Marvin Godfrey, also known as Marv, was rudely awakened at 10 a.m. by a persistent knocking on the door. Groggily, he made his way to the entrance, grumbling about the early hour and his foul mood. Upon opening the door, he was taken aback by Castiel's stern expression.
"Oh, it's just you," Marv said, rolling his eyes and attempting to shut the door. However, Castiel was quick to block it with her foot.
"Marveseus," she sneered, her blue eyes gleaming with a hint of disdain. Her dark hair framed her face, giving her an edgier appearance.
Marv's gaze wandered, taking in Castiel's new look. "Hey, love the new style, babe. You look hotter, more badass," he said, his eyes lingering on her cleavage.
Castiel's expression remained unyielding. "Marveseus, quit fooling around. I have something important to ask you, and I expect your cooperation."
Marv raised an eyebrow, a hint of annoyance in his voice. "Marvin, or Marv, would be just fine. Marveseus is a mouthful, and I'd rather leave that name in the past."
Castiel's gaze narrowed, but she nodded curtly. "Very well, Marv. Let's get down to business."
Caz grabbed Marv's neck, threw him against the TV, and pinned him down, her sword pressed against his abs. "Tell me Samael's plans," she demanded, her eyes blazing with intensity.
Marv grinned, his grey eyes shining with mirth. "Is this the way to treat your fiancé, babe?" He rocked his lower body against Caz's, causing her to jump off him, her cheeks flushing golden.
"Ex-fiancé," Caz spat, her voice venomous. She lifted him up, holding him in a chokehold. "We can do this the easy way or the hard way." She manifested her sword, pressing it against his abs. "Good boy," she crooned, her voice like soft music. "Now, tell me Samael's plans."
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Metatron's rage was so intense it could have incinerated a planet. He was consumed by a destructive fury, seeking an outlet for his anger. He headed to the battlefield where he had spent countless hours annihilating over a million demons, yet his ire remained unabated. In truth, he had misdirected his wrath, targeting demons instead of the true source of his frustration: the Council. Metatron seethed with disappointment and anger towards the Council's inaction regarding Castiel's fate. He made a decision: he would leave the Golden City to ensure Castiel's safety, his best friend and confidant, even if it meant risking everything. If Castiel was in peril, Metatron would stand by her side, no matter the cost.
As Metatron approached the portal to Earth, a hand grasped his arm, halting him. He turned to face Zadkiel, the angel of righteousness, surprised that he hadn't detected anyone following him.
"Don't do it, Metatron," Zadkiel said softly, his dark skin and blue eyes a contrast to his firm tone.
"I have to, Zad," Metatron replied, his voice laced with determination. "It's the right thing to do for Castiel."
Zadkiel's gaze held a deep understanding, but also a hint of warning. "What you're about to do, my friend, is not right. Helping a fallen angel comes with severe consequences. You'll be declared a fallen angel too if the Council finds out."
Metatron's eyes blazed with conviction. "She's my best friend, Zad. I thought you, of all people, would understand that."
Zadkiel placed a hand on Metatron's shoulder, his expression a mix of frustration and empathy. "Fine, I'll come with you. But know that I'm not condoning this."
Metatron's eyebrow shot up in surprise. "Are you out of your righteous mind?"
Zadkiel shrugged, a hint of a smile on his lips. "Maybe. But Castiel is my friend and sister too. And, let's just say, I might have been sneaking out too."
Metatron's eyes widened in disbelief. "Jesus Christ!"
Zadkiel chuckled. "Careful, Metatron. You're starting to sound human."
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