Though he is relatively bored with the question, unnecessarily repeated. Heaven and angel are such blase concepts, even to one who only knows of them offhandedly. But to explain The Void or the oceans that flow through his veins— that is nothing simple, and he doesn’t put it beyond this Castiel unable to comprehend.
”Some basic etymology might suffice for you. Outsider is synonymous with stranger. Foreigner. Perhaps it would be easier to consider me your Prometheus. Or their Prometheus.”
He wonders then if the angel would enact upon the threat he’d so readily offered, a noise without sound. The action would certainly serve to amuse; it’d been an eon since another had attempted to cross the threshold he watched the world through.
“But my gift is not fire.”
Even with Heaven in turmoil, the divine feels holy fire surging through his
veins even here amongst the darkest shadows. Any threat presented would
be met with the same deadly response that he could offer up above, on the
surface. So long as he breathes will the energy course through him and this
strange being poses no threat to his newly reforged self. Contained to a
vessel or not, Castiel’s power is immense.
“It’s not of import – where you have come from, all that
matters to me now is why you are here.” Stormy azures watch
the writing black mass almost with a look of disgust, the darkness feels to
him as if it’s befouling the air around it and even in the pits of hell there’s
never been such a stained feeling lingering around and attaching to his
earthly body.
“You are claiming to be a titan?” Literal as always and old as
he is there is much knowledge stored within him, he answers quickly
and a few steps move him soundlessly through the muggy obsidian haze
shrouding them both now. “Another god? Why have you come
now when the Apocalypse has ended.” The reassuring
cool touch of heavenly blessed steel washes over his calloused palm as an
angel blade slides down the tan sleeve and into view now. It’s one of the only
things that can kill an angel and well, just about everything else.
Demons, Angels, and Gods alike fear the blades of heaven.
“It’s not necessary to fight here, your kind has not shown
in years and we’ve ignored you – so long as you are no
threat to the humans you will be left alone.” A threat for a threat,
now as the once renegade angel starts to slowly circle the tainted god
before him and making sure to raise the steel high enough to be in plain
view even though he’s sure the Outsider has considered it already.