soldierofheaven (soldierofheaven) wrote in zombieslogs, @ 2013-05-15 01:37:00 |
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Entry tags: | azazeal, castiel, dante, malachi |
Who: Castiel, npc/mentions of Malachi, Dante, Azazeal
What: Fighting demons, and keeping his nephew from fully losing it (Narrative)
When: during the fight on Monday
Where: Everett
Warnings: Violence, angst, etc etc
Fighting battles and wars was not a foreign concept for Castiel. He was a soldier of the Lord, one that had led many fights and attacks in the wars that had been waged in Heaven, and as such it was easy for him to go into this particular battle against Glorificus. He would not be fighting her directly, he knew that, but he refused to let a Hell God try to take over his Father's creation. There were moments when he could feel his faith in this world one day returning to what it once was fading away, but somehow having to deal with this threat had managed to make him more convinced than ever that they had to fight. They had to fight and win, because Castiel was not interested in Hell. He refused to let those under his watch being pulled into Hell, and with that motivation he moved out onto the battle field with cold determination to kill any demon or zombie that tried to get in his way.
Of course, he kept in mind his brother's request to look after Malachi. As such, he kept a watchful eye on his nephew, never once losing sight of him from a distance as he busied himself in smiting and destroying any demon that tried to fight or hurt him. Was the angel worried about what Malachi could do, if he truly unleashed his power? Well, yes, but he was truly more concerned over what the rest of his siblings would do if they caught wind that Malachi was dangerously close to let loose. In the past few months, ever since he had returned to normal after being possessed, Castiel had managed to build a relationship between Azazeal and his son and, while he knew that those terms could change if they were to set out to bring forth the end of days, he did not want it to get to that point.
He would not allow it to get to that point.
A particularly nasty and furious group of demons broke his concentration in watching over his nephew, though, and it wasn't until he heard Malachi's yells that he realized what was going on. The air around them felt as if it was buzzing with some sort of electricity. The earth was shaking, and Castiel knew for certain that it was not Glorificus the one causing this.
Malachi.
His brother's son.
His nephew was causing this, and even if he was still distanced from him, Castiel could see with crystal clarity the way that Malachi's powers were rising. No, he wanted to call out. NO. STOP.
Smiting the demons around him with enough force to destroy numerous monsters around him, Castiel set out to go after Malachi and appeared in front of him just as Dante was running towards him. His focus wasn't on Dante, though, but on the enraged young man that was his nephew. The boy, really, that was so lost and angry, but he seemed so young in his eyes that he found himself wishing there was a way he could fix this for him.
"I'm sorry," he could only say instead as honestly as possible, even if the words felt hollow in his lips, and he tapped Malachi's forehead to stop him from continuing with what he had already tried to begin. As he fell unconscious, Castiel made sure to catch him as soon as his eyes closed, and Dante was right there with him to help him with that task as well. They didn't have to wait long for Azazeal to show up, though, and once Malachi was safe in his father's arms, Castiel took a step back. He had managed to stop him, but had anyone in Heaven noticed what almost happened?
"I will ensure nothing comes of this," Castiel assured his brother before anything else could be said. One look at Malachi, another at Dante, and he turned back to Azazeal to give him a small nod. Maybe in some other time, under different circumstances, Castiel would have been the first angel to go after Malachi for the threat that he posed...but this was different. Circumstances were different. This time it was different, and no one would touch either his brother or his nephew for what had just happened.
Without another word, Castiel disappeared from the field, with new determination set in mind. His assignment was to protect those in Everett and, the way he saw it, his family was part of that group. As such, he would do everything in his power to do so, and that nod that he had shared with his brother before leaving was his silent vow to do just that.