[ Hah. Proven himself worthy? That would be an unusual thing to hear from an archangel. Castiel has rarely been worthy of anything but contempt from his older brothers, or his equal siblings. Even the lesser angels, for he is himself a seraph now, have never truly embraced him, and Cas is sure that after everything with the Leviathan, they must have even less respect for him now than they'd ever had.
As for the archangels? He'd attacked Michael, conspired against Lucifer, and murdered Raphael; the only elder brother who had showed him any kind of mercy, Gabriel, had none the less shaken him up like a soda can in a washing machine on an airplane hitting a hurricane. They'd killed him, twice, and something - their Father - had brought him back, twice. But He hadn't renewed Gabriel, or Raphael, or freed Michael; it was almost as if His plan, if that was what it was, had been pointed to wipe out all his first born--and if His task was to decommission Heaven itself in the wake of the failed Apocalypse, then Castiel had done a good job of hurrying that along.
Angels did not do well with free will. They did not do well with self determination. It would be a comedy of errors, if not for the loss of life, the grave and incoherent mercilessness of angelic annihilation, that made it anything but comedic.
"Dad and His plans". Castiel could empathize with that. ]
You've embraced the human world to prove yourself the opposite of what they say you are? [ It made sense, and it warmed something in him. This Lucifer wasn't the great destroyer, the marked Beast--he was nothing but a rebel, in this case rebelling against the image projected of him, the blame lauded upon him; not an act of redemption, but a soft, passive aggressive tantrum against the injustice of it all. ] Do you... [ A pause. It's a little cocky. ] Have you found, then, that you like them? Humanity?
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[ Hah. Proven himself worthy? That would be an unusual thing to hear from an archangel. Castiel has rarely been worthy of anything but contempt from his older brothers, or his equal siblings. Even the lesser angels, for he is himself a seraph now, have never truly embraced him, and Cas is sure that after everything with the Leviathan, they must have even less respect for him now than they'd ever had.
As for the archangels? He'd attacked Michael, conspired against Lucifer, and murdered Raphael; the only elder brother who had showed him any kind of mercy, Gabriel, had none the less shaken him up like a soda can in a washing machine on an airplane hitting a hurricane. They'd killed him, twice, and something - their Father - had brought him back, twice. But He hadn't renewed Gabriel, or Raphael, or freed Michael; it was almost as if His plan, if that was what it was, had been pointed to wipe out all his first born--and if His task was to decommission Heaven itself in the wake of the failed Apocalypse, then Castiel had done a good job of hurrying that along.
Angels did not do well with free will. They did not do well with self determination. It would be a comedy of errors, if not for the loss of life, the grave and incoherent mercilessness of angelic annihilation, that made it anything but comedic.
"Dad and His plans". Castiel could empathize with that. ]
You've embraced the human world to prove yourself the opposite of what they say you are? [ It made sense, and it warmed something in him. This Lucifer wasn't the great destroyer, the marked Beast--he was nothing but a rebel, in this case rebelling against the image projected of him, the blame lauded upon him; not an act of redemption, but a soft, passive aggressive tantrum against the injustice of it all. ] Do you... [ A pause. It's a little cocky. ] Have you found, then, that you like them? Humanity?