RAVEN: Angel Of Death (Watty's 2023)

Chapter 19: The Grimm Reaper

Lieutenant colonel Lazenby Collins jumps down from the armoured tank he had be in. Two sergeants immediately flanks him, matching his long strides as he moves toward his battalion. An order had come from the office of the president that Castiel Wellington had to be apprehended and to take out anyone who was with her.

It was a known fact amongst the American military that Castiel Wellington had kidnapped the president and was considered a threat to be eliminated in any possible way. This information was kept secret from the general public and the American allies. They were lead to believe that the president was quarantined as a result of contacting a viral disease from her last visit to an orphanage, and she is responding positively to treatments.

" Morris, where the hell is Castiel Wellington?" the Lt colonel asked the African American Captain, despite knowing the answer.

"Sir, Ms Wellington is no where to be found" the soldier answered stoutly.

"The orders were to apprehend Wellington in forty eight hours and it's already seventy nine hours and you are yet to deliver" he sighs, running his his in his short brown hair.
Honestly he had no idea how to get Castiel. He remembered back when she had been in the army, minded her own business, never talked unless spoken to, ruthless and dangerous, a silent killer. she had been the best, her stats were impressive and till now no one had been able to beat her records, although she had left the army, Castiel had left a legacy too tough for anyone to beat. Which was why, he knew and feared if indeed Castiel had the president then they had someone worse than Bin Laden in their hands.

"We ran a full search on the building, there's no sign of her, or anyone else. I believe if she was previously here then she had left before we arrived"
Morris reported his voice strong. The only indication that he was nervous was the way his Adam's apple kept bobbling up and down like he was trying to swallow an unpleasant food.

"Shit" Collins swore under his breathe "keep on searching and I want the full reports by the next hour, am I clear captain?"

"Yes sir"

"You are dismissed"

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Caz and Amelia watched all this from the top of the building. Both women were dressed in dark cloaks, Caz had her twin sickle shapes sword while Amelia held a scythe (which is effective in soul reaping).

"Can they see us boss?" Amelia asks.

"No" Caz answers in a clipped tone.

"Okay, so what exactly are we here for?" Amelia braces her hands on her waist then turns toward Castiel.

"Demons" Caz deadpanned.

"What, you said they smell like sulphur, why can't we smell them" Amelia asks confused.

Caz ignores her, focusing on the scene below. It was now getting clearer, Samael's game plan that is. He was destroying every image she had built previously. Shredding them to pieces. And there was only one thing she could do. Play dirty. She could kill the entire soldiers with a flick of her hand, she could destroy the world's largest armies in a minute. Yeah she had the power to, then she'd beat Lucifer in his own game. If he thought he was powerful. She'd was better and more powerful. She is death herself and it was time she stopped playing the dutiful little angel to God. She was going to became the warrior El designed her to be. Afterall she was Death herself, God's own weapon.

"Amelia we are getting out of here, it's time for your first job"

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The door creaked, it's sound like the whining of a rusted metal which was kind of strange because the doors were wooden. Hank Dalton stood up, taking the remote from the coffee table he had left it previously, he switched off the TV, deciding he had watched enough episodes of the walking dead, he'd binge more tomorrow.

Must be Eddie again.

Eddie Carson his overweight, over friendly flatmate always knocked on odd hours of the night and each time he would switch off the lights in the hallway with the feeble excuse that he didn't like the lights at night. Hank would bet on his red Austin Martin that Eddie probably wanted Sugar. Dude never knew that too much sugar was bad for the health.

Walking towards the door he swings it open and peers out to the darkened hallway.

"Lemme guess Eddie, you want sugar" Hank joke's but was created by silence.

"Eddie what sick game are you playing "he says then a second later he unlocks his phone, switches on the torch app and shines it.

"Oh probably some rodent"

Hank walks back into his apartment, while slamming the door shut and locking it, while scratching his neck in irritation calling it a night. Walking into the bedroom he shared with his partner Judah Browner. Removing his shirt and tossing it on the floor. The thirty year old couldn't help but pick it up when he remembered how angry his partner gets whenever Hank litters his clothes or anything around. Judah had the worst case of OCD. Switching on the lights Hank froze.

Laying lifeless on the floor was Judah with a cut on his throat while he bled out.

"No, no babe, come on Jude, don't leave me!" Hank cried falling to his knees, using his hands to cover the cut in his partner's neck.

"He's quite dead, a long time now Martin Hank Dalton" a feminine voice crooned causing Hank to turn towards the owner of the voice.

Eyes as blue as the sky met his hazel pair and Hank couldn't help but stare in total awe at the woman before him. Her blonde hair was short, her height about six feet tall. She wore a dark cloak and on her left hand was a scythe. In order words she looked like a very beautiful Grimm Reaper.

"Who the fuck are you" Hank feels anger and resentment grow inside him ready to combust. standing from his former position he walks toward her,his Eyes filled with angry tears "

"What did you do to my Judah"

The woman laughs giving him a pair of his pearly whites.

"Of course darlin' and it's quite unfortunate but I'm death, the Grimm reaper, the real one and I'd gladly prove it to you" she answers, swifting to his side while it barely felt like she moved to a frozen, petrified Hank.

"And you are next" she whispers into his ears.

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Honestly guys, had no idea what to write. So how did this turn out.

I apologize for any grammatical errors.

❤️Mae