Eyes ignited with a new fire looked up. It diminished when she focused on her audience standing before her. The angel and the mortician held their place and waited. The woman who were sitting seconds before turned to another being, it's aura changed. Gone is the woman with unsure goals and plan for revenge, now she is a being reborn with a new purpose. Her crimson gown added a ferocity in her look and her face looked more matured and serious.
"(Name) I'm relieved if not happy you're back. Time is of essence you have to tell me the secret now."
"I've missed you too, Castiel.” A small smile formed on her lips. “But before that." She turned to the mortician and reached her hand towards his forehead.
The undertaker immediately slumped down on the hard floor and lied there still.
"Let me ask you, how did you find me?"
"Well, when you fell from heaven you were nowhere to be found. And I thought that you finally used the last of your powers to leap through time. And because time is fluid…”
“But I didn’t.” she said.
Castiel nodded once. “Yes. So I traced your grace, looked for it and it brought me here. It's the only way I can think of to finding you.”
"I'm sensing you're not going to tell me why you need what you seek. I'll tell you what I've told the other angels. The secret is for me to bear."
He held up a finger. "I understand your only trying to do the right thing. And I know you Castiel, you always have the heart to do the right thing. That's why I trust you."
"What about the demon? Did he earn your trust as well?"
She turned away. "I'll come home with you after my deed here is done."
"I cannot allow that."
Her hand shot out to point her finger at her, emphasizing. "Castiel, I can't come back. I've missed home so many times it hurts. Please understand, I am doing what's best...I'm doing what I think is right."
"(Name), if you don't fix this I'll intervene and help you get better."
"Castiel, I am better. I promised I would save Elizabeth and I would set Sebastian free."
"What if it doesn't work? How can you be sure that your plan might turn out foul?"
“I won’t. If it meant that I have to sacrifice my grace and become mortal, flesh and blood I will.
“You can’t mean that.”
“I do. We are the guardians of this world and for that I am completing my mission and I found out that my mission is to protect what is important that is the human soul and what I love.”
“That demon…you want to cure him?”
She looked down.
“I understand. The mission…”
"Do you trust me Castiel?"
The little soldier looked down before boring his blue eyes again on his friend.
Sebastian's brows twitched. Not only seeing him but feeling his presence suddenly made him territorial. "Who is this trespasser?" He asked.
"Castiel," the angel said. "You can call me by the name Castiel."
"Well, Castiel you shouldn't be here and you are not welcome to interrupt."
"Cas," she suddenly remembers the nickname. "You should give me more time. I thought you've agreed with me."
"I said it is possible that you're plan might work." He glanced at rigid Sebastian. "Time is enough for both of you," he said. "She will come with me whether you'll allow it or I'll make her."
The manservant merely smiled softly. "I’m afraid I can't allow that, she is still my property."
"And he's still mine." She said. Surprised, she thought for a second what she'd blurted out.
"You can't defy me, I'm an angel of the Lord."*
"Yes, yes." Sebastian waved off his hand. "I figured the moment you came uncalled, peasant who wears drab colors."
"You should show me some respect, you ass*." The angel replied smugly. "I'm the one who raises souls from perdition, I can drag yours back in."
(Name) cleared her throat. "Gentlemen, I think we're not getting the big picture here. Are we not getting to the biggest problem—that is, me?"
"We'll be in a moment," Cas said. "After I bring this lowly urchin down." He produced a cylinder stiletto* the length of his arm. It gleamed wickedly silver when touched by the light.
"I think you misinterpret," Sebastian got ready into a fighting stance; knees slightly bent and shoulders tensed as if already expecting a blow. "I am not young as I look."
"Perhaps cocky fiend, loser of hell, parasite."
They started to circle each other while the lady kept her distance, uncertain of how she'll stop them.
(Name) knew she should speak for it would make matters worse. They stopped and now facing each other. None seemed relaxed but poised to pounce at first opening.
"You. I want to ask you something." said Castiel then he pointed his blade to her. "What price would you pay for her life if you say your adoration is true and not deceit? What price is love?"
It a very long moment for Sebastian to speak, and when he did his voice is deep and full of confident. "What price but all of me I'd give for the one woman this world had graciously given me in the history of my hell-damned life. My answer is not important but what I'll do to keep my one treasure alive. I've sworn myself to remain loyal to that lady and I will keep my word because that is the only proof I have of being capable love."
"Well said." Castiel said solemnly. "Though things are not as easy to change considering your place."
One by one, the angel dragged his feet forward, his eyes held straight to the enemy, and reached forward to rest his hand on Sebastian head. His gentle way of approaching made Sebastian think of him as a foolish moth to a flame. His reaching hand also make him think that he was giving him his blessing but his mistress' scream told him otherwise. He yanked himself out of the angel's reach. Immediately, (Name) got in between them. She planted herself in front of Sebastian and faced the trench-coated man.
"Enough." she said.
"Get out of my way. He's a nuisance. If you wouldn't tell me the secret and decided to challenge me over that scum, it is better to kill you by my own hands than be killed by your own servant."
She grinned. "I'm an angel. I have no soul."
"You don't know everything. Tell me the plan or I will surrender him to the enemy.”
“Castiel!” she pleaded.
He narrowed his eyes and knew her answer. Castiel pushed her aside that she hadn't had the time to dodge. She then stumbled to the ground.
When she looked up the fluttering of wings were the only echoes of their presence.
He was dreaming.
But suddenly he's awake.
Electricity bolted him upright but he isn’t on his back. He was sitting on a metal chair with shackles pinned on legs. His arms were also chained at his back. He tried them, no use. He knew what this was but he hadn’t thought he’d be caught in one of them. A devil’s trap. The butler tried his bonds, in mind that he can easily break free. But no luck, he was cuffed and chained to the chair and when he looked up at the ceiling, that's when he realized he's not going anywhere. A small devil's trap fit for his chair and its occupant. He was surrounded by complete with sigils to keep him from escaping. He looked around. The room were bare and dimly lit. There was no furniture but the wheeled tray beside him. Resting on it were different apparatuses of torture. It glinted at him wickedly as if waiting for someone to use it and spill the blood of its victim.
There was only one entrance, double doors and it was in front of him. Two pairs of footsteps approached. The doors were pushed open. Two brutes entered, behind them he saw the stairs curved to the right so it was hard to guess whether how deep he was underground. This was a basement. If the other angel planned to torture him here there’s no escape. What could he possibly want with him?
One of the men picked up an apparatus. He examined it before looking straight at the prisoner. He blinked and his eyes went all black. So, Sebastian thought, demons.
The man placed it back and got a scalpel instead. Sebastian knew what will come next. Even though he can heel, it was a pain to be able to endure torture. He was after in a form of a man.
The blade was brought down on his hand, not quickly but the torturer sliced the back of his hand gingerly. Lips pinched in and scowl Sebastian fought from screaming. Blood oozed from the fresh wound. When he thought he was done, the wielder of the scalpel carefully traced another line on the previous one making the letter ‘x.’ He repeated it on his other hand.
The torturer brought a bottle. The contents were too clear to be acid. That’s…
Color drained from his face. The other man smiled and before Sebastian could fathom a punch on the gut surprised him. The scalpel wielder placed the apparatus down and next he was punching him in the face.Blood…
Another pair approached the room. It was slow paced meaning whoever comes down indicates serious business. A man adorning white cassock over black undershirts came into sight. He wore leering smile, it looked as if he’d done that a million times as a welcoming gesture. There is something wrong with his presence, yes he was a priest but he knew the approach of them wasn’t like this. Sebastian felt a familiarity to this man even though he never knew him.
"Timeout, gentlemen. I want to see our new guest.” He crosses the room with an ease of a warden. “I don’t believe we’ve met, young man.”
Sebastian almost scoffed. He was far from young. "You must be friends with that angel."
"Who're you talking about? The girl I caught peeping tom?”Bastard
, he thought he was referring to (Name).
“My demon found you and told me about you barging in here and rescuing the girl." The clergyman said.
Sebastian knitted his brows in confusion. "I was brought here."
"Right you are."
"No, the angel must've left me and ordered my captor to bring me here." he said.
"Well, I don't care why she brought you to me but lucky for you chap I'm in charge here.”
“Unbind me I did nothing wrong."
His eyes lit up bright yellow, different from his and the other demons. "You sure about that, kiddo?"
There was only one he knew who has yellow eyes. He’s afraid that his guess is true but he had to ask. "Who are you?" He asked.
The newcomer winked and pointed at him. "We'll get to that."
He walked on close on the red circle of paint on the floor but careful not to neither touch nor go through it. "When I see an opportunity, I grab it. I do what I can to nurture that opportunity and bleed it for advantages. So here's the thing young man, I use you and no one will get hurt, savvy?"
Another demon appeared behind him with a harmless syringe filled with clear liquid. The man retrieved it and pierce right on his bare neck. He doesn't know what to expect but he knew poisons doesn't affect him. He's never been so wrong. Just as the man pushed the syringe down the liquid was acid to his blood, it flowed over his veins and then all over his body. He spasmed on his chair and screamed.
"Feel that?" The man said leaning down so they were face to face. "That's Holy Water. And if you don't answer my questions you will get more of that until you break or until I rid of your meatsuit and send you back home. Are we crystal clear?"
"Wh-what questions?" Hissing, Sebastian sent him a glare.
"About the angel you were whoring yourself with. You know, it's always interesting knowing about this sensitive matter. Tell me, what is she like? Are you sensual or you're just using her as past time?"
"It's not your business to know." Sebastian answered.
A cup of water was passed on his hands and he splashed the contents on his face. He gasped and yelled in pain. The wounds on his hands hurt even more. Reflexively, he tried his bonds but nothing. He was trapped.
"Does she seem secretive to you? Or is she lying all the time? Did she mention something like the plan?" he asked again and again.
Sebastian continued to stare at him darkly.
The man grinned. "Hey, kiddo. I've been here longer. You can't take me. Don't be so dignified," he spread out his arms around. "We're all the same anyway!"
He brought out a blade with teeth at the edges and intricate spelled all over the sides. Its handle was wooden but it was clean of the words and the only odd about it is when he felt afraid of it.
"I know you know what this is." He looked at his prisoner expectantly.
Sebastian's expression gave him away. A new mirth filled the jailer's face. "You don't know. Hah! Your vacant expression gave it all away! See , this knife here is going to be the end of you. If I plunge it here," he gestured on his belly. "Woosh, you're outta here like roadrunner to hell."
Suddenly a question pooped out of his mind. "What plan?" He said between his teeth.
"The plan! The plan is to bring Big Daddy back in the game! You know who I'm talking about, eh?"
"I see you're a capable man and I need soldiers. Come join my army, what'd ya say?"
After a few moments of stillness, Sebastian opened his mouth to answer. "No." That single answer made him regret his answer but he decided to remain loyal.
The man smiled and brought out the blade and examined it, twirled it on his grip before plunging it right through Sebastian's hand.
TO BE CONTINUED