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Raphael

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Castiel finally gone the rebellion would crumble at last.]


And let it be known we know where they are. I want Castiel to hear what he's lost. [If he wasn't with them already.] Get ready. [With -


named off two of her best angels and had them delivered to her. She wasn't taking any chance that the humans would escape her this time.] -


during his delivery, she managed to find a chair to sit in.] So, Castiel's prized pets crawled out of their hole, did they? [She quickly -


[Raphael turned from the shelves as the messenger arrived, her look inviting him to speak without having to say anything. At some point -


Let @Balthiezar give him my answer.


[She wasn't that surprised when the report came back that all attempts to find @StillYourMan had failed.] Fine. Send them to his right hand.


for the Winchesters.] Send these to Castiel. Let him see what defiance wins him.


of his rebellion. What her brothers and sisters here had suffered at her hands would seem a spring day compared to what she had in mind -


own personal might into the battle. She already had two prime targets in mind. Perhaps now @StillYourMan would understand the true price -


only way to deal with @StillYourMan and his meager forces was to wipe their existence from Heaven. And to do that, it was time to put her -


face and straightening her jacket before summoning another pair of her own. In the heat of her anger, she had reached an epiphany: The -


semblance of rational thought. Heedless of the blood dripping from her fingertips, she reached up, carefully brushing the hair from her -


had sent one example, Raphael replaced it with a dozen. Finally, her rage was reduced to a simmering boil, enough to return her to a -


snapping between her fingers, to watch as the last spark of grace flashed from eyes widened in the terror of her fury. Where @StillYourMan -


With these she was able to take her time, to listen to the crunch of bones beneath her hands, to feel the stretch of tendons and muscles -


held that were believed to be some of @StillYourMan's best soldiers, most of her anger had burned off in a path of bodies left behind her. -


strips, exposing the fragile muscles and bones beneath. And still, she moved deeper into the dungeons. By the time she came to those she -


first of @StillYourMan's loyalists hadn't seen her coming before their skin peeled away from the bodies of their vessels in thin, pale -


barely registering in her ears as she disappeared from the room, reappearing immediately in the pristine cells of Heaven's prisons. The -


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