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Castiel · M
Ooc: Here, hope it's okay. Take your time, too.
Falling from Grace had been hard, the hardest thing Castiel has ever endured during his entire existence, that is for sure. But he hadn't fallen because he wanted to, he had fallen because his superiors thought he was broken, corrupted beyond repair. A defected little soldier that should follow orders instead of questioning them. But what was he to do at the time? Castiel learned to love all of their Father's creations, and he wasn't going to allow his brothers and superiors to ruin such beauty. Humans were flawed, so what? Humans were dangerous, petty, envious...and so were them, the Angels. In the end, Angels and humans weren't that different. And when Castiel stood up to his superiors, questioning their latest orders, they had gathered for what one could call an assembly, and decided later, that they'd cast Castiel out. They had no use for a broken Angel after all.
And where was their Father in all this?
Nowhere to be seen. Father had left a long time ago...leaving these Angels in charge. When no one should be in charge of anything besides God. God should have the last word on what happens to mankind, not a few petty Angels.
Right after his fall, Castiel had cried for the first time. He had mourned the loss of his once beautiful wings, which turned dark and useless, and when he tried to move them later, he felt this... excruciating pain in his back, like they were being ripped in cold blood.
He wasn't human, but he wasn't an Angel either. He was...something in the middle. Castiel still had his strenght and some of his abilities, but he'd never be the same again.
The place he ended up landing on, was a snowy and extensive moutain. Everywhere he looked at, he saw nothing but white. It was a beautiful and majestic sight, but he knew he couldn't stay there. He felt cold and the garments he was wearing did nothing against the chilling temperatures. He had to move.
He walked for what seemed hours, seeing no one and nothing around him but more and more snow. It started snowing eventually.
Night came, and after walking for miles, Castiel came across a large ice wall. It was immense, massive, and it was blocking his way.
Little did he know he was being watched.
.
Falling from Grace had been hard, the hardest thing Castiel has ever endured during his entire existence, that is for sure. But he hadn't fallen because he wanted to, he had fallen because his superiors thought he was broken, corrupted beyond repair. A defected little soldier that should follow orders instead of questioning them. But what was he to do at the time? Castiel learned to love all of their Father's creations, and he wasn't going to allow his brothers and superiors to ruin such beauty. Humans were flawed, so what? Humans were dangerous, petty, envious...and so were them, the Angels. In the end, Angels and humans weren't that different. And when Castiel stood up to his superiors, questioning their latest orders, they had gathered for what one could call an assembly, and decided later, that they'd cast Castiel out. They had no use for a broken Angel after all.
And where was their Father in all this?
Nowhere to be seen. Father had left a long time ago...leaving these Angels in charge. When no one should be in charge of anything besides God. God should have the last word on what happens to mankind, not a few petty Angels.
Right after his fall, Castiel had cried for the first time. He had mourned the loss of his once beautiful wings, which turned dark and useless, and when he tried to move them later, he felt this... excruciating pain in his back, like they were being ripped in cold blood.
He wasn't human, but he wasn't an Angel either. He was...something in the middle. Castiel still had his strenght and some of his abilities, but he'd never be the same again.
.
The place he ended up landing on, was a snowy and extensive moutain. Everywhere he looked at, he saw nothing but white. It was a beautiful and majestic sight, but he knew he couldn't stay there. He felt cold and the garments he was wearing did nothing against the chilling temperatures. He had to move.
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He walked for what seemed hours, seeing no one and nothing around him but more and more snow. It started snowing eventually.
Night came, and after walking for miles, Castiel came across a large ice wall. It was immense, massive, and it was blocking his way.
Little did he know he was being watched.