Power & Fire

Castiel Morningstar's life was never meant to be normal; who she was, who surrounded her, her power, her Fate. Nothing connected to her would make sense to a simple human mind. Her mission was far too great, the Virtutem Ignis was far too great.

Virtutem meaning Power.

Ignis meaning Fire.

The power of fire.

In the 1500's, Luís Vaz de Cam?es, an old poet, a national hero to the country of Portugal, wrote a poem that started like this:

"Amor é fogo que arde sem se ver"

"Love is a fire that burns unseen"

I want you to think about this.

Or not.

I can't really force you to do shit through a screen.

I can, however, provide you a closure to this story.

So let's get this over with, shall we?

Words will never be enough to describe what happened next. It was pure world damnation. It was impossible for any living creature to survive the bomb that Castiel Morningstar was.

So, do the math, no one survived to tell the story, not even Castiel herself, the power exuding from her was far too great for her fragile mind and body to handle. She simply ceased to exist. Just kidding.

But it was a situation that almost happened.

While the ground started shaking, breaking into heart wrenching earthquakes, breaking the grass and rocks in multiple fractures, while the tornados cut through the air taking everything they could see with them, a cold yet brute whisk of wind swallowing whole houses, buildings, people. While the skies fought over sun and clouds, darkness against light. While the world was seconds away from shattering and being destroyed and burned to ashes, Castiel Morningstar stood exuding energy out of her like a motherfucking hurricane, still holding her brother's hand.

She was tired of it all, she wanted everything to end. Her pain was far too great to describe. Her best friend, her partner in crime, in life, through Hell and back, literally, was dead... cold. His body and flesh hanging and twisting in ways no corpse should ever do. It was too much to bare. So, for the first time, and probably the last, she let it all out. Her frustrations, her sadness, her fears, her responsibilities; everything that she had bottled for the last almost 18 years of existence, finally surfaced and tipped over the brim of the bottle and spilled everywhere, once again, literally. There wasn't a single thing that wasn't feeling her rampage in this world.

You see I didn't exactly lie earlier, the power was indeed too much for her to handle by herself. It would, in a matter of minutes, drain and lick every single drop of life that she had left.

Castiel Morningstar was going to die.

She was going to leave this world and any other possible world forever, there was no place in Hell or Heaven for her, she would simply become a memory, a memory of the girl who destroyed the world. Just like other divine creatures, Rodrick, take Him as an example, Castiel would not be a soul anymore. She would become possibly just a speck of dust, and to say that would be an exaggeration, a hopeful one, if she were to become a speck of dust, Jason Silva would surely slaughter everyone who tried to touch it, keep it, mourn it, he would slice the Devil Himself if needed to keep the little atom of his beloved. But that would most likely not be the case.

Nothingness.

And she knew that too, in fact she could already feel it.

The tips of her toes growing numb, feeling nothing. But she was okay with that. In fact she embraced it, her Fate was to bear the Virtutem Ignis, be It's summoner. And that's exactly what she was doing, driven by emotions her powers flowered all around creating an absolute havoc, she was summoning the greater power, above every God, every creature, every living and dead thing. Taking a shattered breath out she entered a complete different state of mind, she entered the void, the nothingness while spreading on and on her fire.

This was the end.

Jason Silva on the other hand didn't share the same opinion as his mate. Go figure.

Everything around him was a blur, but he could still makeout the shape of a booming and blinding light, Castiel...his Castiel.

Digging his fingers into the dirty and wet soil, his fingers aching, his knuckles becoming a sickling shade of yellow and white from the amount of force he was using to keep his grip on the ground, to literally, ground himself. Ever since his blood had mixed with Castiel's, ever since he died, something in him had changed, he felt fuller, complete yet anxious, as if he kept a beast inside of him waiting to be awakened, it could be his wolf. Perhaps. But no, it wasn't. And he knew that too.

That's why, while gripping the brown spot underneath him he forced his beast to come to life, his power.

One could only imagine his motives, it would be easier for him to just let everything go and die as a hero, for at least being there. Not trying. Just breathing in that place. But that wasn't what Jason wanted. He wanted forgiveness, a new start. He had committed various mistakes. Too young, too childish and selfish, too arrogant and full of himself, too irresponsible, too many bad things. He owed an apology to everyone. He was, in a sense, the complete opposite of Castiel. Everyone owed an apology to her, and he owed and apology to everyone, her included. So in a few last moments of retaliation, he closed his eyes and awoke the thing inside him.

And just like Castiel had become a Goddess, he had become a God, his eyes shining with pure light exuding from them, and while his mate had an upside down moon shape in her forehead, his stood turned up, claws extending his fingers, making the grip on the earth firmer, stronger, divine.

The earth stopped shaking as he gripped harder. Not suddenly, but gradually.

He threw his head back and exhaled deeply, his hot and powerful breath warming the cold and harsh winds, slowing the tornados to strong breezes.

Things were starting to look better, the rays of sunshine started to burn brighter, his drops of sweat and tears drowning the fires.

But just as the world started to recompose itself, he looked at Castiel and got up rushing towards her, that triggered the whole chaos to return. He stood close to her, closer than before. His body tired and giving up as he lied on his stomach, his left hand gripping the earth beneath him once again, and his right arm searching for something that he couldn't yet quite reach. The scenery around him had become a blur once again, but he could still see her. "Castiel" He had whispered almost to himself.

His word fell on dull ears as expected. The screeching from the winds, the lightning striking the ground, the buildings crashing down to deeper holes inside the cracks of the ground, it was impossible for anyone but him to listen. Even he had difficulty hearing his own thoughts.

"Castiel stop, please."

But nothing changed, if anything, the wind blew harder and the earth broke stronger.

"This isn't the end Castiel. We can turn this around, together please."

Nothingness.

But he, as ever, was too stubborn to give up.

"I want to know your favorite color."

Her finger twitched a little but he didn't notice it.

"I want to know your favorite food, your favorite flower, place, smell, I want you to tell me everything!"

Quite cliche don't you think?

"I want to know your fears, your darkest parts, your demons, but not those that your Father keeps in Hell" He let out a bitter laugh at his own joke. If he was about to lose his sanity, he might as well have a good laugh about it, even if the amusement was a shitty joke.

"I want to know you Castiel Morningstar, the real you. Not the version you presented at me and everyone else everyday until now. I want to watch you cry, I want to see how broken and vulnerable you really are from carrying the whole world on your shoulders with a smile splattered in your face."

A branch of a tree came in his direction scratching him in the right side of his face, forcing him to close his right eye in pain.

"I want to watch you come undone. No strings attached to the puppet you make out of yourself, being used by everyone but you. I want to watch you be selfish, be proud, be confident but above all I want you to be you."

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His whole body was starting to give up on him.

He laughed once again.

"I'm a liar."

She closed her hand into a fist.

"I don't want to just see any of those things happen."

He took a deep breath.

"I want to be by your side and help you as you unravel."

He looked down towards the ground once again as he noticed that nothing had changed.

"Nevermind."

Gathering all the forces he had left, he dragged himself just a little bit closer and extended his right arm once again in a rather brutesque way.

His hand dropped, slapping her own hand and he gripped it, hard. Harder than before. The ground with his left, his love with the right. Harder harder harder.

He pushed the beast forward once again. Stopping the earth, calming the wind, opening the sky.

At the same time he could feel her struggle too. They were two equal fighting forces. They just didn't know about it yet.

She was Fire, He was Power.

Now battling against each other in a way that no mortal could ever comprehend.

"I will be by your side." He said with finality in his tone, clenching her hand impossibly harder.

"You will never be alone again Castiel, you have me now, forever."

Those words seemed to trigger her. Just like her brother, the King of Werewolves was claiming to be with her forever.

"I promise you!" He exhaled in pain.

She too was in pain, she had just mastered the art of covering it up since a young age.

"Think of our friends, your friends, family, think about Maria, think about Carl, Tommy! Everyone here loves you and is here for you, you are not alone! THEY ALL LOVE YOU!" He ended up shouting.

"I love you." His voice cracked as saying those words.

"I will always love you." He rested his forehead against the ground.

"You are not alone." He whispered, feeling the life succumb out of him.

"In this life or the next " He thought to himself for what seemed the last time.

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But there was no next life for either of them.

He closed his eyes and waited for it, he retracted the beast, no longer putting a fight.

His body turned cold as his heartbeat slowed down, getting slower and slower. And just as it seemed that it would be his last pump in the blood coordination machine, he felt the beast come alive once again, pulling him back to reality, to life. The power in him sought out for its other half, the fire.

And just like that, the earth stopped shaking, the tornados turned into breeze, the fires ceased to exist, the lightening stopped and the sky was clearing.

And Castiel collapsed on top of him, for what seemed the 100th timed in their short life together.

He could feel her tears wetting him. In fact he could almost taste them.

Gripping her hair gently, bringing her face closer to his body he hugged her tightly as tears shed from his eyes as well.

"I'm so sorry." He whispered.

"I'm so so sorry Castiel." He kept whispering.

Despite the energy of destruction having ceased, the havoc created by it, still prevailed. Everything around them was in ruins or dead. Piles of bodies everywhere, or empaled, or crushed, or swallowed by the ground. She kept looking around searching for a familiar face or a sound that would indicate that there was a dime of life left in the destruction around them.

But there was no one, no sound. The pure silence was disturbing and unnatural, it was a ghost city, the only sound was their own breathing, and that seemed to be one of the few only things to keep them sane.

"What have I done?!" Castiel looked horrified around her, her wings seemingly lost their glow and she looked paler and paler as her eyes kept soaking the scenario around her.

He could feel the turmoil inside of her, burning inside of him too.

He quickly grabbed her face between both his hands, forcing her to face him, to lock his eyes with hers.

"We are going to fix this okay?" He said firmly while wiping away more tears from her cheeks.

"Together." He said while kissing the inverted moon sign on her forehead that seemed to tingle and glow when his lips touched her skin.

They remained in each other's embrace to help each other overcome the shock of their experience with the -almost- end of the world.

What they didn't seem to notice was that as they kept reassuring each other, loving each other, the ground underneath them had turned green once a gain, small flowers wishing to bloom in the next spring.

They failed to realize that when Castiel stabbed both of them, when she killed both of them, allowing their bloods to mix, she reseted all levels of strength they previously had, connecting now their power together, their bond was stronger, and as all of the things in the Universe ruled by Fate, they were perfectly balanced.

They were the holders of the Virtutem Ignis, and they were going to rebuild the world. A new world. A better world.

They are now above all of the Gods and divine creatures, they were about to become the new Fate.

A Fate that would be fair but would give people a choice to draw their own paths, make their own choices, live their own lives.

All the while keeping the balance.

For She was Fire, and He was Power.

And they would do it together.