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Gabriel
The Messenger
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a character in “The Promise Made”, as played by St.Valentine
Description
So begins...
Gabriel's Story
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{Thank you, Chii! I always imagine angels as being very majestic and graceful, especially Arcangels. So I tried to relay that when I made my Gabriel n_n}
The Messenger stood still for quite a few moments, his ivory wings curled against his shoulders like giant feathery switchblades. The wind rustled over the land and disturbed his curls, carrying a sound like a still voice as it passed over the two angelic beings. Gabriel closed his eyes and listened intently to the noise, his brows furrowed and his lips pursed into a perfectly straight line. When the wind silenced, he turned around and faced the little angel, who watched him expectantly.
"Assaciel," he began, his voice carrying like a rolling tide. "I am afraid we have run out of time. The Italians enslaved the soul of Maria in an impenetrable vessel designed by one of our own. From what I concur, they are racing against the French in search of Adacio's soul. Every day they grow an inch closer."
He stepped forward for effect, his golden armor shining like a sunset across his broad chest. He gripped the handle of his blade, which hummed with heavenly power only the likes of an angel could properly wield. His wings fluttered for a moment, clearly agitated in his frustration with the dilemma at hand. He half-turned to face the horizon before reverting his gaze back at Assaciel, eagerly awaiting his instruction.
"Any other given moment such as this, I would have called for a rallying of the angels," he continued, his voice dropping and becoming more grave, like the growling of an awakening earthquake. "But it appears no one can be trusted, given the circumstances. There is a vault that holds Adacio- we must break it and awaken Adacio before Raphael can get to it."
He paused, his shoulders slightly dropping at the gravity of the situation. The summoning of the soul that belonged to the most powerful Lord of the Underworld was not going to be a simple task. In his slumber within the vault where his soul was at peace, was also where he was most vulnerable; easily susceptible to theft by either the Italians or the French.
"We must also locate his grave. And Assaciel- I cannot express the importance of this enough -his grave must be protected at all costs."
He looked down at his palm, where Enochian etchings began to glow and grow up the entire span of his arm. He sighed, knowing their duties were quite heavy for just the two of them alone. He would have to call for Michael as well.
"Because in the grave of Adacio, both the body of Maria and his lay together, forever linked like the young Nephilim and the Lombardi descendant."
He looked directly into her widened eyes. He knew very well that she understood just how serious their responsibility was, even though she wasn't fully aware of why and how it all came together. To be honest, neither did he- all he knew was what had been written down in prophecy. But he knew that the Italians and the French both wanted to destroy the pure child and the first angel-demon hybrid; he was also very aware of the great power these two teenagers had sleeping inside of them.
If what the prophets inscribed was true, then the strength of the two both mirrored and surpassed that of their ancestors Adacio and Maria. The Italians and the French were bloodthirsty for this power, so it didn't make sense that they were only after Isabella, who was strongest only when she was near Dean.
"They are after more than just the little Italian girl, Assaciel," he finished. "The purebloods are on a treasure hunt for all of the pieces they need before they can use her pure blood to activate the sacrifice. They want to destroy them all."
The Messenger stood still for quite a few moments, his ivory wings curled against his shoulders like giant feathery switchblades. The wind rustled over the land and disturbed his curls, carrying a sound like a still voice as it passed over the two angelic beings. Gabriel closed his eyes and listened intently to the noise, his brows furrowed and his lips pursed into a perfectly straight line. When the wind silenced, he turned around and faced the little angel, who watched him expectantly.
"Assaciel," he began, his voice carrying like a rolling tide. "I am afraid we have run out of time. The Italians enslaved the soul of Maria in an impenetrable vessel designed by one of our own. From what I concur, they are racing against the French in search of Adacio's soul. Every day they grow an inch closer."
He stepped forward for effect, his golden armor shining like a sunset across his broad chest. He gripped the handle of his blade, which hummed with heavenly power only the likes of an angel could properly wield. His wings fluttered for a moment, clearly agitated in his frustration with the dilemma at hand. He half-turned to face the horizon before reverting his gaze back at Assaciel, eagerly awaiting his instruction.
"Any other given moment such as this, I would have called for a rallying of the angels," he continued, his voice dropping and becoming more grave, like the growling of an awakening earthquake. "But it appears no one can be trusted, given the circumstances. There is a vault that holds Adacio- we must break it and awaken Adacio before Raphael can get to it."
He paused, his shoulders slightly dropping at the gravity of the situation. The summoning of the soul that belonged to the most powerful Lord of the Underworld was not going to be a simple task. In his slumber within the vault where his soul was at peace, was also where he was most vulnerable; easily susceptible to theft by either the Italians or the French.
"We must also locate his grave. And Assaciel- I cannot express the importance of this enough -his grave must be protected at all costs."
He looked down at his palm, where Enochian etchings began to glow and grow up the entire span of his arm. He sighed, knowing their duties were quite heavy for just the two of them alone. He would have to call for Michael as well.
"Because in the grave of Adacio, both the body of Maria and his lay together, forever linked like the young Nephilim and the Lombardi descendant."
He looked directly into her widened eyes. He knew very well that she understood just how serious their responsibility was, even though she wasn't fully aware of why and how it all came together. To be honest, neither did he- all he knew was what had been written down in prophecy. But he knew that the Italians and the French both wanted to destroy the pure child and the first angel-demon hybrid; he was also very aware of the great power these two teenagers had sleeping inside of them.
If what the prophets inscribed was true, then the strength of the two both mirrored and surpassed that of their ancestors Adacio and Maria. The Italians and the French were bloodthirsty for this power, so it didn't make sense that they were only after Isabella, who was strongest only when she was near Dean.
"They are after more than just the little Italian girl, Assaciel," he finished. "The purebloods are on a treasure hunt for all of the pieces they need before they can use her pure blood to activate the sacrifice. They want to destroy them all."
Gabriel sighed through his nostrils, his cerulean eyes searching the earth beneath his feet for a solution regarding the awakening of Adacio. He had to wake up a resting spirit before; he was only in charge of relaying them from the human to the spirit world. He brought a hand to run his fingers through his dark locks, frustrated that he couldn't settle on a definite answer.
"Go to the boy," he said. "I believe the key to waking up the demon lord rests in the hands of his own flesh and blood- his son."
He turned to face the sun, which turned a deep blood-orange as it began to sink into the horizon. Stars dappled the velvet sky like little holes in a colorful cloth, and the wind had picked up, becoming cooler in temperature. His wings spread out to his sides, spanning the length of a truck in measurement, and fluttered as he prepared to take off.
"I will personally watch over the grave until you return."
He took something that resembled a key from a satchel tied to his iron girdle. The polished brass sparkled in his palm as he reached to place it over Assaciel's head so that it hung at her neck. It was his own hand brandished instrument- a divine trumpet that elongated and fanned out when placed at the lips for summoning- but in its dormant state where it wasn't being used, it looked almost like a little skeleton key.
"If you ever need aid, you can call for me using this, and I will come to you. Godspeed, Assaciel."
After that being said, he leapt from the cliff they had been standing on and soared into the sun, his wings morphing his silhouette so that he looked like an eagle in the sky.
"Go to the boy," he said. "I believe the key to waking up the demon lord rests in the hands of his own flesh and blood- his son."
He turned to face the sun, which turned a deep blood-orange as it began to sink into the horizon. Stars dappled the velvet sky like little holes in a colorful cloth, and the wind had picked up, becoming cooler in temperature. His wings spread out to his sides, spanning the length of a truck in measurement, and fluttered as he prepared to take off.
"I will personally watch over the grave until you return."
He took something that resembled a key from a satchel tied to his iron girdle. The polished brass sparkled in his palm as he reached to place it over Assaciel's head so that it hung at her neck. It was his own hand brandished instrument- a divine trumpet that elongated and fanned out when placed at the lips for summoning- but in its dormant state where it wasn't being used, it looked almost like a little skeleton key.
"If you ever need aid, you can call for me using this, and I will come to you. Godspeed, Assaciel."
After that being said, he leapt from the cliff they had been standing on and soared into the sun, his wings morphing his silhouette so that he looked like an eagle in the sky.
Assaciel approached the sealed entrance of the crypt, upon its surface a circular medallion of a metallic crescent and sun, its blazing rays extending outward to cover the entirety of the only way in and out. Along the walls were the glow of Enochian Sigils invisible to human eyes, it gave off a powerful surge of energy, repelling all angels from accessing within. Including her. However not so for Arc Angels. Yet the entrance was built and maintained by unbinding magic, only Esparda blood could break it.
Dean Esparda, the son of Adacio.
She turned from the magicked gate, "Dean we need Adacio in a safer location. If we are able to bring you here don't you think they'd do so as well? We're only taking preventive measures, they already have Maria's soul." She sighed heavily, nothing at this point was going to be easy and she'd only lie to herself and him if she thought otherwise. The implication of the catastrophe that would surely come of the vampires and rogue angels captured Adacio didn't go unnoticed.
"We have to resurrect him, there isn't much else we can do at this point." She redirected her gaze at Gabriel, he'd been the one to offer his guidance. Who was she to question his judgment. After all, he was the only one on their side.
Dean Esparda, the son of Adacio.
She turned from the magicked gate, "Dean we need Adacio in a safer location. If we are able to bring you here don't you think they'd do so as well? We're only taking preventive measures, they already have Maria's soul." She sighed heavily, nothing at this point was going to be easy and she'd only lie to herself and him if she thought otherwise. The implication of the catastrophe that would surely come of the vampires and rogue angels captured Adacio didn't go unnoticed.
"We have to resurrect him, there isn't much else we can do at this point." She redirected her gaze at Gabriel, he'd been the one to offer his guidance. Who was she to question his judgment. After all, he was the only one on their side.
"What good would come from waking a demon?" Dean wanted to understand her but he honestly couldn't see the angle she was standing in. "You guys are freaking angels, can't you just zap to the vampire nest and put a cap on all those fanged sons-of-bitches?"
At his query she diverted her gaze toward Gabriel. Holding his regard for a brief moment before settling severe eyes to the young hunter, "We are not omniscient, they've cloaked, even to our methods. Leaving us no other choice but to destroy Italy if we do not locate them." Of course he wouldn't agree with such brutal, inhumane methods, but she wondered just how he would react. What will he do at learning such? And how will he thwart the situation?
"Adacio's soul is to be protected. The sacrifice of Isabella Lombardi must be prevented at all costs." She slowly approached him, despite his larger size and height, she gave quite an intimidating stare. "We have wasted enough time already, we lost Maria's soul, we will not lose anymore. If they succeed in their sacrifice, the world will have hell to pay. Is that something that you're willing to risk?"
"Adacio's soul is to be protected. The sacrifice of Isabella Lombardi must be prevented at all costs." She slowly approached him, despite his larger size and height, she gave quite an intimidating stare. "We have wasted enough time already, we lost Maria's soul, we will not lose anymore. If they succeed in their sacrifice, the world will have hell to pay. Is that something that you're willing to risk?"
"If you're all so powerful, why can't you just light-beam them to ashes?" Dean asked, waving his hand in the other direction. "What makes you think this will help?" Resurrecting an ancient who might just smite them all for bringing him into issues he's got nothing to do with. And no, this had nothing to do with his not wanting a weird familial reunion with the father figure that just up and went to sleep for who know what reasons. "I don't want to raise another winged-player into the mix that can't even do anything that--"
"Dean, I already told you why. Must I repeat myself." Assaciel retorted, not at all bothered by his insults.
"Yeah, for the people in the back." He deadpanned.
That earns him a cold look from the haloed girl. Then, "If you don't comply I'll just have to use force."
"Rebel angel, nice. Where were you when I needed you?"
"We're wasting time, open the crypt."
"Nah. Think I'll head back." He turned away, headed down the path.
"Dean, don't force me to hurt you."
"Go ahead, not like you can do worse."
"Dean, I already told you why. Must I repeat myself." Assaciel retorted, not at all bothered by his insults.
"Yeah, for the people in the back." He deadpanned.
That earns him a cold look from the haloed girl. Then, "If you don't comply I'll just have to use force."
"Rebel angel, nice. Where were you when I needed you?"
"We're wasting time, open the crypt."
"Nah. Think I'll head back." He turned away, headed down the path.
"Dean, don't force me to hurt you."
"Go ahead, not like you can do worse."
@St.Valentine
With silver wings folded readily against the plated platinum of his armor, Gabriel hovered above the two quietly, studying the apprehension in the young boy’s features.
Fate was resting on God’s favorite and her star crossed lover, this much he knew; but were they ready to shoulder the responsibility that would befall them once that crypt opened?
“Assaciel,” he murmured sternly in a language and decibel that only the other angel would understand. “Remind the boy of the key. Remind the boy of Isabella.”
With silver wings folded readily against the plated platinum of his armor, Gabriel hovered above the two quietly, studying the apprehension in the young boy’s features.
Fate was resting on God’s favorite and her star crossed lover, this much he knew; but were they ready to shoulder the responsibility that would befall them once that crypt opened?
“Assaciel,” he murmured sternly in a language and decibel that only the other angel would understand. “Remind the boy of the key. Remind the boy of Isabella.”
The soft and equally commanding words off the older Angel whispered through her senses like a river, bubbling and swirling, filling her with determination. She nodded and took a step, flashing before the young hunter in seconds.
"Do you not have your key?" She tilted her head up, almost like she could look down on him, "You realize you mortals have more sway over your own lives than you think? You've freewill. You've choices." She wouldn't allow him a step passed her, "Or would you turn your back on her too?" The implication of who's life was at stake here wasn't lost on him. "Did you forget the vision? What would happen once she's--"
"I get it!" He snapped, hands curling into fists. Averting his gaze his entire body turned rigid. "But if she mattered to you, why can't you protect her? Why can't you just fly her away until all this blows over?"
She gave him a sad smile in answer.
"All that power for what?" He hissed out, throwing his hands up, "just for fucking show?" Then he turned away from her and stormed toward the crypt.
Assaciel quirked a brow, well, that was progress.
Approaching him, the angel observed as he drew a thin switchblade across his palm and touched it to the stone. The blood was then drawn into the moon-hued gem until it too turned crimson, unlocking the seal with blood magic. The entrance rumbled and revealed an opening, steps leading into darkness.
Dean went down, the walls glowed in red and black hues, more magic pulsing along the deeper he travesed until he found what looked like stone coffin.
He pushed the cover aside only to find it empty.
"Well, we tried. Guess someone beat us to him." Dean shrugged and turned but Assaciel once again blocked him.
"You're the only living being capable of accessing these ruins. Do you really think it'd be so simplistic?"
Dean rose his arms up, gesturing wide, "Look around, halo. No sleeping monster. I'd say whatever was here is long gone."
Assaciel stared at him unimpressed, "Is it?"
"Do you not have your key?" She tilted her head up, almost like she could look down on him, "You realize you mortals have more sway over your own lives than you think? You've freewill. You've choices." She wouldn't allow him a step passed her, "Or would you turn your back on her too?" The implication of who's life was at stake here wasn't lost on him. "Did you forget the vision? What would happen once she's--"
"I get it!" He snapped, hands curling into fists. Averting his gaze his entire body turned rigid. "But if she mattered to you, why can't you protect her? Why can't you just fly her away until all this blows over?"
She gave him a sad smile in answer.
"All that power for what?" He hissed out, throwing his hands up, "just for fucking show?" Then he turned away from her and stormed toward the crypt.
Assaciel quirked a brow, well, that was progress.
Approaching him, the angel observed as he drew a thin switchblade across his palm and touched it to the stone. The blood was then drawn into the moon-hued gem until it too turned crimson, unlocking the seal with blood magic. The entrance rumbled and revealed an opening, steps leading into darkness.
Dean went down, the walls glowed in red and black hues, more magic pulsing along the deeper he travesed until he found what looked like stone coffin.
He pushed the cover aside only to find it empty.
"Well, we tried. Guess someone beat us to him." Dean shrugged and turned but Assaciel once again blocked him.
"You're the only living being capable of accessing these ruins. Do you really think it'd be so simplistic?"
Dean rose his arms up, gesturing wide, "Look around, halo. No sleeping monster. I'd say whatever was here is long gone."
Assaciel stared at him unimpressed, "Is it?"
@St.Valentine
Gabriel followed only up to the entrance of the crypt, for he was not allowed access any further. The energies that swirled beneath were too dark and heavy in contrast to his ethereal light. His brows furrowed as if willing the boy to see of lives past.
”You will watch over him, promise me, angel,” boomed Adacio’s voice, tremoring in pain as he lowered himself into the tomb. “You promise me.”
Gabriel stood alongside Assaciel who was cradling a tiny, quiet bundle, writhing in a golden fleeced blanket. He motioned for them to come closer, raising a quivering hand to the baby’s head, but immediately recoiling as a blinding light erupted between them like a lightning strike.
“You’ve fallen, Adacio,” Gabriel said solemnly, his eyes casting to the ground. “You know that he cannot he touched by your hands. His Nephilim blood protects him.”
Adacio scowled, his grey eyes misting with sadness. His once white hair started to turn inky black, and the ethereal glow that had graced his features quickly began fading.
“Promise me,” Adacio repeated. “Only his blood, his hands, and his voice can open this crypt. If he perishes, then so shall I.”
As he began to chant, the light in the crypt faded, swallowed instead by pitch black shadows erupting from each crevice. A thin gold line etched itself along the Nephilim boy’s heart, and with one final roar of agony that reverberated through the walls, Adacio was consumed by the darkness of his sealed tomb.
“I promise.” Gabriel answered.
The angel’s eyes flashed with the memory. His lips began to mouth the words of an ancient language he knew was sleeping inside the boy.
“The answer is in your heart, boy,” he whispered, his wings spreading wide as the ground rumbled beneath them. “Awaken. Awaken. Nephilim, awaken!”
Gabriel followed only up to the entrance of the crypt, for he was not allowed access any further. The energies that swirled beneath were too dark and heavy in contrast to his ethereal light. His brows furrowed as if willing the boy to see of lives past.
”You will watch over him, promise me, angel,” boomed Adacio’s voice, tremoring in pain as he lowered himself into the tomb. “You promise me.”
Gabriel stood alongside Assaciel who was cradling a tiny, quiet bundle, writhing in a golden fleeced blanket. He motioned for them to come closer, raising a quivering hand to the baby’s head, but immediately recoiling as a blinding light erupted between them like a lightning strike.
“You’ve fallen, Adacio,” Gabriel said solemnly, his eyes casting to the ground. “You know that he cannot he touched by your hands. His Nephilim blood protects him.”
Adacio scowled, his grey eyes misting with sadness. His once white hair started to turn inky black, and the ethereal glow that had graced his features quickly began fading.
“Promise me,” Adacio repeated. “Only his blood, his hands, and his voice can open this crypt. If he perishes, then so shall I.”
As he began to chant, the light in the crypt faded, swallowed instead by pitch black shadows erupting from each crevice. A thin gold line etched itself along the Nephilim boy’s heart, and with one final roar of agony that reverberated through the walls, Adacio was consumed by the darkness of his sealed tomb.
“I promise.” Gabriel answered.
The angel’s eyes flashed with the memory. His lips began to mouth the words of an ancient language he knew was sleeping inside the boy.
“The answer is in your heart, boy,” he whispered, his wings spreading wide as the ground rumbled beneath them. “Awaken. Awaken. Nephilim, awaken!”
A strange vibration shook around Dean, something that made him draw pause. It's as if the the entire place were pulsing with an unseen force. He steadied himself against the stone wall, hand grasping his head. "What the hell?" He muttered, squinting through the shock of pain throbbing in his head, ah, damn, another vision? He closed his eyes attempting to push it back, he didn't want to see anymore crap! He didn't even want to be here.
But then he saw or think he saw three angels, and one holding another in their arms, a baby.... Was that him? How was he seeing any of this?
A promise...
Strange words....Not strange... Never has been...
Enochian
The chant of Gabriel's song reverberated deep into his bones.
With every pulse of his heart, he felt that strange and yet vital force set off within. He looked up at Assaciel who's eyes widened in shock, what did she see in him?
"What...?"
"Dean, you've realized who you are?"
"A Nephilim? I though I was a demon."
She shook her head, "Demon's souls are corrupted beyond saving, but you were born of a pure union, before your father's fall."
"And this helps me how?"
"That is your journey to discover."
Dean slammed a fist into the wall and it cracked and crumbled, he glared at her, "This ain't a damn game, Halo. I need answers. Not riddles."
He may be a Nephil or whatever but what use was this if he couldn't even save the one person that mattered?
St. Valentine09/18/2020
That gold line once etched along Dean’s heart would soon again glow blindingly. As it filled the whole crypt with its light, Gabriel’s chanting growing louder until it was booming, the marble floor of the tomb groaned as if it were moving.
“You must call him awake, Nephilim,” Gabriel said from the door of the crypt. “Say his name, speak the language. It requires you to fully step into your power. You are his son!”
Silver Elite09/18/2020
That voice again. It filled his head until it drowned out even his own thoughts. Like he was sinking underwater.
It was all in Enocian and yet he understood it.
The surge of energy grew exponentially and he could barely contain it. Or knew what to make of it.
He parted his lips and out words flowed.
The language is more symbolic, not like anything he's ever spoken and he's no linguist either.
Ask him to do this when he's not in angel-mode and he's hella certain he won't even be able to utter a single word.
Probably.
Just come out of hiding already! What gives? The strain pulsing through him brings tears to his eyes but he doesn't realease the surge, almost as if he's afraid it might blow them apart if does.
What is going to happen if he lets go?!
Damn it!
St. Valentine09/18/2020
There was a massive wail, chorused with the voices of a thousand tortured souls, that resounded through the crypt, shaking the stone walls violently. The floor rumbled beneath them and the tomb groaned as an explosion of white light penetrated its center. A high pitched ringing threw Gabriel into recoil, but he battled for his composure through gritted teeth and continued chanting.
Suddenly, the white light disappeared, and like a surge of spilled ink, shadows began to slither like gigantic black serpents from the opening that had formed in its wake. The legion of voices grew louder and louder, causing Gabriel to fall to his knee as if forcing him to show reverence to a king.
When the darkness completely enshrouded them, two faintly glowing hands, like claws, grasped at the edges of the tomb. As the Fallen One materialized from his grave, his black, taloned wings opened weakly beside him. His face, once magnificent, had turned a deathly white, and his features were contorted to resemble an anthropomorphic bat.
His electric grey eyes scanned the room, stopping upon his beautiful son. The chorus of voices halted as he opened his mouth to speak, almost as if they had returned to his throat.
“My son...” he began, his voice like a low growl, though not threatening. “Your voice gives me... strength... you are... the only purity... left of me.”
The golden etching along Dean’s heart penetrated the darkness like a beacon, beaming directly onto the Fallen One.
Silver Elite09/18/2020
Dean drew his arm up at the gush of air hurling voices all over. More so for the too brilliant light that threatened to burn out his very mortal eyes to much if he dared look.
And honestly he would've preferred not to.
The sounds were enough to give him plenty to go on.
The soundtrack of hell.
The ground shook, and he braced himself agaisnt the cave wall again. God please don't let this cave in. Or should he prey to his... Dad?
His ears still rang long after the noise faded and he swore a million minutes passed before he peeked a glance toward the generous outpour of power pulsing before him.
And he wasn't even close to ready for what they'd resurrected.
It looked like something out of a horror movie. Epic costume, wings, face, the shadows, it would be awesome.
If it weren't real.
He swallowed, and that's when he realized a second source of light. His own.
A golden glow from his chest as though a bolt of lightning etched into his flesh.
No amount of his touching or rubbing made it go out and a tiny bubble of panic rose up before he stared back at his old man apparently.
He cleared his throat, mouth dry, hah, his voice huh? It's almost a joke. He'd laugh if he could. This must be one twisted nightmare.
Right.
"H-hey.... Welcome topside?" What was he the welcoming committee?
And meanwhile Ace merely stood back, eyes closed as she steadied herself agaisnt the wall, then she peered at him.
"It has been some time, Adacio."
Of course she can act like they're old friends.
St. Valentine09/18/2020
“Tell me, Assaciel,” Adacio groaned, his every massive limb cracking as he crawled from his crypt to stand on two legs. “Have they captured God’s Favorite?”
Standing at nearly 10 feet, Adacio folded his wings back into place behind him, craning his grotesque face to look at his son. Though his monstrous features wouldn’t allow, he expressed a sadness in his grey eyes.
“They must have, if you have awakened me,” he continued, observing Dean. He raised his head, his nostrils flaring as if he could smell something specific. “Messenger...”
Gabriel stood to his feet at the door of the crypt, still unable to enter, or perhaps unwilling to do so.
“Where is Maria?” Adacio snarled, though his voice indicated he likely already knew.
“The Italians have her encased in the Vault,” Gabriel answered solemnly. “The Sands of the Holy Land do not allow her to escape. It seems her daughter, Sofia, is working with the Royal Family to keep her there.”
He paused for effect.
“And the girl?” Adacio asked, his eyes shifting to Dean for an answer. “Where is she?”
Silver Elite09/18/2020
Assaciel stepped back, her gaze shifting to the shadows pooling around the former angelic being, "Attempts have been made."
Dean averted his gaze, the last he'd seen her she'd been playing a piano recital and... He flinched at the memory--kissing twilight-- ew.
Yeah, he wasn't sticking around for a doomed romance so he just...
He squared his shoulders, well, she's the one who chose fangs over...er...wings... It's stupid. He's an even bigger idiot for thinking he had any chance against sparkles.
But the question hung between them, like a weight.
"Dunno." He shoved his hands into his pockets. "Probably still at the manor with Mr Fancy Fangs." Did he sound bitter? Probably.
Definitely.
St. Valentine09/18/2020
“My son, why is she not at your side?” Adacio asked, though if he were anything like he thought, he knew it was his stubborn pride. “Take me to her.”
His bones crackled and shifted, and his face contorted in agony, making him appear far more revolting than before. His folded wings dissipated into shreds, disappearing finally as he reverted to the size of an average man.
Salt and peppery hair replaced his once-bald head, slicked and short. He had aged in this realm, but not tremendously; he retained his handsome mortal looks.
Silver Elite09/18/2020
"I can't." He blurted out, staring hard at the ground. Then he pointed at Halo, "She's the one with the teleporting powers anyways." And he's still trying to wrap his head around this whole being a Nephilim thing. But when he started to turn back the path he'd crossed, he glanced back and okay, what happened to the...?
It was surreal.
"How did you...? No, I don't wanna know." He was way more comfortable with his life as a hunter and now this?
"Dean," Assaciel snapped, "you're given an order, you best heed it."
Dean glared at her, "Again, I can't, that's your specialty, not mine."
"You've no idea the power you have, do you?"
Did that sound like pity coming from her?
"Fuck off." He hissed, he had enough of her crap. He turned to go, they could do this without him right? They had the king of hell now.
And he wasn't gonna face Lombardi or her fanged new boyfriend. Couldn't.
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Adacio grinned, baring wicked canines, though his smile was attractive. He shook his head, striding past the boy, Assaciel, and ascending the staircase toward Gabriel, who stepped aside.
The etching in Dean’s chest would glow near the Fallen One, and almost like a magnet, would be drawn in his direction. But of course the Nephilim would retain his freewill.
“Go to them, Messenger,” Adacio ordered, placing a hand on his shoulder. “Tell Avalon my son and I will be arriving soon.”
He tilted his head to the sky, breathing in hard as though he were searching for a familiar fragrance.
Maria...
***
A slight pang hit Isabella in her chest, almost as though her heart had been struck. She placed a hand over it, furrowing her brows, and searched the hall for her guardian or his wife.
“Mina?” She called out in confusion. “Aleksei?”
Her heart started to race and an overwhelming sense of panic befell her. Then it traveled to her stomach. It was anxiety. It was dread. But why?
“Something has happened,” she said, suddenly feeling light headed. She sat upon a chaise and cradled her head in her hands.
It was that room again, the one filled with candles and smelling of sweet incense. She could see the crown of the high priestess Sofia, her long braided locks and elaborate robes; she could hear her voice chanting in Latin.
As she observed further, she saw the glass encasing her and the sand at her feet.
And then, only briefly, she could see a flash of Dean’s golden hair, and the silhouette of Adacio, whom she could not recognize.
Suddenly, Sofia snapped from her trance and wailed angrily.
“The zeal has been broken!” she screeched, and all the candles surrounding her were snuffed at that moment in a cold wave of air.
When she came to, Gabriel was standing before her, his face stern and unwavering. Somehow, Isabella already knew, but couldn’t form the sentence in her head.
“They will be here soon, Isabella,” Gabriel said, then turned to face the corridor. “Avalon...”
But then he saw or think he saw three angels, and one holding another in their arms, a baby.... Was that him? How was he seeing any of this?
A promise...
Strange words....Not strange... Never has been...
Enochian
The chant of Gabriel's song reverberated deep into his bones.
With every pulse of his heart, he felt that strange and yet vital force set off within. He looked up at Assaciel who's eyes widened in shock, what did she see in him?
"What...?"
"Dean, you've realized who you are?"
"A Nephilim? I though I was a demon."
She shook her head, "Demon's souls are corrupted beyond saving, but you were born of a pure union, before your father's fall."
"And this helps me how?"
"That is your journey to discover."
Dean slammed a fist into the wall and it cracked and crumbled, he glared at her, "This ain't a damn game, Halo. I need answers. Not riddles."
He may be a Nephil or whatever but what use was this if he couldn't even save the one person that mattered?
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That gold line once etched along Dean’s heart would soon again glow blindingly. As it filled the whole crypt with its light, Gabriel’s chanting growing louder until it was booming, the marble floor of the tomb groaned as if it were moving.
“You must call him awake, Nephilim,” Gabriel said from the door of the crypt. “Say his name, speak the language. It requires you to fully step into your power. You are his son!”
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That voice again. It filled his head until it drowned out even his own thoughts. Like he was sinking underwater.
It was all in Enocian and yet he understood it.
The surge of energy grew exponentially and he could barely contain it. Or knew what to make of it.
He parted his lips and out words flowed.
The language is more symbolic, not like anything he's ever spoken and he's no linguist either.
Ask him to do this when he's not in angel-mode and he's hella certain he won't even be able to utter a single word.
Probably.
Just come out of hiding already! What gives? The strain pulsing through him brings tears to his eyes but he doesn't realease the surge, almost as if he's afraid it might blow them apart if does.
What is going to happen if he lets go?!
Damn it!
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There was a massive wail, chorused with the voices of a thousand tortured souls, that resounded through the crypt, shaking the stone walls violently. The floor rumbled beneath them and the tomb groaned as an explosion of white light penetrated its center. A high pitched ringing threw Gabriel into recoil, but he battled for his composure through gritted teeth and continued chanting.
Suddenly, the white light disappeared, and like a surge of spilled ink, shadows began to slither like gigantic black serpents from the opening that had formed in its wake. The legion of voices grew louder and louder, causing Gabriel to fall to his knee as if forcing him to show reverence to a king.
When the darkness completely enshrouded them, two faintly glowing hands, like claws, grasped at the edges of the tomb. As the Fallen One materialized from his grave, his black, taloned wings opened weakly beside him. His face, once magnificent, had turned a deathly white, and his features were contorted to resemble an anthropomorphic bat.
His electric grey eyes scanned the room, stopping upon his beautiful son. The chorus of voices halted as he opened his mouth to speak, almost as if they had returned to his throat.
“My son...” he began, his voice like a low growl, though not threatening. “Your voice gives me... strength... you are... the only purity... left of me.”
The golden etching along Dean’s heart penetrated the darkness like a beacon, beaming directly onto the Fallen One.
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Dean drew his arm up at the gush of air hurling voices all over. More so for the too brilliant light that threatened to burn out his very mortal eyes to much if he dared look.
And honestly he would've preferred not to.
The sounds were enough to give him plenty to go on.
The soundtrack of hell.
The ground shook, and he braced himself agaisnt the cave wall again. God please don't let this cave in. Or should he prey to his... Dad?
His ears still rang long after the noise faded and he swore a million minutes passed before he peeked a glance toward the generous outpour of power pulsing before him.
And he wasn't even close to ready for what they'd resurrected.
It looked like something out of a horror movie. Epic costume, wings, face, the shadows, it would be awesome.
If it weren't real.
He swallowed, and that's when he realized a second source of light. His own.
A golden glow from his chest as though a bolt of lightning etched into his flesh.
No amount of his touching or rubbing made it go out and a tiny bubble of panic rose up before he stared back at his old man apparently.
He cleared his throat, mouth dry, hah, his voice huh? It's almost a joke. He'd laugh if he could. This must be one twisted nightmare.
Right.
"H-hey.... Welcome topside?" What was he the welcoming committee?
And meanwhile Ace merely stood back, eyes closed as she steadied herself agaisnt the wall, then she peered at him.
"It has been some time, Adacio."
Of course she can act like they're old friends.
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“Tell me, Assaciel,” Adacio groaned, his every massive limb cracking as he crawled from his crypt to stand on two legs. “Have they captured God’s Favorite?”
Standing at nearly 10 feet, Adacio folded his wings back into place behind him, craning his grotesque face to look at his son. Though his monstrous features wouldn’t allow, he expressed a sadness in his grey eyes.
“They must have, if you have awakened me,” he continued, observing Dean. He raised his head, his nostrils flaring as if he could smell something specific. “Messenger...”
Gabriel stood to his feet at the door of the crypt, still unable to enter, or perhaps unwilling to do so.
“Where is Maria?” Adacio snarled, though his voice indicated he likely already knew.
“The Italians have her encased in the Vault,” Gabriel answered solemnly. “The Sands of the Holy Land do not allow her to escape. It seems her daughter, Sofia, is working with the Royal Family to keep her there.”
He paused for effect.
“And the girl?” Adacio asked, his eyes shifting to Dean for an answer. “Where is she?”
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Assaciel stepped back, her gaze shifting to the shadows pooling around the former angelic being, "Attempts have been made."
Dean averted his gaze, the last he'd seen her she'd been playing a piano recital and... He flinched at the memory--kissing twilight-- ew.
Yeah, he wasn't sticking around for a doomed romance so he just...
He squared his shoulders, well, she's the one who chose fangs over...er...wings... It's stupid. He's an even bigger idiot for thinking he had any chance against sparkles.
But the question hung between them, like a weight.
"Dunno." He shoved his hands into his pockets. "Probably still at the manor with Mr Fancy Fangs." Did he sound bitter? Probably.
Definitely.
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“My son, why is she not at your side?” Adacio asked, though if he were anything like he thought, he knew it was his stubborn pride. “Take me to her.”
His bones crackled and shifted, and his face contorted in agony, making him appear far more revolting than before. His folded wings dissipated into shreds, disappearing finally as he reverted to the size of an average man.
Salt and peppery hair replaced his once-bald head, slicked and short. He had aged in this realm, but not tremendously; he retained his handsome mortal looks.
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"I can't." He blurted out, staring hard at the ground. Then he pointed at Halo, "She's the one with the teleporting powers anyways." And he's still trying to wrap his head around this whole being a Nephilim thing. But when he started to turn back the path he'd crossed, he glanced back and okay, what happened to the...?
It was surreal.
"How did you...? No, I don't wanna know." He was way more comfortable with his life as a hunter and now this?
"Dean," Assaciel snapped, "you're given an order, you best heed it."
Dean glared at her, "Again, I can't, that's your specialty, not mine."
"You've no idea the power you have, do you?"
Did that sound like pity coming from her?
"Fuck off." He hissed, he had enough of her crap. He turned to go, they could do this without him right? They had the king of hell now.
And he wasn't gonna face Lombardi or her fanged new boyfriend. Couldn't.
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Adacio grinned, baring wicked canines, though his smile was attractive. He shook his head, striding past the boy, Assaciel, and ascending the staircase toward Gabriel, who stepped aside.
The etching in Dean’s chest would glow near the Fallen One, and almost like a magnet, would be drawn in his direction. But of course the Nephilim would retain his freewill.
“Go to them, Messenger,” Adacio ordered, placing a hand on his shoulder. “Tell Avalon my son and I will be arriving soon.”
He tilted his head to the sky, breathing in hard as though he were searching for a familiar fragrance.
Maria...
***
A slight pang hit Isabella in her chest, almost as though her heart had been struck. She placed a hand over it, furrowing her brows, and searched the hall for her guardian or his wife.
“Mina?” She called out in confusion. “Aleksei?”
Her heart started to race and an overwhelming sense of panic befell her. Then it traveled to her stomach. It was anxiety. It was dread. But why?
“Something has happened,” she said, suddenly feeling light headed. She sat upon a chaise and cradled her head in her hands.
It was that room again, the one filled with candles and smelling of sweet incense. She could see the crown of the high priestess Sofia, her long braided locks and elaborate robes; she could hear her voice chanting in Latin.
As she observed further, she saw the glass encasing her and the sand at her feet.
And then, only briefly, she could see a flash of Dean’s golden hair, and the silhouette of Adacio, whom she could not recognize.
Suddenly, Sofia snapped from her trance and wailed angrily.
“The zeal has been broken!” she screeched, and all the candles surrounding her were snuffed at that moment in a cold wave of air.
When she came to, Gabriel was standing before her, his face stern and unwavering. Somehow, Isabella already knew, but couldn’t form the sentence in her head.
“They will be here soon, Isabella,” Gabriel said, then turned to face the corridor. “Avalon...”
"What the hell is this...?" Would it keep glowing? He pulled his jacket over his chest trying to not look like a walking flash light.
Assaciel sighed but followed after Adacio.
Mina was in the process of bringing tea over to Isabella when the young woman cried out. She rushed over to find her on the chaise, cradling her head. "Oh, what's wrong?" She slid the tray on the table and went to her, gently touching Isabella's crown. "Are you hurting?" At the sudden whoosh of air and the sound of wings fluttering, the vampire glanced back at the source.
An angel.
Not shortly after, the pureblood appeared at the entrance, stern gaze unfaltering as he peered at the Arc Angel.
"So many visitors today, hm, what brings you here, Messenger?" Surely it was of grave importance, otherwise, angels rarely had the habit of dropping in.
Gabriel nodded in greeting to both Mina and Aleksei.
“Adacio will soon be joining us,” Gabriel informed them. “The Nephilim has opened his tomb.”
He turned to look at Isabella, whose face was furrowed with worry.
“N-Nephilim? As in...?” She stammered, her eyes slightly widened. “Are you talking about...?”
“Salvatore,” Gabriel punctuated gravely. “He needs your help, Isabella. You two are fated, tied together since birth. The further you run from each other, the stronger your bond pulls you back. He is stubborn...”
A grin played at his mouth.
“Avalon, do you know what has become of Maria Lombardi and her daughter Sofia?” Gabriel asked. “Do you know Sofia has become the High Priestess to the Italian Royal Family?”
"Nephilim?" Mina turned a questioning glance over at Aleksei who's gaze pinned on the angel still.
"So I've observed." Aleksei retorted, not at all surprised at the current events. Naturally he keeps tabs on particular persons of interest. "They are in Italia, yes, I'm aware of their particular circumstances." But these are delicate matters that take a certain level of finesse. Can't go rushing in guns blazing like a certain brash hunter he knows would.
“Assaciel,” Adacio called for the angel. He had reached the center of the crypt, and the shadows from below followed behind him, slowly consuming the room when Gabriel vanished. “Dean, come.”
Beneath his feet, Enochian sigils slowly began to form, vibrating as the legion of voices returned to their chanting. Adacio joined them, his voice wicked and chorused, reaching a decibel so deep it was terrifying.
“My son,” he continued, waving to the center of the geometric figure that appeared. “You will take us to Isabella. Remember your first tongue.”
He spoke of the Angelic language, of course. His steely eyes cast to the golden light coming from Dean’s chest, fighting to penetrate his clothes. It would buzz and vibrate as the boy drew nearer to the sigils, which were etching themselves all over walls and ceiling.
The voices grew louder as they covered every inch, glowing brighter when Dean and Assaciel entered the circle.
“Remember your first tongue, Dean.”
"Not like I gotta choice." Dean gripped at his arms as he followed but it was much like rising from the ocean into a cacophony of celestial insanity. His head filled with so much angelic voices he struggled with every step. Hands gripping his head he gasped at the surge of pain tearing through his system. What the hell?!
"Make it stop!" He cried out, unable to make another step. Who turned the volume up?
“Command them, Dean,” Adacio instructed him, his voice still booming without skipping a beat. “You are Nephilim—declare your will! Take us to Isabella!”
As the legión intensified, Adacio’s eyes went from an icy grey to a platinum white.
“You are a conduit between realms, my son,” he continued. “You exist on both planes. The extent of your power is virtually boundless! Command it! Command them!”
"I don't want this, can't you just... Take it back?" How can he even hear through all this noise? His senses are raw from all the input. Ugh.
"Stop acting like you're just a mortal, Dean." Assaciel added, just behind him. "Focus."
"Easy for you freaks!" Now he's just frustrated really. They don't get him at all.
Isabella’s heart was racing now. Flying into a full panic, she leaned against Mina for support, clutching her chest. Her mind was spinning and her ears were ringing. If she hadn’t been sitting down, she was certain she would have fallen from dizziness.
“It-it’s so... it’s... loud...” she mumbled behind gritted teeth. “Something is happening to Dean...”
She looked around the room, which was beginning to blur, morphing into a bright cacophony of sounds and sight. The only beacon in the chaos was a shock of blond hair and blue eyes.
“Come to me, Dean...” she whispered pleadingly.
The light from the sigils was becoming blinding, and like hands, began to encompass them slowly. The more Dean focused, the more their energy within the room grew and shifted their surroundings. But the more he doubted, the dimmer the sigils would get, instead replaced with darkness and the cold floor of the crypt.
“She needs you, my son,” Adacio encouraged him. “Command the legion! Thy will be done!”
Sofía screeched in rage.
The shrill pitch of her voice was like iron striking iron, shaking the walls of her temple. All the candles simultaneously relit themselves, and her eyes began to glow red.
“You won’t stop him,” Maria threatened from behind the glass. “The boy is too powerful.”
“But his mind is weak!” Sofia snarled. “His will is weaker!”
She snapped her fingers, and robed monks surrounded her. They, too, began to chant.
“Your hexes won’t work, Sofia! He is a Nephilim!” Maria cried, almost smirking.
”Shut up!”
Command the legion? What did that even mean? Dean couldn't ask as the waves of energies crashed until he snapped his eyes in the opposite direction. Wasn't that Isabella's voice among the crazy? He was sure... A whisper...
His eyes shimmered as he stared ahead, as if... He could almost see her... In a chair.
She kept fading out. Like a bad picture on a screen.
"Wait." He focused on that image, as if he could piece the threads that made up the image until it was whole.
It was something and he snatched at it.
"Isabella!" The name tore from him as he took off like an idiot toward the giant image before him. Please don't crash. Don't crash.
He leapt off the ground and hit a force only in a second, like jumping into a pool, then he was falling sideways as he crashed into the floor, carpet, his back taking the brunt of the fall. Then he pushed up, head spinning. What the hell?
That thing, the image was still floating there as if a giant tear swirling with white and gold sparks of energy. Assaciel stared from where she stood on the other side.
"Holy shit is that... Did I just portal back?" He turned his head back toward Isabella and Mina. She too stared a little wide-eyed.
Dean pushed to his feet, the world was still spinning but he'd somehow made it with everything in-tact.
"Welcome back, Salvatore." Avalon said cooly from across the room. He's served himself tea and sipped.
"Screw you." Dean muttered in greeting.
The vampire merely smirked with a raised brow. Bastard.
“Dean...?”
Confusion riddled the young girl’s features as the blond boy soared toward them as if through thin air. Her heart skipped for a second with surprise, until her mind finally comprehended what had happened.
She rose to her feet and smashed si to him, wrapping her arms around his torso and digging her face into his chest, directly where that gold light would be shining. She squeezed him tightly as if she were afraid he would vanish; as if she were making sure he was truly there.
”I’ve missed you...” she thought, her eyes misting slightly.
Directly behind them, Adacio stood, his eyes of steel fixated almost incredulously on Isabella. As she slowly pulled away from Dean, knowing she probably agitated him, he studied her features as if in disbelief.
That moment was fleeting as he fell into step beside them to look directly at Avalon with a familiar smirk.
“It has been quite some time, my old friend,” he said.
That voice. It snapped him in her direction as if by instinct but she was already rushing toward him. All he could do was stand there while she clung to him.
And then complete silence dropped over him in that instance.
How did she...?
"Isa...Bella... Hey." His hands rose up, then he realized the cut... He'd cut his palm before but there was no scar?!
Blinking, he gently returned the embrace. Trying to smother awkwardness. What did she mean she missed him...?
Wait. She didn't say that out loud, did she?
No, he wasn't going to ask that.
He's no friggin Jedi.
Right?
He held on to Isabella and glanced at Mina who slowly rose back up from her knelt position and smoothened out the ruffles of her skirt. Her gaze swung to Avalon and a tilted smile touched her lips.
No. Nothing from her.
Or maybe he was just hearing things.
He had a ton a questions.
But that had to take a back burner especially when the entourage joined them.
How does he close that freaking portal???
"Welcome back as well, comrade. You don't look a day over a century." Avalon knew him too? What, was he popular with everybody?
Dean wouldn't look at him. Absolutely not.
Assaciel cleared her throat, "Dean, you may want to close the tear through space and time any day now."
How would he even-- one glance at it, what, like closing a door in his head or--
The glowing portal snapped, crackled, and whoosh-- gone.
Ok that's one way.
Isabella jolted just a moment as the portal crackled and popped, causing her to clutch Dean’s hand briefly from surprise. But as if she were electrocuted, her hand recoiled, and she looked at him questioningly. The moment her skin touched his, she could feel that Nephilim energy like static coming off of him. He was buzzing with this newfound power, and it didn’t look like he even knew it.
She would have to corner him privately and ask later. She knew he would be apprehensive to talk, let alone be around any of these people currently gathered in the manor. She retreated beside him, careful not to touch him again, though stray strands of her inky locks still clung to him like magnetism.
Adacio chuckled at Aleksei.
“I would compare you to fine wine, but you have not aged a minute,” he retorted with a grin. “Immortality becomes you.”
His grey eyes shifted to Isabella, peering at him curiously from behind Dean’s shoulder. They were tethered together by something no human could fathom, it was written in the language of their limbs; it was swirling in the pools of their eyes and the way they looked at each other. Even her hair couldn’t stay away from him. His heart sank, but it wouldn’t be apparent on his features as he then redirected his gaze at Mina.
“I’ve been away too long,” Adacio said, offering his hand so that he could take hers in greeting. “Forgive me, Aleksei, is this your betrothed?”
Her touch came and went, drawing his gaze back down. Had she attempted to take his hand? He glanced at her, wasn't she supposed to be with the other guy? It didn't make sense. But the look of confusion on her face didn't help either. She ended up sliding beside him. Yet her hair stuck on him like static cling.
Did this mean he couldn't touch anyone?
Minus points to Nephilim powers.
Aleksei grinned fondly back, it's as though no time had passed between them.
Dean stared toward the entryway, mapping out the exits this manor had. He didn't know how he summoned that portal so until he learned the tricks he'd be running full-hunter mode.
Whatever the case, he'd protect her. It was his job to anyways.
Adacio approached someone else, a young woman—vampire too. She gave him her hand like an aristocrat would, formality at its finest.
And then he asked something that tugged at Dean, he stared at Adacio then Aleksei. Wait. Betrothed?
Aleksei's smile softened and his eyes shifted toward Mina, a look only someone who regarded another with admiration, respect and love would.
No doubt.
"Verily so." He confirmed.
"Then why'd you kiss her you asshat?" The hissed words left him before he realized it and the entire room trembled under a sudden force of pressure.
"You should calm yourself, boy, less you ruin my dwelling." Aleksei regarded him with detached coldness, "It's a misunderstanding on your part, I was merely kissing goodbye to someone else. Whom happened to be inhabiting Lombardi at the moment."
"Bullshit."
He quirked a brow, "Proving my point."
"Say that to my face." He fisted his hands, unbeknownst to himself, his eyes vanished under the glowing orbs of light flaring out like a fire reignited. All he wanted to do was hurl the vampire into the next dimension and— he backed away, exhaling sharply. What the hell? He turned and left out the doors toward another room just far enough away.
His hands shook with suppressed energy he had no idea how to begin controlling. What if he hurt people? Shit, he couldn't be near anyone like this! He shook out his hands and clutched his head, swimming with voices again. The fucking angels wouldn't stop talking.
He leaned against the wall willing for silence. A moment, anything.
Crackling sounds drew his gaze up, fuck him, little volts of lightning arched out from him. This wasn't good. He felt like a charged bomb waiting to go off.
He shouldn't be here if he was just waiting to blow. He turned his gaze toward the windows. But where then...?
“Dean...” Isabella’s voice trailed after him as he stormed away. She turned to look at Aleksei helplessly and frowned. “What have I done?”
Adacio studied his son interact with Aleksei, feeling the disdain permeating the atmosphere with electricity. He also observed how Aleksei watched over Isabella; the purity between them and their relationship was something he had never seen shared between human and immortal. It was truly like witnessing a wolf safeguarding a lamb.
He shook his head, then his eyes met with Avalon’s and turned grave at the mention of an entity inhabiting Isabella.
“Is it true?” he asked, though already knowing the answer. “Was it her you spoke with, Aleksei?”
Again, his eyes searched the young girl, finding traces of Maria within her features. Her loyalty to Dean and Aleksei was like a mirror or a time capsule—reminiscent of the relationship he, Maria and Aleksei were entangled in lifetimes ago.
His countenance fell slightly.
Isabella furrowed her brows as Adacio spoke with Aleksei. Who was he talking about?
Her mind whirled with broken thoughts and blurry images, scents and sounds. She only remembers the feelings in her chest—a yearning and a deep sadness—but she couldn’t decipher them from her own.
Her eyes searched the emptiness where Dean had once been, noting the crackling energy he left in his wake. She knew he hated when she followed him, but she missed him so terribly...and when did she ever listen to him, anyway?
“Go to him,” Adacio answered for her, noticing her hesitation. “It is where you are meant to be.”
Her eyes both questioned and thanked him, and she did pause for a moment before she nodded and slowly went after Dean.
When she found him, she made sure to stand several feet apart, unsure if he wanted her near him.
“Please, don’t go,” she said softly. “I just got you back...”
At the query, Aleksei peered at her and shook his head, no, she'd done no wrong. Then his attention returned to his dear friend, "Indeed it was." He confirmed, a note of sadness crossed his features at the memory.
He too noted the way her energies fluctuated when it came to that boy, it's him she'd tethered to from the beginning.
Her presence had the power to banish the worst of it. Dean sagged against the wall, the brunt of pain lessoning. "Funny you'd say that, don't you have a vampire to pine for?" He pushed off the wall, straightening himself.
Adacio stiffened, searching the ground as if he were to find and answer among the marble. A vein appeared on his forehead as he delved deeply into thought.
“That means they’ve awakened her,” he muttered to himself. Then he reverted his gaze back to Aleksei. “Where are they keeping her?”
Assaciel sighed but followed after Adacio.
*
Mina was in the process of bringing tea over to Isabella when the young woman cried out. She rushed over to find her on the chaise, cradling her head. "Oh, what's wrong?" She slid the tray on the table and went to her, gently touching Isabella's crown. "Are you hurting?" At the sudden whoosh of air and the sound of wings fluttering, the vampire glanced back at the source.
An angel.
Not shortly after, the pureblood appeared at the entrance, stern gaze unfaltering as he peered at the Arc Angel.
"So many visitors today, hm, what brings you here, Messenger?" Surely it was of grave importance, otherwise, angels rarely had the habit of dropping in.
Gabriel nodded in greeting to both Mina and Aleksei.
“Adacio will soon be joining us,” Gabriel informed them. “The Nephilim has opened his tomb.”
He turned to look at Isabella, whose face was furrowed with worry.
“N-Nephilim? As in...?” She stammered, her eyes slightly widened. “Are you talking about...?”
“Salvatore,” Gabriel punctuated gravely. “He needs your help, Isabella. You two are fated, tied together since birth. The further you run from each other, the stronger your bond pulls you back. He is stubborn...”
A grin played at his mouth.
“Avalon, do you know what has become of Maria Lombardi and her daughter Sofia?” Gabriel asked. “Do you know Sofia has become the High Priestess to the Italian Royal Family?”
"Nephilim?" Mina turned a questioning glance over at Aleksei who's gaze pinned on the angel still.
"So I've observed." Aleksei retorted, not at all surprised at the current events. Naturally he keeps tabs on particular persons of interest. "They are in Italia, yes, I'm aware of their particular circumstances." But these are delicate matters that take a certain level of finesse. Can't go rushing in guns blazing like a certain brash hunter he knows would.
“Assaciel,” Adacio called for the angel. He had reached the center of the crypt, and the shadows from below followed behind him, slowly consuming the room when Gabriel vanished. “Dean, come.”
Beneath his feet, Enochian sigils slowly began to form, vibrating as the legion of voices returned to their chanting. Adacio joined them, his voice wicked and chorused, reaching a decibel so deep it was terrifying.
“My son,” he continued, waving to the center of the geometric figure that appeared. “You will take us to Isabella. Remember your first tongue.”
He spoke of the Angelic language, of course. His steely eyes cast to the golden light coming from Dean’s chest, fighting to penetrate his clothes. It would buzz and vibrate as the boy drew nearer to the sigils, which were etching themselves all over walls and ceiling.
The voices grew louder as they covered every inch, glowing brighter when Dean and Assaciel entered the circle.
“Remember your first tongue, Dean.”
"Not like I gotta choice." Dean gripped at his arms as he followed but it was much like rising from the ocean into a cacophony of celestial insanity. His head filled with so much angelic voices he struggled with every step. Hands gripping his head he gasped at the surge of pain tearing through his system. What the hell?!
"Make it stop!" He cried out, unable to make another step. Who turned the volume up?
“Command them, Dean,” Adacio instructed him, his voice still booming without skipping a beat. “You are Nephilim—declare your will! Take us to Isabella!”
As the legión intensified, Adacio’s eyes went from an icy grey to a platinum white.
“You are a conduit between realms, my son,” he continued. “You exist on both planes. The extent of your power is virtually boundless! Command it! Command them!”
"I don't want this, can't you just... Take it back?" How can he even hear through all this noise? His senses are raw from all the input. Ugh.
"Stop acting like you're just a mortal, Dean." Assaciel added, just behind him. "Focus."
"Easy for you freaks!" Now he's just frustrated really. They don't get him at all.
Isabella’s heart was racing now. Flying into a full panic, she leaned against Mina for support, clutching her chest. Her mind was spinning and her ears were ringing. If she hadn’t been sitting down, she was certain she would have fallen from dizziness.
“It-it’s so... it’s... loud...” she mumbled behind gritted teeth. “Something is happening to Dean...”
She looked around the room, which was beginning to blur, morphing into a bright cacophony of sounds and sight. The only beacon in the chaos was a shock of blond hair and blue eyes.
“Come to me, Dean...” she whispered pleadingly.
The light from the sigils was becoming blinding, and like hands, began to encompass them slowly. The more Dean focused, the more their energy within the room grew and shifted their surroundings. But the more he doubted, the dimmer the sigils would get, instead replaced with darkness and the cold floor of the crypt.
“She needs you, my son,” Adacio encouraged him. “Command the legion! Thy will be done!”
Sofía screeched in rage.
The shrill pitch of her voice was like iron striking iron, shaking the walls of her temple. All the candles simultaneously relit themselves, and her eyes began to glow red.
“You won’t stop him,” Maria threatened from behind the glass. “The boy is too powerful.”
“But his mind is weak!” Sofia snarled. “His will is weaker!”
She snapped her fingers, and robed monks surrounded her. They, too, began to chant.
“Your hexes won’t work, Sofia! He is a Nephilim!” Maria cried, almost smirking.
”Shut up!”
Command the legion? What did that even mean? Dean couldn't ask as the waves of energies crashed until he snapped his eyes in the opposite direction. Wasn't that Isabella's voice among the crazy? He was sure... A whisper...
His eyes shimmered as he stared ahead, as if... He could almost see her... In a chair.
She kept fading out. Like a bad picture on a screen.
"Wait." He focused on that image, as if he could piece the threads that made up the image until it was whole.
It was something and he snatched at it.
"Isabella!" The name tore from him as he took off like an idiot toward the giant image before him. Please don't crash. Don't crash.
He leapt off the ground and hit a force only in a second, like jumping into a pool, then he was falling sideways as he crashed into the floor, carpet, his back taking the brunt of the fall. Then he pushed up, head spinning. What the hell?
That thing, the image was still floating there as if a giant tear swirling with white and gold sparks of energy. Assaciel stared from where she stood on the other side.
"Holy shit is that... Did I just portal back?" He turned his head back toward Isabella and Mina. She too stared a little wide-eyed.
Dean pushed to his feet, the world was still spinning but he'd somehow made it with everything in-tact.
"Welcome back, Salvatore." Avalon said cooly from across the room. He's served himself tea and sipped.
"Screw you." Dean muttered in greeting.
The vampire merely smirked with a raised brow. Bastard.
“Dean...?”
Confusion riddled the young girl’s features as the blond boy soared toward them as if through thin air. Her heart skipped for a second with surprise, until her mind finally comprehended what had happened.
She rose to her feet and smashed si to him, wrapping her arms around his torso and digging her face into his chest, directly where that gold light would be shining. She squeezed him tightly as if she were afraid he would vanish; as if she were making sure he was truly there.
”I’ve missed you...” she thought, her eyes misting slightly.
Directly behind them, Adacio stood, his eyes of steel fixated almost incredulously on Isabella. As she slowly pulled away from Dean, knowing she probably agitated him, he studied her features as if in disbelief.
That moment was fleeting as he fell into step beside them to look directly at Avalon with a familiar smirk.
“It has been quite some time, my old friend,” he said.
That voice. It snapped him in her direction as if by instinct but she was already rushing toward him. All he could do was stand there while she clung to him.
And then complete silence dropped over him in that instance.
How did she...?
"Isa...Bella... Hey." His hands rose up, then he realized the cut... He'd cut his palm before but there was no scar?!
Blinking, he gently returned the embrace. Trying to smother awkwardness. What did she mean she missed him...?
Wait. She didn't say that out loud, did she?
No, he wasn't going to ask that.
He's no friggin Jedi.
Right?
He held on to Isabella and glanced at Mina who slowly rose back up from her knelt position and smoothened out the ruffles of her skirt. Her gaze swung to Avalon and a tilted smile touched her lips.
No. Nothing from her.
Or maybe he was just hearing things.
He had a ton a questions.
But that had to take a back burner especially when the entourage joined them.
How does he close that freaking portal???
"Welcome back as well, comrade. You don't look a day over a century." Avalon knew him too? What, was he popular with everybody?
Dean wouldn't look at him. Absolutely not.
Assaciel cleared her throat, "Dean, you may want to close the tear through space and time any day now."
How would he even-- one glance at it, what, like closing a door in his head or--
The glowing portal snapped, crackled, and whoosh-- gone.
Ok that's one way.
Isabella jolted just a moment as the portal crackled and popped, causing her to clutch Dean’s hand briefly from surprise. But as if she were electrocuted, her hand recoiled, and she looked at him questioningly. The moment her skin touched his, she could feel that Nephilim energy like static coming off of him. He was buzzing with this newfound power, and it didn’t look like he even knew it.
She would have to corner him privately and ask later. She knew he would be apprehensive to talk, let alone be around any of these people currently gathered in the manor. She retreated beside him, careful not to touch him again, though stray strands of her inky locks still clung to him like magnetism.
Adacio chuckled at Aleksei.
“I would compare you to fine wine, but you have not aged a minute,” he retorted with a grin. “Immortality becomes you.”
His grey eyes shifted to Isabella, peering at him curiously from behind Dean’s shoulder. They were tethered together by something no human could fathom, it was written in the language of their limbs; it was swirling in the pools of their eyes and the way they looked at each other. Even her hair couldn’t stay away from him. His heart sank, but it wouldn’t be apparent on his features as he then redirected his gaze at Mina.
“I’ve been away too long,” Adacio said, offering his hand so that he could take hers in greeting. “Forgive me, Aleksei, is this your betrothed?”
Her touch came and went, drawing his gaze back down. Had she attempted to take his hand? He glanced at her, wasn't she supposed to be with the other guy? It didn't make sense. But the look of confusion on her face didn't help either. She ended up sliding beside him. Yet her hair stuck on him like static cling.
Did this mean he couldn't touch anyone?
Minus points to Nephilim powers.
Aleksei grinned fondly back, it's as though no time had passed between them.
Dean stared toward the entryway, mapping out the exits this manor had. He didn't know how he summoned that portal so until he learned the tricks he'd be running full-hunter mode.
Whatever the case, he'd protect her. It was his job to anyways.
Adacio approached someone else, a young woman—vampire too. She gave him her hand like an aristocrat would, formality at its finest.
And then he asked something that tugged at Dean, he stared at Adacio then Aleksei. Wait. Betrothed?
Aleksei's smile softened and his eyes shifted toward Mina, a look only someone who regarded another with admiration, respect and love would.
No doubt.
"Verily so." He confirmed.
"Then why'd you kiss her you asshat?" The hissed words left him before he realized it and the entire room trembled under a sudden force of pressure.
"You should calm yourself, boy, less you ruin my dwelling." Aleksei regarded him with detached coldness, "It's a misunderstanding on your part, I was merely kissing goodbye to someone else. Whom happened to be inhabiting Lombardi at the moment."
"Bullshit."
He quirked a brow, "Proving my point."
"Say that to my face." He fisted his hands, unbeknownst to himself, his eyes vanished under the glowing orbs of light flaring out like a fire reignited. All he wanted to do was hurl the vampire into the next dimension and— he backed away, exhaling sharply. What the hell? He turned and left out the doors toward another room just far enough away.
His hands shook with suppressed energy he had no idea how to begin controlling. What if he hurt people? Shit, he couldn't be near anyone like this! He shook out his hands and clutched his head, swimming with voices again. The fucking angels wouldn't stop talking.
He leaned against the wall willing for silence. A moment, anything.
Crackling sounds drew his gaze up, fuck him, little volts of lightning arched out from him. This wasn't good. He felt like a charged bomb waiting to go off.
He shouldn't be here if he was just waiting to blow. He turned his gaze toward the windows. But where then...?
“Dean...” Isabella’s voice trailed after him as he stormed away. She turned to look at Aleksei helplessly and frowned. “What have I done?”
Adacio studied his son interact with Aleksei, feeling the disdain permeating the atmosphere with electricity. He also observed how Aleksei watched over Isabella; the purity between them and their relationship was something he had never seen shared between human and immortal. It was truly like witnessing a wolf safeguarding a lamb.
He shook his head, then his eyes met with Avalon’s and turned grave at the mention of an entity inhabiting Isabella.
“Is it true?” he asked, though already knowing the answer. “Was it her you spoke with, Aleksei?”
Again, his eyes searched the young girl, finding traces of Maria within her features. Her loyalty to Dean and Aleksei was like a mirror or a time capsule—reminiscent of the relationship he, Maria and Aleksei were entangled in lifetimes ago.
His countenance fell slightly.
Isabella furrowed her brows as Adacio spoke with Aleksei. Who was he talking about?
Her mind whirled with broken thoughts and blurry images, scents and sounds. She only remembers the feelings in her chest—a yearning and a deep sadness—but she couldn’t decipher them from her own.
Her eyes searched the emptiness where Dean had once been, noting the crackling energy he left in his wake. She knew he hated when she followed him, but she missed him so terribly...and when did she ever listen to him, anyway?
“Go to him,” Adacio answered for her, noticing her hesitation. “It is where you are meant to be.”
Her eyes both questioned and thanked him, and she did pause for a moment before she nodded and slowly went after Dean.
When she found him, she made sure to stand several feet apart, unsure if he wanted her near him.
“Please, don’t go,” she said softly. “I just got you back...”
At the query, Aleksei peered at her and shook his head, no, she'd done no wrong. Then his attention returned to his dear friend, "Indeed it was." He confirmed, a note of sadness crossed his features at the memory.
He too noted the way her energies fluctuated when it came to that boy, it's him she'd tethered to from the beginning.
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Her presence had the power to banish the worst of it. Dean sagged against the wall, the brunt of pain lessoning. "Funny you'd say that, don't you have a vampire to pine for?" He pushed off the wall, straightening himself.
Adacio stiffened, searching the ground as if he were to find and answer among the marble. A vein appeared on his forehead as he delved deeply into thought.
“That means they’ve awakened her,” he muttered to himself. Then he reverted his gaze back to Aleksei. “Where are they keeping her?”
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