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Part Two / Chapter Fifty-Three
Castiel and Corinne were at the scene seconds after Venus prayed for their help. To keep their privacy, Castiel had placed his fingers on Harry's head, knocking him into unconsciousness. Venus watched Corinne hover over Maria's body. She hated the feeling: the numbness. She didn't regret killing Maria, not one bit. The one thing she wished she could have left unheard was Maria unraveling step by step, how the angels ruined her life. In the end, even under compulsion, he tried being a good father. They just didn't have enough time.
Castiel snapped Venus out of her thoughts. "Your headmaster has been informed of the incident," he said, beginning to heal Venus' wounds.
A small shuffling sound came from the storage cupboard in the room. Madam Pomfrey came stumbling out of the room, a black eye beginning to form on her face. Corinne quickly pelted toward her and put her to sleep, carrying her and placing her on a bed.
"I don't understand," said Corinne, pacing back and forth nervously. Venus had never seen her this anxious before. "The sigils to ward off the angels, we covered every inch of Hogwarts with them."
"It could have been Metatron," Castiel explained, healing Venus' final wound, the laceration in her stomach.
Corinne shook her head.
"No," she groaned. "They were archangel wardings as well."
"It was me," said a voice from the entrance of the Hospital Wing. A man, tall and bruised limped toward them. Venus immediately became defensive, but couldn't move because of Castiel. "They forced me."
"God," said Corinne in disbelief, running over to catch the man as he fell over. "Where have you been?"
"Held captive by Metatron and her army," God grunted, holding their stomach tightly.
"But you're God—" Venus began, wincing slightly as Castiel continued to heal her. "— you of all people should be able to stop them."
"Not without my grace," God coughed, bloody escaping and trailing down their ripped shirt.
"They took your grace?" Corinne said, attempting to attend to their injuries. God stopped them.
"Without my grace, I'm just an element. If Metatron uses my grace..." God wheezed, as it became harder and harder for them to breathe.
"She will become God," stated Castiel, horror laced between his words.
"Venus Rosario," said God, looking at her proudly. "I loved your mother, and I know she loved you. I—" they coughed, "— I have a task I need you to complete. Before I part ways with you all."
