WHO: Uriel, Ruby, NPC!Angel. WHAT: Opposite teams meet same agenda. WHEN: Evening. WHERE: Lawrence, Kansas. RATING: Violence. Possibly language.
Uriel had known that his proposal would have been met with horror. Shock. Denial. Anger. He had seen it one too many times to walk in without predicting the endgame. Some would surprise him. They would agree. Zachariah would appear, he would wear that odd smile of his, and then he would work on determining as to whether or not their potential new ally would really hold true to their word. Angels held a sense of pride in what it was that they did with themselves. Most times, he didn't have to bother. If they wanted to join them, that was it. They were firmly on their side. This angel, however, was proving to be a bit of a pain. As soon as Uriel had suggested that the idea of Lucifer being freed was possibly a good one, anger was quick to follow. They were both powerful angels. Evenly matched in the face of combat, as it were. Yet Uriel had something that his opponent did not have. Something very unique. It was, in fact, one of the only things in this world that could take down an angel, especially one with the amount of strength that stood before him.
It didn't take much. Evading a close ranged attack with the aid of his wings, Uriel turned Lucifer's sword over in his hands and raised it high above his head. The sword was not hard to identify - it was legendary. Zachariah had entrusted Uriel with the blade, knowing well that he was more likely to put it to good use than some of the other morons that they had pulling legwork around here.
Here. Where the angel had decided to visit. It was no secret that the Winchesters and their friends had stationed themselves in the human infested city of Lawrence. Uriel did not know why one of their own kind had decided to stray into the territory (perhaps out of order from above that he had not heard of?), but it didn't stop him from driving the pointed blade into the chest of his brother.
The building was dark and abandoned. No human would dare cross into the area at this hour alone - day or not - which was why Uriel found himself bearing little worry over the body that was sprawled out against the pavement. Black lines charred the ground, forming the shape of the wings that Uriel had practically ripped away from heaven. That was just fine. He would make up for the soldiers that had been lost. He was strong. He was powerful. Freeing him would right the world. It would cleanse them of the monkeys that roamed it; making it clean and pure once more. Uriel wiped the bloody sword on his jacket, smiling at the thought.
"Lucifer will rise," he muttered at the corpse, eyes trailing the wingmarks - all that was now left of the destroyed angel. Another down. At this rate, Uriel wondered how many they would be able to get on their side. How many would stubbornly refuse? How many would he personally have to destroy? Uriel had no qualms with the killing - he rather enjoyed it - but he was not looking forward to bringing the news of another deceased angel to Zachariah. Uriel knew that he would be most displeased.