The Angels' way - A Supernatural Story

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Ezrael, the ruler of Heaven, now stands between Maeve and the rest of the group, his expression dark as a storm cloud. The tension in the air is palpable, and Maeve's heart races with a mix of fear and uncertainty.

"Do you have any idea what you've just done?" he demands, his voice like thunder.

"My brother," Castiel interjects, stepping forward, "what's happening?"

Ezrael's fury intensifies. "You should know! What possessed you to ally with this woman?"

With a swift motion, Reine draws a voodoo rune on the ground and then dissipates into the mist. Ezrael doesn't pursue her; it's too late for that. Dean's jaw tightens at her escape; had she stayed, he might have lost control. Maeve, however, is too stunned to react.

"Ezrael..." she says, her voice trembling. "That power I felt... what was it?"

"It was you, Maeve. More specifically, it was... your Other."

"My... what?"

Dean squints, confusion etched on his face. "What the hell is that?"

Ezrael buries his face in his hands, grappling with thoughts too heavy to share. Finally, he lifts his gaze, a sense of urgency in his tone. "The voodoo priestess has released the Other part of you-the version cursed by Hermogenes. It's powerful and unrestrained. Everything you lost has been returned to you, but not in this vessel. It's now a malevolent being that could destroy everything."

Maeve's heart sinks as she processes this revelation. An Other, a darker version of herself, filled with rage and strength.

"Well," Dean asks, breaking the silence, "what now?"

Castiel nods in agreement. "There must be a way to stop it. How do we do that?"

Sam looks at Maeve, concern etched on his features. He can't help but feel responsible. "What do you feel, Maeve?"

"I've never faced a situation like this before," Ezrael admits, shaking his head. "But understand this: the Other has all the traits you've lost. Do you grasp what that means?"

"I... I need a moment," Maeve murmurs, fighting the nausea rising within her. She feels the dark desires of her Other pressing against her mind-a force she yearns to reclaim.

"The Other Maeve isn't human," she realizes aloud, voice steadying. "It's an angelic force. It needs a vessel."

"Exactly," Ezrael confirms.

"That gives us some time," Sam interjects. "We need a plan to stop her before she can do any harm."

A heavy silence envelops them, the weight of their predicament settling in. Maeve nods gravely, acknowledging the seriousness of their situation.

"There's no power that can match her," Dean concludes. "She has the strength of a Nephilim without the humanity."

"Chaos," Castiel adds, a somber tone in his voice.

In the tense quiet, Ezrael's expression shifts. He looks skyward, a spark of realization igniting in his eyes. "Unless..."

"Ezrael?" Maeve asks, stepping closer, hope mingled with fear. "Do you know how to defeat her?"

Ezrael's gaze meets hers, calmness replacing fury. He gestures, and suddenly, the world around them fades into nothingness. Panic flares within Maeve; this can't be Heaven-not with her human soul. But she quickly refocuses on Ezrael, curiosity and dread mingling in her heart.

"Maeve," he begins, his voice solemn, "we don't have much time. Your Other is out there, and once she finds a vessel, chaos will ensue."

"But I can do something to stop her, can't I?" Maeve's voice is firm, though uncertainty lingers in her gaze.