I was dying. Slowly but surely, my life force was draining away. I had been taking other angels' Grace for a month, and my original archangel Grace was reduced to a teeny speck. I was barely able walk anymore, let alone destroy the Devil's Gates.
Thankfully, I only had one left, the one in Calvary Cemetery, Wisconsin. Crowley dragged me in front of the gate and pointed. "Go ahead. Last one, Kei."
I put my hand up, and nothing happened. I closed my eyes, dropped my hand, and started to wobble on my feet. Crowley snapped his fingers in my face, and my eyes snapped open.
"C'mon Kei!" He demanded. "do it!"
"I- I can't." I breathed.
He slapped me, "
I closed my eyes and raised my hand again as I focused all my energy on blasting the door with Holy light.
It didn't happen immediately, but the pitiful ball of white light did appear, and flew towards the door. It smashed against it.
I opened my eyes, expecting to be met with the sight of Crowley's blue wall of energy. Except that the gate wasn't open.
It had a pitiful crack in it instead. I marveled for a quick second, before I found myself being hurled off my feet.
I soared though the air for a few seconds before crashing into the gate.
Crowley was in an uproar, "You pitiful, weak, little archangel! You can't even destroy the last one!!" He snapped his fingers and his two demon guards exploded. Then he waved his hand violently and cracks appeared in the ground.
I recovered and got up shakily. "Stop it, Crowley."
"And why, pray tell, should I do that?" He yelled.
I held up my hand towards the gate, determined this time to not fail. A burst of light exploded off my hand and flew towards the gate.
The gate exploded, and the demons flew out.
And like an idiot, I just stood there. But in my defense, I thought Crowley would have put up his blue force field again and whisked my off to Hell. But he didn't.
The smoke billowed towards me, but I couldn't do anything. My Grace was drained, and I was too weak to move.
The demons flew over me, engulfing me in a world of blackness. I couldn't see, and I nearly fell over. I saw a bolt of lightning coming at my face and I blacked out.
I woke up on a ratty sofa that stunk of whiskey. I sat up, my head pounding and my Grace weak. There was a single man in the room I was in, which was dark and poorly kept. He stared, still, at the single window on the wall opposite the sofa. The man was wearing a beige flannel and dirty jeans, with messy, brown hair.
I got up and drew my archangel blade. "Ah, ah, ah. Put that thing away, Keistelle; there's no need to be hostile. I did save your life, after all."
I relaxed slightly, but didn't put my blade away. "Who are you? And where am I?"
He turned around, and that's when I realized who it was. "I'm surprised that you don't recognize me, Keistelle."
"Dad."
"Call me Chuck, dear. I'm not much of a dad, now am I?" He said. And before I could answer, he said, "And we are in my own personal safehouse."
"What am I doing here?" I demanded.
"You see, Keistelle, you were so weak from destroying the Devil's Gates, when the demons surrounded you, they easily overpowered you. You were killed in a matter of seconds. After the demons dispersed, I revived you and brought you here."
"Y- you revived me? From the dead?" I asked, my anger rising. "I should have died for what I did!"
He made no effort to calm me down, but instead pointed to a TV set in the corner of the room, which sputtered to life. I gasped when I saw what was on the news.
The news stations were calling it World War Three, international terrorists attacks, and even the biblical Apocalypse. "You're behind this, Keistelle. You started it, now you have to finish it."
"Finish it? You're talking about the apocalypse. I'm just an archangel, with no one behind her."
"You have those Winchesters, and Castiel, and Gail."
"Yes, but-"
"No 'but's, Keistelle. You finish this; that's a direct order."
The house seemed to spin, faster and faster until it seemed to explode, leaving me in the middle of an open field. The grass all around me had been flattened to the ground. My Grace was weak, but not as weak as before.
A cluster of demonic smoke flew over my head, and I raised my hand, brushing through it. I smote it quickly. I needed to stop wasting my Grace like this.
I couldn't save the world alone, I knew that. So, I teleported to the nearest church, which ended up to be the Harmony, Maine Baptist Church.
It had beautiful stained glass windows, one for each of the four eldest archangels, one for Jesus, and one for God. Nothing for me.
I sat down on the nearest pew, closed my eyes, and held my head in my hands. "This goes out to any angel willing to help me. I need you guys' help. I've started the second apocalypse, if you hadn't noticed, and God has brought me back to stop it. I can't do it by myself."
I opened my eyes and saw a single man standing over me, Micheal.
I stood up, "Micheal? I didn't think you'd help me."
"I didn't come to help you, Keistelle, I came to stop you." He took out his archangel blade.
I eyed the silver blade wearily, "What do you mean? Why?"
"You were supposed to die in Calvary Cemetery. You're not supposed to save Earth; it's supposed to die at your hands."
"What are you talking about?"
"It was your destiny to start the second Apocalypse, not to stop it. I won't let you stop it." With that, Michael kicked me in the gut.
I stumbled backwards, then drew my blade. "Please, Michael, I don't want to hurt you."
He swung at me, and I countered. "Then don't." Micheal face remained emotionless as he swung at my arm, knocking my blade out of my hand.
I quickly pulled out my gun, then realized it wouldn't help in my present situation. I shot Micheal in the shoulder, to no avail. Micheal began to walk towards me slowly as I backed up slowly.
I shot again and again, hitting Micheal every time, but he never slowed or stopped. Panicked, I shot the stained glass window of Jesus. That should attract the local police.
Suddenly, my back hit the wall, and Michael still got closer and closer. In a second, he was less than a foot away. "I'm truly sorry, Kei." He traced his angel blade down my cheek, digging in just enough to draw blood.
I whimpered inaudibly. "Please."
"No." He raised his blade and I closed my eyes and prepared to die again.
Then, I heard the flapping of wings, and a dull hit. I opened my eyes, and saw Micheal unconscious on the floor, and Gabriel standing with his blade raised.
"Gabriel?"
"Keistelle?"
"How did you-"
"Punched him."
"Oh."
"Why was Michael going to kill you?"
"Long story."
"I've got time."
"I'll tell you later. Right now, I've got to get everyone from the Green Room," And with that, I teleported to the Green Room with Gabriel in tow.
Enter: God/Chuck. To be honest, Chuck is actually one of my favorite characters. Actually, what are you guy's favorite characters?
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