The Reststop and the Seraphim

I've always been more of a lover than a fighter, but that didn't stop me from being a hunter. The need to keep other people safe from the monsters that could quite literally be under their beds drove me to where I am today. I am known for my extensive knowledge of demons and angels. I have become a place of solitude and peace for fellow hunters. My story isn't all that happy but I make the most of it. It's all been downhill since Castiel fell. The angels have started fighting against the demons and more importantly, themselves. We the Seraphim, Guardians of Gods Throne, Angels of Light, Love, and Fire, have left heaven to protect Gods Throne in places far from Heaven. I am young, just a "fledgling" they call me, but I'm determined to prove them wrong.

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6. The Visitor

I've been pacing around the church nonstop since the encounter with the angel. Fear and anxiety have started to plague me. Every creak or groan, every tap from the trees on the the building make me jump. I know I shouldn't be scared but I can't help it. When will the other angels arrive? I don't want to fight them despite the fact I'm a Seraphim and could easily take them down. Frankly, I think it's the fact that I may have to kill them that scares me. I'm still young, killing someone would be traumatizing. When I cut off the angels arm I was freaked out. I've been thinking of ways to go about this but my mind is blank. 

When one of the other Seraphs arrive I'll talk to them. I think to myself.

Jo is here, keeping his distance as he eats. He can probably sense how unnerved I am. I stop by the gold pedestal, light streaming in from the wide windows and warming me. I sigh as I stare at the glowing white ball of light. I shift and my wings come out. I sigh contently as the sun warms their soft feathers. I haven't flown with them in awhile. Maybe just a quick zip around the field. I think.

I bite my bottom lip and glance back at my large wings. Six, very large wings span out, they are curled and cramped to fit in the church. Their glossy, silky looking feathers are crimson color, contrasting greatly to my fair skin and white clothing. Someone could easily get in. Its not worth it. I sigh.

As my wings disappear again, I turn and start to walk toward Jo. He glances up and growls as I approach. I pout. "Come on Jo. It's me, Gabriella." 

He continues growling, ears flat as he crawls backward. I frown, he looks like hes looking behind me. I slowly turn my head, dreading what might be behind me. My breath catches in my throat. Behind me is a man in a black, well, everything. He has short hair and beard. Upon his face is a smirk. "Why so surprised, darling?" He says in smooth accented voice.

I can immediately tell he's the type of charmer and smooth talker that ladies always fall for. "I-I wasn't expecting any visitors." What a lie.

He chuckles darkly. "You must've been unless that angel was spitting out lies." 

I bite my lip. "He's been talking a lot about our encounter, hasn't he?" I murmur.

The man nods. I'm still unsure whether he is a demon or angel. "Are... Are you an angel?" I ask.

"Oh goodness, no." He makes a disgusted face. "I'm the King of Hell, pet."

I grimace at the name. "My name is not pet, it's Gabriella." I huff out.

The King of Hell chuckles again. "Yes, and you are a Seraphim guarding a piece of God's throne gate." 

I tense. He must've noticed because his smile broadens. "Relax, darling. I wanted to see if what the angel said was true. I wasn't expecting such a young Seraph. God must be getting desperate up there." 

I frown. "No he's not. And I'm just as good as any other angel!" I snap.

The demon king holds up his hands. "No need to get defensive, love. Being named after Gabriel must get you a lot of attention, I wouldn't doubt they would want to make you just as good as him." 

Anger boils in me. "Just because I'm named after him doesn't mean anything!"

He tilts his head. "Oh, doesn't it, love?"

Then he's gone. I sit there, angry and confused. I shake my head and turn toward Jo. Only he's not there. He must've left as we were talking. So yet again, I'm left scared and alone.

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