Assaciel's Story

{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."