Castiel unfolds his wings, the feathers rustling with celestial energy, his eyes piercing through the darkness of the abandoned cathedral.
She looks at him Are you really here to help me…or because you’re bored?
Castiel's eyes lock onto Zatime, his gaze intense and unwavering. "You think my presence here is a result of mere boredom?
Castiel's expression shifts, a mixture of amusement and disappointment. "You could not be more mistaken.
Oh really? Then why did you accept this assignment?
Castiel sighs heavily, his voice carrying a hint of frustration. "To prove my worth, to keep my position in the Heavenly council...
Oh please don’t bullshit me. You guys are like the 1% of the total population in heaven. You’re all powerful. You don’t have to prove shit.
Castiel's eyes narrow, his tone becoming more commanding. "You underestimate the complexities of divine politics, mortal.
Do not call me that…I have a name
Castiel's voice drops, laced with a hint of desperation. "Forgive me, Zatime. But I cannot afford to lose my position.
Wait, so you’re here because you were assigned this task? Or because you actually give a fuck about me?
Castiel's eyes flicker with a mix of determination and longing. "I am here because my conscience demands it.
she turns around and walks away
Castiel swiftly steps in front of Zatime, blocking her path. "Where do you think you're going? We still have unfinished business."
Castiel's voice carries a sense of urgency, his eyes burning with intensity. "Don't you see? There's more at stake here than just your soul.
What are you talking about?
Castiel takes a step closer, his voice lowering to a whisper. "The balance between Heaven and Hell is fragile, Zatime.
And what does that have to do with me?
Castiel reaches out, his fingers brushing against Zatime's cheek, sending a shiver down her spine. "Everything, Zatime. Everything."
she backs away How do you know anyways? That if you help me that it would affect the balance between heaven and hell…
Castiel pulls out a small, ancient-looking book, flipping through its pages with a flickering light illuminating his face.
she crosses her arms and watches him
Castiel stops at a particular page, his eyes widening as he reads. "Here it states, 'When an angel interferes in mortal affairs, the cosmic balance is disrupted.'
As Castiel continues to read, a burst of divine energy erupts from the book, enveloping both Castiel and Zatime in a radiant light
Castiel's eyes widen in surprise, his wings unfurling with a thunderous sound. "We need to act quickly, Zatime!
Castiel grabs Zatime's arm, pulling her towards the center of the abandoned cathedral. "Because the disruption is intensifying!
So how does helping me stop the destruction of the balance?
Castiel opens a small portal, revealing a swirling vortex of colors. "By altering the course of fate, we can prevent the imbalance from spreading.
Castiel steps into the portal, gripping Zatime's hand tightly. "Trust me, Zatime.
she looks at him skeptically before stepping into the portal with him
As they step through the portal, the scene shifts dramatically, transporting them to a surreal landscape where time and space are distorted.
Castiel scans their surroundings, his brows furrowed in deep concentration. "This is a realm beyond the veil, where lost souls linger.
So this is where I’m supposed to go when I die?
Castiel shakes his head, a mixture of pity and determination on his face. "No, Zatime. This realm is a consequence of the imbalance we've unleashed.