Castiel always had too much heart (scorchedwings) wrote in wildhuntthreads, @ 2020-09-21 15:15:00 |
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Entry tags: | !post: thread, castiel, necrosis |
Who: Castiel & Necrosis
What: Reporting for instructions??
When: Monday September 21
Where: The Halfway House prbly
Status: Closed, Ongoing
Warnings: TBD, discussion of hell, angelic war
Castiel knew his orders - breach the gates of Hell. Find the Righteous Man before he could be turned. Stop the coming apocalypse before it could begin. It was an honor to be chosen for such an important mission. So how he had been drawn from the midst of battle on the front lines in Hell, he wasn't sure. Was he to receive new orders? What about the Righteous Man? Everything hinged on the rescue of Dean Winchester's soul.
Battlefront and mission aside, he was even more startled to find himself attached to a vessel. He did not recall seeking one out, nor asking permission to borrow their mortal shape. Furthermore, this vessel was... wrong. Little more than an infant, small and clumsy and miraculously holding him. Castiel moved gingerly within the vessel. Humans were already so small and fragile; he didn't want to hurt the child.
He would have exited the vessel and returned to Heaven, but when he'd come to within this body, he was quite alone. Not only were there no adult familial relations nearby to care for the infant, but... the child-vessel was quite empty save for him. There was no soul. That was very troubling. He couldn't bring himself to leave the vessel alone and untended, so... he would have to take the body with him, for now. Until he figured out what was going on.
And on that note, he could not seem to reach Heaven, which was the most troubling of all. The music of his siblings' voices was missing, a sudden echoing deafness that left him reaching for angels that simply... were not there.
Except for one.
They felt different. An angel, but not an angel that he recognized. But a strange, unfamiliar angel was the best chance he had of finding out what was going on. He carefully spread his wings, sheltering the frail human form with his grace as best he could, and took flight, landing before the stranger.
"Brother," he said in greeting, and promptly the legs of the tiny underdeveloped vessel wobbled, letting him fall onto his rump. Normally he would have stood strong, in perfect control of the vessel's reactions, but he was disoriented his own self. This was... dissatisfying. He looked up at the tall shape of the strange angel. "Can you explain what is happening? I don't understand."