a rare pull of muscle, twitched into crescent smiles, yet all the same empty when emphasized, there is a hollow bark of a chuckle brushing past her lips when he speaks, eyes too boiling to be calmed.
“Angel of the Lord?” there is bile in her speech. putrid and loaded.ethereal matters were of her concern no longer, and the void of disdainful wounds seeps into speech. but the mere thought of it drew hate from her blood. “Well, you picked a grand time to show up, didn’t you?”
There’s a moment of pause as the divine considers the female who’s
oozing vehemence and for a second he experiences deja vu; just like
his encounters with another —- this one has a fiery tongue. but the
difference here is that Castiel no longer harbors feelings of care for
humans. That route had only caused him grief, being forcefully ejected
back to heaven for some near blasphemous tutelage at the hands of
those who are born to serve and uphold His word.
”I show up when I am ordered, not a second sooner.“
Now the short tempered grate on his nerves, nothing but disrespect comes
from dealing with humans and that won’t ever change he’s convinced himself
at this point in his long life. They seem to lack the ability to understand that the
rules of Earth and Heaven are both etched into different stones, there’s an
entirely different system of governance that the angels live by. Rather than
take time to grip that fact they spew vile threats back into the faces of those
