Avengers X-Reader Volume 1

The Angel and the Soldier

Couldn't find the artist, although I spent quite a while looking for it, but the pic came from a Rebel Circus but it was too beautiful to not use. I did not draw it, all praise goes the artist. Her wings are different than the angel you are.

"No Gabriel, I will not, I have served my time for my discretion, and I am ready to take my place among my brother's again," I decreed, and shook out my black wings, as I eyed my eldest brother's Gabriel and Michael.

For eons I was charged to fight alongside my brother's and sister's, smiting, protecting, and enforcing our father's law.
And since the dawn of man, I've watched as my brethren became more disenfranchised with humanity, unable to stifle their need for war, and death, regardless of our father's teachings and the gifts he gave them.

We were Angel's, and from the beginning of time we have been watching the cosmos, and everything in it, but once our father created humanity, I was one of the few charged with leading humanity into the light, as were my eldest brother's.
It didn't take long for me to become completely transfixed with humans, and the strange things they did, in order to move forward through time. I was more empathetic to humanity's plight, while Gabriel and Michael seemed to enjoy punishing our father's latest creation at every possible moment.
Gabriel was responsible for killing Egypt's firstborns, while Michael forced Lucifer into hell, creating even more trouble, not only for us, but for our father's humans as well.
Just like Lucifer, most of my eldest brother's believed humans were a squander of God's power, a simple mistake, that should be rendered extinct, but I found beauty in humanity's failings, and I began to believe our father knew exactly what he was doing when he created man and woman.
Humans were utterly different than us, in so many way, and for my brother's and most of our legions, they wanted to wash their hands of humanity.
I had to watch as the emotion, human's know as jealousy, infected our ranks. My brethren began to rage against the fact human's had received much of our father's love, but I was one of the few, who saw something more in humanity's daily struggles.
Humans had the ability of free choice, the ability to love fully, and experience joy, pain, and so many other emotions, we Angel's didn't fully understand.
Oh we loved our father, and each other, but once we did something wrong, we were punished, severely for our discretions. We lived by a different set of rules, put out eons ago, and while time flashed by us in mere seconds, nothing changed for most of us. Our jobs stayed the same, our place in the cosmo's never wavered, and my brother's had just become more reckless in their bloodlust against humanity.
I was struck blind with rage as Gabriel and Michael began wars, destroyed entire cities, while our father faded in and out, unable to come to terms with his oldest sons.
I mourned the lives lost, and guided their lost souls to their rightful place, unable to comfort the immense sadness staining their once bright souls black with questions and confusion.
Prayers went unanswered, and humanity began to stop believing we were there to protect and usher them into peace, but I did what I could, and went against my brother's warnings, as did a few other Angel's in the legions.
I was utterly surprised, and lost hope, when one of my closest brother's, Castiel, made the choice to leave heaven, and stay with the humans in his charge.
Michael was so angry, and I tried to fight my way through the brigade, unable to listen to Castiel's screams as my brother's tore his wings from his back, but Castiel shouted at me while his angelic blood poured from his wounds, urging me to protect humanity, to stay on the path our father dictated to us eons ago.
He yelled for me to lead our brother's and sister's away from the utter destruction they'd created, and to love humanity as God's greatest creation.
I screamed for him, wept for him, but went hand to hand with Michael, trying to save not only Castiel, but my brother's from the dark path they were now going down.
We had already lost so many Angel's, and our brother Lucifer, I couldn't bare to lose Castiel. I yelled out our father's name, begging for him to stop this, but my own prayers and pleas went unanswered, and for the first time in my life, I was scared our father had trully abandoned us because of our infighting and the torment we wreaked over his world.
I had to watch, helplessly, as Gabriel and Michael ripped out Castiel's wings by the root, and tossed them to the side, discarded among the thousands of other wings they had taken from my brother's and sister's. They lay over walls, and the ceiling of his dungeon, like proud trophies, but from that moment, a sickness took over my body, a loss of hope I had never experienced before.
Michael and I fought tooth and nail, but my eldest brother was stronger, and full of rage. I was strung up, and forced to watch as Gabriel delved into his anger and disenchantment at Castiel's utter love for his two charges. He spoke of his humans with such love and care, and I still couldn't believe my father allowed Gabriel to exercise such brutality when we were only doing what God asked of us.