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.


4. The Warning

I hum along to the tune blaring from the radio. I dance along like any normal teenage girl would do. Hey, if I'm going to sit here guarding a piece of a gate then I'm not going to be bored. My outfit twirls with me. I have on a strapless white top that billowed out loosely toward my hips. It was kept on by a built in bra. My pants are tight, white pants with stirrups under the heels.

My favorite part of my outfit are the golden sun designs on the top. They are only in the front middle. I have blonde hair that I let hang down to the middle of my back. I rarely cut it when I was alive. As I skip around the room I don't notice the presence that had appeared. That is, until it clears its throat. I freeze and whip around, my sword appearing.

It is a pearly white sword with golden designs on the hilt and the same gold sun design on the blade. There stands a man in a white shirt and baggy jeans with old boots. "Who are you?" I snap. "And what do you want?"

He chuckles. "Who I am doesn't matter. But what I want is to kill you."

My eyes widen. "Excuse me?"

"I'm an angel and I'm here to kill you." He snaps louder.

I clutch my sword tighter. "W-well you're not going to. I'm a Seraphim, Guardian of-"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, Guardian of Gods Throne and shit. I don't care." He cuts me off.

I frown. Suddenly he was right in front of me. He swings at me but I teleport away. Why would this angel attack me? I'm obviously more powerful than him. And how did he find me? I shake my head and keep dodging the angels attacks. Use your sword dammit. I think.

I swallow and ready my sword. I'd been trained for this. As the angel reappears next to me, I pivot and swing. He shrieks as the sword slices through his arm and his stomach. His arm falls to the floor and he clutches his stomach. His crimson blood stains my sword and the floor of the church. "Leave." I growl and place my sword to his neck.

He scowls and hisses, "You better be ready for wave after wave of angels coming after you. And soon there'll be demons too."

He disappears and I snap my fingers, cleaning the blood and making my sword disappear. My hands are shaking as I sit down on the steps. I almost killed him. I think.

Horrified, I pull my knees up to my chest and rock back and forth, holding back frightened tears.

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