Castiel's Story

Each Prince and Archangel had specific instructions. The letters each received had very few differences, but they were instructed to bring said letter with them to the upcoming meeting. Every pair was assigned a place to meet at exactly nine PM, and after getting accustomed to each other, they were to go immediately to the mansion.

In the mansion, the pairs each get their own room. The rooms are right next to each other, and connected with a bathroom in the middle.

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A dark nightclub next to an alleyway?, really? This was probably the worst place she could ever imagine to host a meeting or bonding, whatever they were calling it. Technically the pairs were already bonded though, at least so she had been told. To her, the bond seemed silly. But it still wasn't something to be taken lightly. A bond between two very powerful beings, like the most powerful things besides God and Lucifer themselves, was nearly unbreakable. It was a bond that you had to live with, no matter what complaints or problems you had with it. You could probably plead your case to the big guys, but even then it was unlikely to be changed. They had done this for a reason, to unite the sides and hopefully stop the war that would eventually crush Earth. Still, she didn't know why she had to be included in it. Gabriel and Lucifer could have sufficed, they were the most well known to the humans.

The nightclub was beginning to fill up as nine approached. A few men had already come over and offered to buy her a drink, and she had politely denied each time, stating that she didn't drink and was here to meet someone. Actually, the first statement was true, and it wasn't just because she was an angel. Alcohol had just never been something that she wished to drink, the times she had had it, the drink had been disgusting. And it wasn't just that, she didn't like smoking either, actually she happened to despise that. Many people here seemed to be oblivious to her glares though, and they continued to smoke. Now the latter, that was true to, but she wished it wasn't. There was nothing she wouldn't give to be able to back out of this.

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You would probably expect a cafe called Coffee Shoppe to serve the worst food and coffee you'd ever tasted. You would also be correct.

Raphael wasn't one to complain very often. He was stubborn, he liked doing his own thing, he didn't like to be bothered. But he was also quiet, and he wasn't the person that would make a big deal out of nothing. So he sat quietly in the corner of the cafe, sipping the most disgusting mocha frappe he had ever tasted, and debating on if he should even try and eat the cookie that sat in front of him. Really, for all he knew, that thing could be poison too. It could kill him! At the same time though, he was starving, and that cookie was looking awfully delicious. Though he knew that if he ate it, he would probably be paying for it in a little. His throat was already burning from the damn coffee, it was supposed to be iced, not steaming.

But again, he reminded himself, he was not a complainer. And he certainly did not like to attract attention to himself. Setting the coffee cup down on the table in front of him, he looked towards the door yet again. He had gotten here at about eight thirty, probably a lot earlier than he should have. Though he really didn't want to keep this new, er, partner waiting. Was he supposed to call him partner? He didn't want to call him his new boyfriend or anything, that would be really weird since they hadn't even met yet. There was no telling if they would even get along, but if he knew anything about the Princes, they liked being in charge and liked people doing what they said. Which meant they would likely get along, because Raphael hated making decisions or being in charge.

As Herald walked the dark streets of crimes, the paper in his pocket was being crushed by his hands. His hair lightly shading his left eye, making his glances abruptly ruder than usual. Although he is usually like that. Possessing next to no emotions at all and glances that might have pissed or piqued some stranger, Herald had attracted attention he find annoying. A group of gangsters sat in a corner of a wide alley he passed by. Their eyes locked onto him, however, no heed was paid by Herald, who walked through the stares as if nothing. Though somehow his menacing figure had them hesitating.

"What a pain in the ass." He muttered to no one. He pulled the crushed note up to his chest, and opened it. Words of otherworldly language appeared, however, Herald could read it no problem. It wrote a name unknown to him, a map or sort vague pinpoints the meeting location vaguely. Coincidentally, he was standing right in front of the alley next to appointed meeting place. Chaining his movements, he walked by a dumpster, slammed it with just enough force to make the lid pop up, and threw the note in, closing the chain with a slam on the top of the lid.

The nightclub was already filled with people. All the people joking and some drinking. More smoking and more flirting. These were all nothing but annoyances to his ears. A rage inside him instinctively tells him to massacre every living being in this very room, however, it was averted by a unknown magical barrier. He could feel nothing now. The noises at his ears irritated him more and more, to no end. Enduring this is already a pain, but trying to find his so called "bonding partner" amidst this crowd meant nothing but a huge pain to him. "Damn whoever set this up." He muttered to no one again. Though some heard him, he just walked off.

Through sheer luck, he found his target, and he didn't kill someone today. Hooray. Now he just had to meet with this women and move to a mansion and he can just forget about this bonding business and perhaps get on with his boring life. With the God sealing away his powers, he could have done nothing but sit in one corner and water flowers. The usual thing nowadays his life. With his other hand in his pocket, he pulled the chair nearest to him and sat down. His target facing him. He stared at this "bonding partner" of his, and waited for a question. To him, this seemed as if nothing more than a hassle, and all he wanted to do is to quickly get over it and go back to his business.

She knew as soon as the Prince entered the nightclub. Hell, she still remembered the day that Lucifer had created the Prince's, it was hard to forget the energy that they gave off. The Archangel's were older than them by years, hundreds of years actually. Only when Lucifer the Archangel had been thrown from Heaven, were they created. Though many of the Prince's were scarily stronger than the Arch's, which certainly wasn't a good thing. It meant that when the bad guys caught one of them on their own, they weren't returning anytime soon. Or at all. Actually, the whole idea was pretty backwards. Light was always supposed to beat Dark, but in this case, Dark was so much stronger. Both Lucifer and God had the same amount of power though, the flaw in the project was that God didn't want his angels becoming corrupt, so he didn't allow them as much power as Lucifer allowed his demons.

A bartender placed a drink down beside her, and she frowned. "From the man over there," he quickly explained, seeing her glare. The man shrunk back a bit, apparently getting the hint that she didn't want him near her. "Drink," she pushed it back towards him. "Go. Now." He took the drink and hurried off, leaving her to continue staring at her hands in her lap and wish that this night would never have to happen. Cas wasn't going to fall in love with some demon, even if she was stuck with him for the rest of her life.

A man came and sat across from her, simply staring at her. She raised an eyebrow- even though he probably couldn't even see with how dark it was in the club -, waiting for him to say something. "What?", Cas demanded, sitting up a bit straighter. It was then that she caught that same energy again, and her eyes widened a bit. "You're the stupid Prince, aren't you?

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Raphael finally gave in. Picking up the cookie, he broke off a small piece and stuck it in his mouth. It wasn't terrible, at least he didn't think so. They really didn't tend to eat much in Heaven, though he had consumed human food before. Most or the Arch's just fed off of energy, obviously from the souls up in Heaven. Some of them did prefer human food though, but those were the ones that came down to Earth a lot more than the others did. Raphael had long ago decided that he preferred this place over his last home, there was much more to do. Obviously Heaven was well, Heaven, and it was great. But one month down here, was about ten years up there. It was the same for Hell, which was why the Arch's hated having to go down there. Missions took forever, and there was almost no chance that you would survive.


That was why Earth was really a Heaven for both species, if they could see it that way. Time seemed to- literally -fly down here. It seemed as if the only problem was the humans, but unlike some of the others, Raph loved the humans. They seemed like the most interesting creatures, the way they acted, how they spoke. Their smiles, laughter, tears even! He couldn't get enough of them, if he hadn't been taught that following a human was creepy, he probably would be doing the exact thing right now. Following, observing, asking questions, bothering them. Raph was always teased for these sort of things, but he couldn't help it. It might have been weird to think about, but he had been gifted with the power of healing, and it gave him a desire to know how things worked.

Feeling someones eyes on him, he looked up to see who it was. The sight he was provided though, made a slight chill run through his body. Asmodeus, that was all he knew of the Prince, his name. And he was also determined to make the best out of the situation they were both in. At first he had attempted to stand, at least try and make a decent impression by shaking his hand or something, but before he could push himself into action, the Prince was already sitting in front of him.

"Uh, yes, Asmodeus, hi." Oh, my God, Raph, get yourself under control. "I am Raphael, it's a pleasure to finally, er, meet you."

"You're the stupid Prince, aren't you?"

A wide smirk appears across his face. It only stayed there a moment. He quickly suppressed back his instinct. "Yes. And you're the bitchy Archangel I'm so called "partnered" up with?" He raised his left hand and held his head, as if trying to relieve pain from his head. "I must have the worse luck." He mumbled just enough for the Archangel to hear. Obviously, he was only using his usual sarcasm tone and sarcastic speeches, but inside of him, only hatred found its way onto his mind. Yet again, the seal prevents the feeling from getting to him, thus his face have no absolute changes.

He quickly took a drink from a passing waiter and pushed him off. The waiter staggered for a moment before getting back his balance. He turned his gaze to the unknown stranger who pushed him, but somehow she stopped halfway, and continued on. His shoulders are visibly shaking, while Herald does nothing but sit back down and sip on the cup he took. He had drink these once in a while. Apparently, these are supposed to help the humans forget about things they don't want to think about, however, for days had he tried doing this and yet nothing helped. He decided to drink it all at once. The water was all quickly drank by Herald, followed by a light smash of the cup onto the table in front. Some were shocked, however they returned back to their business.

Waiting for a response, Herald decided to place his elbow on the table and put his hands towards his face, as if discussing important matters. He raised an eyebrow, as he noticed the girl in front of him sat slightly straighter than relax. He thought that she was getting tense but nonetheless, he returned back to staring at her for a reply.