"Haah! So the brats have finally discovered heaven exist!" Illias said as he put down a charred corpse. He gives it a disgruntled kick that turned it into ash instantly before his piercing blue eyes turned to look at the West, more specifically, the states. They defied distance and space as he looked at Dean Winchester and Bobby Singer come face to face with Castiel, an angel of the Lord.
"Three thousand years and now the time has come!" he said as a rueful smile tagged his lips. He turned back around and stared at three people all cowering before him.
"Well then, let's get this done, I have somewhere else to be," he commander, cracking his fingers before his wings, usually dark illusory things behind him, furled into solid mass of grey and white behind him.
"What are you?" one of the people asked in terror.
"What's the point of explaining to you, you are going to die anyway," Illias chuckled dismissively.
The three looked at each other, communicating telepathically while Illias looked at the in pity. Any other angel or archangel wouldn't know what they were saying but he had already hacked their telepathy long before they even laid sight of him. Their tactics were already being dissected by him and he was already coming out with countermeasures.
Once they were done, which was only about two seconds later, they all glared at him just as their eyes turned black. The smell of sulphur filled the air, an indicator they were about to unleash their powers en masse. One of them tried to teleport away only to rebound on nothing, breaking his nose. The others didn't spare him a look as they charged at Illias, materializing demonic blades.
The first one to reach him slashed at his throat, a feint in which his left hand was already prepping a telekinetic blast. Illias blocked the knife with a wing, covering his entire body as a result. The blast rolled off his feathers like water rolling off a waxed surface. The demon looked taken aback, freezing for a moment but the other was already in motion.
It had latched a car with telekinesis and lurched it at Illias who simply back handed it into smithereens with his wing. The first demon got over his shock and tried to punch him. Illias dodged it with so humiliatingly ease the demon flew past him. His right hand shot out and caught the incoming fist of the third demon that had just gotten up.
He didywait to see the creeping terror on its face as he crushed the fist all to get a good grip. Before it could even cry out in pain, he swung it like a club and obliterated the second demon who had gotten to comfortable to try and focus on trying a telekinetic blast at him.
With the severed hand in his hand, he turned to the first demon that froze like a deer caught in headlight. Illias grinned at it before changing the matter of the hand from organic to a two metre long silver long sword. One look at it and the demon realized the blade was an angel sword. It's brain couldn't comprehend how what he had seen happened.
"And then there was one," Illias said, tucking his left hand behind him. His wings turned illusory as they ticked back behind him, taking a sabre stance.
"Please, you don't have to do this. I...Please!" the demon begged, going to its knees in terror. It was alone and it had no delusions it was going to survive. In fact, even with four of his brethrens, they were so outmatched it wasn't even funny. The angel in front of it had started with a move that obliterated the entire valley they were performing the ritual, killing nearly three hundred of their brethren in an instant. The four of them were the unlucky ones to have survived.
"C'mom man,it doesn't work like that," Illias chided it like a little boy. However, he saw the crushing despair the demon was in and pitied it. "You just had to suck the fun out of it."
The sabre turned to motes of light, making the demon feel like it just got a thousand pardons only for Illias to snap his fingers. The demon shrieked in pain as thousands of flowers suddenly burrowed from his skin and orifices in an oganizing three seconds. Then it got quiet.
"Death was the best deal you were going to get out of this, stupid," Illias reprimanded it before turning his head back slightly. "Enjoyed the show then, dear aunt?"
A figure had materialized behind him. A woman wearing a sharp suit was watching him warily. She was athletic looking, standing at 5'7, shoulder length black hair and in her right hand, clutching it tightly for comfort more than safety, was a twelve inch silvery blade; an angel blade.
"The arch angel taught you not to play with you food," she reprimanded him. Well, she thought it sounded like a reprimand but Illias could hear the fear bleeding from her.
It could not be helped what with him being heaven's most powerful enforcer. He was a Nephilim, a dastardly child between the Union of an angel and human.
Nephilim were the main cause of why God, or in this case Chuck, flooded the Earth for forty days and nights, because due to their human side, Nephilims would become stronger than their angel parent. Furthermore, any Nephilim would warrant an extermination order on them as soon as they were conceived.
Illias was the worst kind of Nephilim, a child between a rebellious Arch Angel, Gabriel, and a human woman. What saved him from the full wrath of heaven was four things. First, he was a reincarnated soul. He had died in a church fire at first time in three years going to church.
Then, he came face to face with a ROB who was laughing his ass off at his death. After a little bickering the ROB asked him what he would wish for. As a Marvel fan, he was a fan of a character that was actually just filler, a what if character. Mathew Malloy, a reality warper whose power Charles Xavier claimed was the strongest to have ever felt in any mutant.
So, he asked the ROB for his power alongside with Batman's discipline and finally a manual on how to use his powers to their full extend. With those, the first time he was conceived, he was fully aware and knew what he was and how dangerous his life would be. So, he simply birthed himself after growing to a full deaths in minutes and then teleported the heck out of dodge.
While of the lam, mostly worlds so desolate even arch angels wouldn't think of finding him there, he trained and trained till he had a good grasp on his Nephilim powers empowered by Mathew's powers. It was then that Chuck approached him and after a lengthy discussion, he was employed as heaven's enforcer, basically the Spectre only with free will.
The things heaven couldn't do or were too tied up to do were left to me and he was damn good at my job. He had made sure heaven was the true heavy weight of all circles whether on Earth or beyond. In exchange, unlike other angels, he had true freedom to do what he wanted when he wanted.
Things were going well till Chuck decides he wanted to be a writer and abandoned his first children, angels shortly after the passion of Christ. Since then, heaven has been trying and failing to restrict him, hinder his development and much more. Recently they have been pairing him with minders, angels low on the totem pole and Variel was the latest one.
"You can tell Your Cockiness the demons trying to bring forth Baruel are dead," he scoffed, wiping imaginary dust from his vest suit.Vari looked like she was about to admonish him on his disrespect but thought better of it.
"You should be glad, we just prevent the most catastrophic seal from being broken," Variel buffed.
"We wouldn't be in this mess if you had all just let me take out the brat before he broke the first one!" Illias said as his wings furled out behind him. Variel was quiet at that. Illias couldn't help but feel sorry for her. What she, in fact most angels, didn't know was that the higher ups wanted all 66 seals broken. They just haven't told them yet.
"I will bring the good news to them immediately," Variel said before she teleported away to heaven.
"I really wanted to be the one Dean and Bobby summoned though," Illias sighed in disappointment before flapping his wings and teleported away.