, the Angel in the trench coat got them dead on with the concept of goodness, something the Princes couldn't truly comprehend ever since they were damned spirits in Hell, albeit very ancient ones. It was one hell of an epic battle between an Angel and 3 Demons, if the battle was actually one-sided, but the Princes had all been seriously injured. Lighting his eyes blue, Castiel attempted to annihilate the three Princes but Dagon and Asmodeus were able to escape before Cass' holy white light could smite them. Remiel was not so fortunate. Just as the two Princes attempted to jump on Castiel with the Angel Blades they stole from some Angels a while back, Castiel immediately overpowered and killed them both with his own blade. So end the epic and grand legacy of the Princes of Hell, all pathetically killed by hunters. At least the last three went out slightly better.
After finishing off the Hell's Princes, Castiel reappeared and smote the rest of the demons presented, saving Bela from another trip to Hell. Well, the whole journey would just going to get far more arduous, with Bela still hellbound and whatnot. Bela revealed the buyer purchasing the amulet Cass was looking for; a Russian sorcerer named Sergei.
Cass paid a visit to this Sergei, who was not a friendly fella. Right as he arrived outside the trailer, Castiel was encircled by holy fire, while Sergei branded a shotgun just to be sure, as if either can do anything to the most devoted servant of man and God.
"Was the holy fire really necessary?", Castiel, very annoyed, asked.
"Self-preservation makes many things necessary. Is anyone else with you?"
"Yes, Bela Talbot. And for the record, the holy fire would be useless nonetheless". Castiel proceeded to easily blow out the holy fire, terrifying Sergei into a negotiation.
As the three entered the trailer, which for the record, was surprisingly spacious and luxurious, Sergei graciously asked his guests to sit down. Castiel unfortunately chose a bad chair rolling around. His body immediately rolled down and fell back as the chair moved back and forth. He struggled to sit his body in a single position as his annoyance was incredibly hilarious to watch. Even Bela and Sergei found the sight one-in-a-lifetime funny. Finally getting himself to sit still, Castiel immediately inquired about the amulet Bela once sold him. Sergei gave them the details regarding the amulet and its history:
"It's the amulet of Yaldaboth, a deity worshipped prominently among the Sarkicism"
"Sarkicism?"
"For an Angel, you are terribly behind on the news...Castiel. Sarkicism is a very very ancient cult that had been existing before your lovely Father banished Adam and Eve. They were civilizations worshipping Yaldaboth, and they came to this world in primordial time to expand the power of their god"
"Other world?"
"Yes, other world. They said these 'archons', 'angels' of Yaldaboth came from the worlds above", Sergei sounded gleeful as he pressed on "angels", much to Castiel's slight irritation.
"Well then, do you know anything about this 'Yaldaboth'?"
"No. Nobody has ever recorded about this god, maybe except the Gnostic sect. But they did not even understand half of what they're saying most of the time, so you better look for other sources, Castiel. My job here is done. You may have the amulet, but you must return it when you're done".
With the amulet in his hands and Bela's job being somewhat done, Castiel returned to the African temple for some filling in the lore, summoning Balthazar for the check-ins as well. The two Angels investigated the powers within this amulet. With only a touch, both of them were able to sense so much power, so much blood, so much evil that both of them were slightly injured doing so, collapsing the tunnels beneath them. Their only clue was gone, and they have nothing else better to follow other than an amulet with unholy magic.
"Ah, for Dad's sake, that's our only clue. Now we're on square one. Any better idea, captain?", Balthazar sarcastically asked.
"As far as I know, the deity blessing this amulet has a name. Yaldaboth, and their cult are a group of species from other world, and they came to this one before Adam and Eve were banished to Earth. They're called archons"
"In which case, I may have a witch who can help us with otherworldly gods, a really really powerful witch who I may or may not have a heartfelt relationship with"
"Heartfelt relationship?", Cass tilted his head in extreme confusion.
"Doesn't matter. Her name is Rowena Macleod, and she may have some really juicy information on everything we haven't care to lay eyes on for millennia."
"Where can we find this...Rowena Macleod?", Castiel curiously asked.
With a snap of Balthazar's fingers, Castiel found himself right in front of the witch in question, startling the witch. She did not expect someone to pop up into her apartment, right when she was enjoying her...promiscuous activities.
"Moving on so soon, Rowena? Come on, it's been three days. Three days", Balthazar sounded genuinely offended.
Rowena immediately hid her new lover in the closet and get herself clothed immediately. "The apartment is fortified, warded and cursed to kill any uninviting intruders. Most beings entering her place uninvited should have been painfully killed, yet these two daring air-heads did not even flinch", Rowena thought. Panicking at the presence of two intruding entities, she attempted to cast a destructive offensive spell to defend herself from whoever they are. It was quite a devastating spell, obliterate the unfortunate lover in the vicinity and shook parts of the world. But to the two servants of God, such magic merely tantamount to a gentle blow of an infant. Balthazar even seemed amused while Castiel was confused. Rowena finally calmed down from the attack as she realized she was graced by the presence of God's heralds before letting out a very sarcastic, squeaky greeting.
"Hello boys."
"Ah, Rowena, darling, it's been two weeks. How could you move on so quickly?", Balthazar sounded genuinely offended and hurt.
"Oh, dear, you know despite our difference, I still keep you in my heart!", Rowena retorted with a flirtatious tone.
"Oh darling...", Balthazar and Rowena delved themselves into a passionate kiss until Castiel interrupted them with an annoyed tone.
"Can we return to the elephant in the room?"
"Ah yes, so, Rowena, we are looking for, a very ancient one know by the name of Yaldaboth. Do you happen to know a thing or two about this ancient woobly doobly?", Balthazar shakily replied to Castiel's annoyance.
"I'm sorry, Balthazar, but I don't know anything about such a god, maybe I heard it somewhere before, but even this knowledge is beyond me", Rowena said with a dubious tone to her ignorance.
The two Angels left again with absolutely no useful clue to their name. Both Castiel and Balthazar were quite frustrated with what they currently got, and the assaults of those Pre-Existential entities were close. The prison holding them would soon burst and once they enter Creation, everything God, the Archangels and the Heavenly Host worked to death for will be gone without a trace. Balthazar already had a high stake in this conflict, but Castiel, he had even bigger concerns. If all Hell breaks loose, ever lifeforms, every soul in existence, everything all that is precious to Castiel will not just dead, nor annihilated, but completely erased. Gone! Meeting fates far worse than mere death. And that concerned him. Castiel MUST know who Yaldaboth is. It's the only way existence can survive, flourish and be happy. Unluckily, even as God imbued him with vastly greater strength, Castiel is not omnipotent, omniscient nor omnipresent. He is still not his three great eldest brothers, nor is he God. He cannot stop all sufferings in Creation, nor do anything he wanted to. He can only do his very best to protect his Father's greatest creation. Lost in his stream of thoughts, Castiel was finally brought back to reality by Balthazar's nagging. Arguing about their next moves to no results, Balthazar finally came up with a suggestion.
"You know, Cas, why did we even bothered with those hairless apes at all?", Balthazar asked in extreme annoyance.
"What are you insinuating, lieutenant?", Castiel rebuffed in a calm, but bone-chilling tone.
"L..L..Look, this Yaldaboth and all of its practice predated humanity of this world. If we're asking for human's help in decoding this mystery, we're just heading to a pointless conclusion", Balthazar answered, much more subdued.
"What do you suggest then?"
"That we asked of the Fate"
"A perilous proposal, Balthazar. They are quite hot-tempered, cryptic and demanding"
"Well, it's either that or we blew up everything for nothing"
While slightly hesitant with Balthazar's proposition, Castiel got virtually nothing left in his mind and so he easily agreed to it. To call upon The Omniscient Fate, they need what some modern entities referred to as "commodities". These so-called commodities is different to each entities in Creation, but for Angels like Castiel and Balthazar, such commodities is not tangible. It must not be some simple, meaningless and materialistic currency nor artifact. It must be a meaningful offering, an all-encompassing one. It must be what the Heavenly Host used as commodities: Creation itself. Or rather, those two guys needed the symbols of it.
"Great, so Fate it is", Balthazar sarcastically cracked.