The Judge and The Council (Council)

[Shoftiel]

[[ Continued from 'Taking Care of 'Good' Friends' ]]


As she was lifted into his arms her eyes were closed even as the voice seemed to only get further and further away. The words the Judge heard were indeed that of Sam and knew his words well. “Taken most times but it is still lost if there is a fight over it, I held what was yours for some time but I do not have it. The Vatican does, it was taken from me. Gabriel and Michael fought with Lucifer one chasing him to hell the other ripping his weapon from his hand. Some where in the battle it was lost. I hear his call and his words but I cannot answer them with my form. He hears my thoughts and knows I am safe. I am his judge and he trusts my judgment on others. He is always with me and yes he is paying enough attention because I am more a part of him than many seem to realize. Even you Samyaza do not understand.”

The poison and the movement of their forms from one place to the other had the angel gasping. Fingers curled into the fabric of his clothing. “Jo-nas.” She gasped again as he rested her upon the bed she smiled weakly “If there was another way we would be looking to that, but there is no way we can free Uriel from his prison. If there was then we would have done it so long ago. Cassiel has tired many times but it is not easy for an angel to traverse past the sixth level.” Her eyes closed again. As she breathed her hair became white, her back arched from the bedding that had been conjured.

“Safe, the lord’s judge safe, I am only safe in heaven Jonas.” In her angelic skin all the injuries were visible as she sat up her wings flopping at her side unfolded very much like a bird far too tired to hold their wings to it's side.

[Judas]

Judas felt a new presence in the manor, and it wasn't werewolf and it wasn't witch. It was an angel. An angel was in the council manor. He didn't hate angels but he wasn't exactly fond of them either as a general rule. Of course this wasn't just any angel, Judas recognized this presence immediately even though he'd only met Shoftiel once nearly two thousand years ago. The last time he'd been face to face with the judge, the angel had sent his soul to the deepest circle of hell and all the suffering that went along with it.

For a moment he wanted nothing more than to rip the wings from Shoftiel's back, show the judge what it was like to fall from a seemingly stable pedestal. After all, it had been Shoftiel who had damned him, condemned him to this eternal agony! No....no....

Judas had damned himself, damned himself with his own actions, his own choices. That's why he'd joined the council, to pay back mankind for his sin. He forced himself to swallow the unjustified anger and think logically again. Shoftiel was what it was meant to be, had done nothing but fulfill it's purpose. He couldn't blame the judge for that, couldn't blame it for anything. He was just looking for someone to blame for his pain, anyone other than himself, when the reality was there was no one else. But if he could blame it on someone, then there was hope it might end...it was a natural response that he had trouble fighting.

He made his way to Jonas' personal study and leaned up against the wall in the hallway outside the door. The warlock would come out eventually and tell him what had brought the judge to their home.