The air is rarely ever still in the mountains. Some breed of wind is always blowing.
Good or ill.
And tonight, when Castiel appears on the summit of the mountain, it feels like it is trying to tear the spare pines and spurs of rock out of the very ground. As in the old days, Israfel is off to his right, Hamied to his left. The last time they had gone into battle thus, it had been in desert. Tonight it is falling branches and sheets of rain and flying forest debris.
And demons raging louder than the wind.
Castiel grabs the demon closest to him, cutting it off mid-incantation, burning it out of its profane existence. He lets the mortal husk fall to the ground -- he will take time later to pray for the human soul -- and charges toward the next. Around the perimeter, he can hear this brothers and sisters doing the same. Tightening the circle, forcing the demons into a crowded killing zone in the middle.
Funny thing about winds. They blow in all directions. Straightforward? No, they come at you from the west and the east and from behind and sideways.
And wind has nothing on Lilith.
They might hear her first, just a split second before they see her, laughing a laugh like a screech owl's cry, one that catches on the mountain winds, echoes and flitters away.
And then they'll see her, a woman in white with a sword, other demons part in a scramble to make way for her.
Now never mind the wind, little angels. Because you're caught in a storm, her sword flashing fast and bright as lightning as she crosses the mountaintop.
Through the neck of an angel housed in a boy barely old enough to shave, through the chest of woman in a drab pantsuit.
There's a superstitious sentiment that you often hear from humans: That was too easy.
The surrounded demons were falling back, forming a knot. Pulling us in closer, Castiel thought for one split second.
But it was only for a moment, and Ecanus gave the signal to move in. To finish them off.
Then she was there. And Ecanus was the first one to be cut down.
Then Sabiel. Then Baruch. The light of their Grace flaring once as if in protest, and then dying to nothing.
And then Castiel found himself looking straight at Lilith. At Lucifer's first and worst corruption of Creation. For all that she is leading the forces of Hell, Castiel had never seriously contemplated that he could ever come face to face with Lilith.
He thought he had understood fear when he had been sent into Hell to retrieve Dean Winchester. But that was nothing to this. And to his shame, Castiel freezes.
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Good or ill.
And tonight, when Castiel appears on the summit of the mountain, it feels like it is trying to tear the spare pines and spurs of rock out of the very ground. As in the old days, Israfel is off to his right, Hamied to his left. The last time they had gone into battle thus, it had been in desert. Tonight it is falling branches and sheets of rain and flying forest debris.
And demons raging louder than the wind.
Castiel grabs the demon closest to him, cutting it off mid-incantation, burning it out of its profane existence. He lets the mortal husk fall to the ground -- he will take time later to pray for the human soul -- and charges toward the next. Around the perimeter, he can hear this brothers and sisters doing the same. Tightening the circle, forcing the demons into a crowded killing zone in the middle.
This battle should be quite straightforward.
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And wind has nothing on Lilith.
They might hear her first, just a split second before they see her, laughing a laugh like a screech owl's cry, one that catches on the mountain winds, echoes and flitters away.
And then they'll see her, a woman in white with a sword, other demons part in a scramble to make way for her.
Now never mind the wind, little angels. Because you're caught in a storm, her sword flashing fast and bright as lightning as she crosses the mountaintop.
Through the neck of an angel housed in a boy barely old enough to shave, through the chest of woman in a drab pantsuit.
Two down . . .
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The surrounded demons were falling back, forming a knot. Pulling us in closer, Castiel thought for one split second.
But it was only for a moment, and Ecanus gave the signal to move in. To finish them off.
Then she was there. And Ecanus was the first one to be cut down.
Then Sabiel. Then Baruch. The light of their Grace flaring once as if in protest, and then dying to nothing.
And then Castiel found himself looking straight at Lilith. At Lucifer's first and worst corruption of Creation. For all that she is leading the forces of Hell, Castiel had never seriously contemplated that he could ever come face to face with Lilith.
He thought he had understood fear when he had been sent into Hell to retrieve Dean Winchester. But that was nothing to this. And to his shame, Castiel freezes.
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