chapter Sixty
Azrael
he saw Abbadon at the crossroads and tried to call to him, but he was already gone. She floated for a moment, above the battle, and then realized she could return now that his death had healed her wound. The bond between them, that had ever yoked them to each other, had been broken. Finally broken.
Abbadon was dead.
She was free.
Azrael opened her eyes.
Saw that Araquiel had tears in his, and she wiped them away.
His face was joyous and filled with sunshine, but for a moment it dimmed. "Abbadon is no more. I am sorry. I know you loved him," he said, his voice hoarse and broken.
She nodded. "I will miss him till the end of my days. But he was right to do what he did."
She realized that Abbadon had been playing a game. He knew Lucifer had discovered their deception and so he had crafted one of his own. Had pretended to be Abbadon of the Dark, when always he had been working for the Light.
They got up and surveyed the remnants of the scene. Many had fallen. Of the Venators, both Sam and Deming had lost their twin. Many wolves had lost their lives. There was grief and there was sorrow, but there was also hope. They had fought and won. Heaven was secure. Lucifer vanquished.
"Why do I feel so alone?" Azrael said. The bond was broken. She was empty. Her twin, her star, her brother, her enemy, her love, gone. She wept for Abbadon.
"Never," Araquiel said. "You will never be alone again. Not if I have anything to say about it."