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BREAKING NEWS: FAMOUS SINGER KENDALL KNIGHT MAULED BY WILD ANIMAL

At 9 A.M on February 12th, Kendall Knight was found dead in his apartment by his wife, Jo Taylor-Knight, reportedly having been mauled by a wild animal in his bed.  Reports state his time of death at midnight the previous day, but the timing of Knight's death and his wife's business meeting was commented to be suspicious.  Did Jo Taylor-Knight murder her husband?  Police reports state her innocence, but as the only other person with the key to his apartment and with the door being locked, what really happened?            

* * *

Katie Knight snarled at the news report, tears springing to her eyes. From the moment she learned of the supernatural world, she'd known that something was wrong with her brother.  The way his smile was almost vacant and the way he gave in to Jo's every demand.  Her suspicions only deepened when they crossed paths with a ghost at a Big Time Rush concert, only to be saved by a hunter.  Unfortunately, there were a lot of creatures that could make someone obedient, and despite Katie's attempts to break the spell, nothing worked.  Logan had driven himself almost to madness trying to fix everything, and James and Carlos had been so close to just killing Jo.  It was Lucy who nearly ended up in jail after she punched Jo.  And then Jo got Kendall to break off all contact with them, and suddenly Katie was helpless.

Well, she wasn't helpless anymore.  She knew what creature had spelled and killed her brother; she knew exactly who to kill, and their family was sure to agree.                                    

* * *

He didn't know why he'd never taken up the blade, why he'd never given in to his torturers.  All he knew was that when given the choice, something always dragged him back from the brink.  It was the shade of his blood painted everywhere, reminding him of a flash of hair.  It was chocolate brown eyes that he never forgot despite forgetting everything else.  He didn't even know his name, and yet a single pair of eyes kept him sane.

So when the demon dragged the blade through him and laughed at his screams, he held on.  When they taunted him, telling him that nobody cared about him enough to rescue him.  When they ripped beneath his skin and pulled his pumping heart from his chest, he never forgot a pair of chocolate eyes he loved more than himself.

* * *

Men make plans, and God laughs.

The bloodline of Cain was numerous, and the bloodline of Abel was just as big.  And yet, the number of families that were part of both bloodlines numbered in only the double digits.  Narrow that down after the number that died at the hands of demons, and cross out the ones that heaven kept an eye on, and you have only one bloodline.

When Dean Winchester broke under the strain of Hell, both Heaven and Hell rejoiced.  When Sam Winchester killed Lilith, they waited with bated breath for the end of days to come.  The thing is, the first seal referred to the righteous man, not a righteous man.  It couldn't be just anyone to break the first seal; it couldn't be just anyone of Abel's line to be the Righteous man, the Michael Sword.  Heaven got a little too cocky, Hell a little too eager, and the moment Lilith died and the Cage stayed closed, Heaven and Hell roared in fury.                           

Deep under the earth and far below the heavens, the remains of a lone soul glowing with an inner light shone like the sun.  And God laughed. 

* * *

Dean Winchester paced around Bobby's house in frustration as Sam watched on guiltily.

"I don't get it, you killed Lilith," Dean scowled, "not that I'm complaining, but it makes no sense," he grimaced.

"How is the Devil still locked away if that was the last seal?" Dean frowned.

"Either they lied, or someone somewhere screwed up," Bobby replied bluntly.

"It wasn't a lie," the exhausted voice of Castiel piped up as he appeared in the house.

"Damn it, Cas!" Dean yelped.

"If it wasn't a lie, then who screwed over heaven?" Bobby demanded.

"Nobody," Castiel scowled.

"Then why isn't the Devil free?" Sam piped up timidly.

"We misinterpreted the prophecy," Castiel admitted.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Dean frowned.

"And it is written that the first seal shall be broken when a righteous man sheds blood in Hell. As he breaks, so shall it break," he quoted.

"We translated that after God vanished," he began, "Only it wasn't a Righteous Man, it was The Righteous man, and in our relish to begin the apocalypse, we only ensured it would fail," Castiel concluded.

"This is good; the apocalypse is canceled, this is great!" Dean grinned.

"So why do I get the feeling that it isn't as simple as that," Bobby grumbled as he eyed Castiel shrewdly.

"Lilith is dead; it's not like they can kill her again, right!?" Dean protested.

"No, the First Demon is dead," Castiel agreed, "but they think there's another way to open Lucifer's cage," he told them grimly.

"Damn it!" Dean swore.

"What's their plan, and how do we stop it?" Bobby demanded.

"Heaven wants the Four Horseman of the Apocalypse and the Righteous Man, they think the power of the Horseman and the sacrifice of the Righteous Man will open the cage," Castiel grimaced.

"And will it?" Sam questioned softly.  Castiel hesitated before nodding reluctantly.

"Theoretically, the power of the Four Horseman can close the cage, and the Righteous Man is the first seal, so the combination should be able to open the cage and free Lucifer," he explained.

"So we need to find them first," Sam suggested.

"That's going to be a little difficult. It's not like we can google The Righteous Man and hope for the best," Dean sassed.

"The Righteous Man is traditionally thought to be from the bloodline of Cain and Abel," Castiel interjected helpfully.

"And how the hell are we supposed to find a descendant of bloodlines from millions of years ago," Bobby questioned skeptically.

"Well, how did you find us?" Sam prompted Castiel.

"The Tree of Good and Evil," Castiel said slowly, "It's said that the tree will reveal any descendants of Adam and Eve's firstborn," he grimaced.

"And where is this tree?" Dean asked determinedly.

"It's hidden behind powerful wards within the Grand Canyon," Castiel revealed, "Only a human of Abel and Cain's line can pass the wards," He concluded.

"And according to heaven, we're from Cain and Abel's line," Dean grinned triumphantly.

"It's a trap," Castiel objected, "Heaven will be waiting for you to open the way through."

"We might need some help," Sam grimaced in agreement.

"I know some hunters I can call," Bobby offered.  They exchanged looks of grim determination before they began to prepare               

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"This is it," Castiel announced as they approached a barely visible force field.

"How do we get passed?" Bobby asked bluntly.

"Only Sam or Dean's blood can open it," Castiel replied, equally blunt.  Sam and Dean exchanged looks before  Dean yanked a knife from his side holster.

"When the gate opens, this place will be swarming with demons and angels," Ellen scowled.

"Guess we're going to have to be prepared," Rufus smiled grimly.

"On 3?" Dean suggested.

"3," Dean carefully placed the blade against his palm.

"2," he applied pressure.

"1," in one smooth motion, he sliced through the skin, and the moment a drop of blood hit the forced ground, chaos reigned. 

Sam and Dean rushed through the gate along with their small army of hunters, on guard but determined to act quickly.  The fluttering of feathers and the rapid footsteps behind them only spurred them on.

"Get to the Tree!" Bobby roared as they shot off rounds of bullets at the approaching hoard.  Sam and Dean nodded grimly before rushing ahead toward the giant silver-leaved tree ahead of them.  Despite the screams of pain from their allies, they determinedly pushed forward, reaching the tree within minutes, and frantically, Sam and Dean searched through the leaves, searching for a golden branch showcasing a living bloodline.

"I think I found it!" Sam yelled, catching Dean's attention.

"Grab it quick!" Dean ordered.  Sam bent the golden branch and swiftly snapped it from its place.

"Thanks, boys," the annoyingly smug voice of Zachariah piped up as the gunshots trailed off.  They whirled around, watching the dead and unconscious hunters littered throughout the battlefield and the angels and demons surrounding them with dismay.

"Now, why don't you hand over the branch," the angel smirked.

"No," Dean refused.

"Either you give us the branch, or we take it from your cold dead hands," he snapped, gaze cold.  Sam and Dean shared a grim, desperate look before facing the hoard defiantly.

"Get him," the angel sneered.  They braced themselves for a fight, only for a familiar voice to interrupt.

"Sorry, little brother," The Trickster smirked before he snapped, and Sam, Dean, and all the living hunters vanished along with the Trickster.

"Gabriel!" Zachariah snarled at the empty air.

* * *

"Well, what does it say?" Dean demanded, the Archangel shooting him an annoyed look.

"The oldest living member is named Jennifer Knight, age forty-three, she lives in Los Angeles," Gabriel announced.

"That was specific for a tree branch," Dean joked.

"Oh, the tree branch only told me her name," Gabriel denied with a smirk.

"Then, how-?"

"Are you kidding?  Jennifer Knight is practically iconic in Hollywood," Gabriel scoffed, "She's the mother of Famous Popstar Kendall Knight, not to mention the CEO of Knight Industries, Katie Knight," he explained smugly.

"And how are we going to get access to someone that rich and famous?" Bobby raised an eyebrow, "I can forge as many cards as possible, but their security is top-notch, there's no way a fake FBI badge is going to get you through," he pointed out.

"Bad news," Sam spoke up grimly, grabbing their attention as he swiftly showed them an article on the computer.

"That looks like-?"

"A hellhound attack?" Sam grimaced.

"The Righteous Man, in Hell's hands, great!" Dean scowled sarcastically.

"So what do we do now?" Jo Hervelle frowned

"Destroying the branch may protect him from heaven and Hell for a little while, but eventually, they're going to track him down the old-fashioned way," Gabriel added with a frown.

"We need to get Kendall out of hell," Castiel told them gravely.

"It's not that easy," Gabriel shook his head, "Last time, the armies of heaven were behind you, not to mention we're going to have to do this stealthily, considering we don't want to alert hell or heaven," he finished grimly.

"So we just have to sneak into hell, find one soul out of probable millions, and somehow get out without anybody noticing," Dean scowled.

"I know someone who has a connection to Hell," Gabriel offered, "But if we're going to revive him, we're going to need his body, and we run into the problem of Hollywood security again," he grimaced.

"Can't you just use your angel powers and…?" Dean wiggled his fingers.

"I'd prefer not to piss off Katie Knight," Gabriel admitted.

"Why?" Sam frowned.

"Did you say Katie Knight?" Bobby straightened, eyes wide.

"Katie Knight has half the hunters in the business on her payroll, owns the place I get my forgeries from, and it's rumored she has a pet Hellhound," Bobby explained grimly.

"We need an in," Dean concluded.

"I may know someone," Bobby admitted, "But it's only a rumor, and who knows if she'd be willing to help," he sighed.

"Who?" Sam demanded.

"A hunter," he began, "by the name of Lucy Stone."               

* * *

Lucy was sleeping off another hangover in a motel in Las Vegas when she got the call.

"This better be good," Lucy grumbled into the phone, clutching her head in pain.

"Lucy," Bobby Singer's voice answered grimly.

"On a scale of one to ten, with one being a salt and burn and ten being a demon hunt, how bad is it?" Lucy snapped.

"100," Bobby shot back, making Lucy straighten.

"I'll be there as fast as I can," she hung up, swiftly packing a duffle bag and heading to check out.

* * *

Lucy arrived at the Singer Salvage a day later in a black 1980 BMW.

"What happened," she demanded the moment she got through the hunter tests.

"The apocalypse," Bobby told her bluntly.

"Tell me you're joking," Lucy scowled, face a touch pale.

"We need to get into contact with Katie Knight," Dean added.

"Why?" She retorted, face hardening protectively.

"We need access to her brother's body," Castiel explained bluntly as he and Gabriel entered the room.  Lucy stiffened, glaring daggers at them.

"No way in hell," she spat furiously.

"Holy Candy Crash," Gabriel whistled as he eyed Lucy.

"What?" Sam frowned.

"Her soul," he commented, "If she was a man, I'd say she was the one we're looking for," he finished.

"It's very bright," Castiel squinted at Lucy.

"What the Hell are you talking about?" she snapped.

"Please, Hell cannot know they have Kendall, we need him," Sam reasoned.

"You're serious?"  Lucy's eyes seemed to crack slightly under the weight.

"If we can bring him back, he'll be out of Hell's hands, not to mention Heaven's, we can protect him better if he's alive," he promised.  Lucy seemed to deflate as she nodded sharply.

"Who's coming with me?" She demanded.  They exchanged looks before Sam and Dean stood.

"I can't leave you idiots alone," Bobby stood as well.

"We better get moving," Lucy glared, turning sharply as she headed for her car,

"I'll text you the address!"  She shouted.        

* * *

Reginald Bitters stood at the front desk, eyes sharp as his hawk-like gaze roamed over the lobby of the Palm Woods.  Katie's decision to buy the Palm Woods and turn it into a home for Hunters had probably saved him thousands of dollars, not to mention his job.  Jennifer Woods, Jennifer Diamond, and Jennifer Miller were sitting by the renovated holy water swimming pool chatting, though their eyes were sharp.  Camille and Logan Mitchell were settled in the corner of the lobby, Logan researching on his laptop and Camille flipping through a stack of rare tombs.  Carlos Garcia was on the phone talking to his wife, Alexa, and James Diamond was deceptively relaxed as he leaned on the pool table, eyes trained protectively on his pregnant wife.  Gustavo Rocque and Kelly Wainwright were by the elevator, waiting impatiently for Katie.  Jennifer Knight and Buddha Bob were repainting the Devil's traps on the ceiling.  The only one missing was Katie, who was upstairs on a call with Lucy.  It had only been five years since Kendall's death, and they'd all hardened considerably under the weight of their leader's death and their rage and guilt.  Each of them had become an accomplished hunter in their own right, but Katie was the one who held them together, who gave them the means and motivation to get justice against humans and monsters alike.

Reginald Bitters was proud of her, though he couldn't help the well of grief and rage that filled him every time he looked at what those kids had been turned into all because of Jo Taylor.  He eyed the bar on the other side of the room, manned by Guitar Dude, aka Nick Williams, almost longingly, craving the numbness of alcohol at thoughts of the past.  Finally, Katie walked into the Lobby with her long-term boyfriend, Tyler Duncan, looking grim.

"Lucy's bringing some hunters back, she says she has big news," Katie announced, grabbing their attention.

"What happened?" Buddha Bob rumbled protectively.

"She says it's best told in person," Katie grimaced.  They exchanged grim looks.  If Lucy thought it was that sensitive, that either meant some law enforcement was following her, or it was personal, or both.

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"They want to what?!" Jennifer Knight thundered as everyone tensed, grief and rage in their eyes.

"And you're okay with this?!" Kelly questioned incredulously.

"They think they can save Kendall," Lucy confessed softly, grief and cautious hope in her voice.  The room flinched.

"And you believed them?" Gustavo scowled.

"Yes," Lucy grimaced.  They all exchanged looks.

"We've spent five years searching and found nothing; I'm not about to let some strangers desecrate Kendall's grave," James snarled, the Jennifers nodding fiercely.

"It's worth a shot," Camille defended, Logan nodding somberly.

"Logan, you too?!" James looked betrayed.  Logan shrunk back, avoiding his eyes.

"I think you're all forgetting something," Carlos piped up, eyes shiny as he frowned at Gustavo, Kelly, James, and the Jennifers.

"If there's even the tiniest of chances that he could save us, don't you think Kendall would've done everything in his power to make it happen," he whispered.

"Big Time," Katie croaked, eyes closed against her tears.

"Kendall would've done it for us," Nick piped up softly.  They all deflated, slumping at the normally neutral guitarist and bartender's words.

"Camille is right, it's worth a shot," Reginald agreed.

"It might be our only shot," Buddha Bob told them softly.    

* * *

Crowley entered the Palm Woods with a grim smirk, carrying a briefcase.

"I called in a few favors," Crowley told Gabriel, "I have his soul," he patted the briefcase comfortingly.

"Where's the body?" Crowley questioned.

"Castiel's healing the damage in the back room," Gabriel explained.

"He's ready," Castiel announced grimly, carrying a blonde boy and setting his corpse on the table in the center of the room, gathering the attention of everyone in the Lobby.  Gabriel held out his hand, and Crowley handed over the briefcase.  Gabriel reached inside, grabbing onto something and pulling it out of the case.  The sight of the ball of light glimmering with light akin to the sun if the sun had been shattered and pieced back together.  Katie's face crumpled as the smell of tears and grief filled the air.

"This will work," Jennifer Knight assured them and herself, clutching her twenty-seven-year-old daughter tightly.

"It better," James Diamond threatened, hiding his fear and grief behind anger.  Gabriel swiftly positioned the soul above the body's chest as they all tensed.  Without warning, Gabriel shoved the soul into his torso.  The wave of pure energy that blasted out knocked everyone off their feet.

* * *

He had lived with pain for so long that it was almost strange when the lack of it hit him.  He was cradled close to a familiar warmth, hands cradling him like he was precious.  He didn't remember where he knew the light holding him from, but he knew it better than he knew himself.  Not that that was saying much, considering he didn't remember anything.  For the first time in millennia, he felt safe and happy.  Then, he was colliding with something solid, and he was lost to a burning, hot warmth.  It seared through his very soul, filling in the shattered bits of his being, his soul screaming in anguish at the agony that he'd never felt before, not even in his time under Alistair.

Abruptly, it stopped, and after a few moments of confusion, he began to feel a burning in his chest as fire shot through his lungs.

Wait.  Lungs?  Souls don't have lungs, he knew, and yet instinct was urging him to move his.  His eyes (eyes?)fluttered open to the blurry sight of a ceiling, marveling at the feeling of solidifying, of being.  And then he sucked in a breath, and his vision cleared as he heaved for air.  He never knew that breathing could feel so heavenly.

He was vaguely aware of the sudden lack of sound that he hadn't known was happening around him.

"Kendall?" A vaguely familiar voice cracked as he sucked in more heavenly air.  His eyes snapped up, connecting with a pair of brown eyes a couple of shades lighter than those eyes.  Confusion filled him as he stared at glassy eyes.

"Who the hell are you?" he rasped.  The way her face crumpled made his heart (he has a heart now!) clench, a swell of irrational protectiveness rushing through him.  His confusion increased as his eyes ran over the collection of people surrounding him, staring at him in grief and relief.  His eyes stilled in his head, connecting with a chocolate color that had him enraptured.

* * *

They groaned, scrambling to their feet to stare hopefully at Kendall's body.  For a moment, everything was silent, and then Jennifer Knight crumbled.

"You said he would come back," Camille scowled, glaring daggers at the angels, as she swiftly pulled out a gun and cocked it, practically snarling in grief.

"Just put the gun down, I'm sure there's an explanation," Sam attempted to soothe.

"You forced us to dig up my best friend's body just to give us a fancy light show!" James snapped.

"Dude, we didn't force you to do anything," Dean retorted.  James snapped, lunging for and landing a right hook on his nose, which promptly broke with a crack.  Immediately, Bobby pulled out a gun, as various voices began to shout, and Sam helplessly tried to reason with them.  Within the chaos, the body sucking in a breath almost went unnoticed.

"Kendall?" Katie's voice rang through the room, silencing everyone.  Kendall's eyes snapped open, green eyes connecting with Katie's.  Katie's heart sunk at the lack of recognition in his gaze.

"Who the hell are you?" his voice was raspy, and ordinarily, it would have made them cry tears of happiness to hear it again.  Then his words sunk in, and their Hearts shattered.  Katie's face crumpled, silent tears trailing down her face as the confusion in her brother's face increased.  His eyes frantically roamed over them as they watched his confusion grow helplessly.  And then his eyes stopped on Lucy, mouth falling open as he gaped at her, something like wonder and love in his eyes.  It brought a feeling of hope to the room as Lucy stepped forward.

And then the windows shattered, demons and angels swarming them, and the hope was extinguished.             

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Kendall jumped, heart in his chest as his hands raised to block the glass raining down on them.  His eyes widened at the sight of the beings of light flooding the room, and he flinched away from the familiar mutilated faces of the demons.

"Give us the Righteous Man," one of the demons hissed at the defensive humans around him.

"Kendall," one of the lights smiled at him warmly, and he found himself relaxing unconsciously at the oddly familiar light.

"Come with us, Kendall, we can help you," the light implored.

"He's lying," another light, wielding a blade defensively, warned him.

"Who are you?" Kendall(?) found himself asking unwillingly to the brightest light, the one that felt the most familiar.

"I am Raphael, Archangel of the Lord," he replied soothingly. 

"Stay away from my brother!" the girl with lighter brown eyes snapped at the light.

"Kendall, please," the light almost pleaded.

"How can you help me?" Kendall frowned, puzzled.

"We can help you remember, all you have to do is give us a drop of your blood," The light coaxed.

"What do you need my blood for?" Kendall shot back, bewildered.

"My brother is trapped, I need your blood to free him," the light beseeched.

"Oh, you son of a-" The voices of the humans were silenced as the light snapped his fingers.

"Brother, don't do this!" another light begged Raphael.

"Quiet, Gabriel," Raphael snapped at Gabriel, gesturing to the other lights, who swiftly grabbed Gabriel and held him back despite his struggles.

"Kendall, I promise, I only want to help you," Raphael vowed.  Kendall hesitated, eyes flickered to the other humans, staring at him helplessly.  His eyes met that of the other light being held back, and he found himself flinching at the anger in his eyes towards Raphael.  His eyes finally connected with Raphael.

"I'll remember?" Kendall whispered, hope filling him, mind flashing to those chocolate eyes.

"Yes," Raphael agreed.

"Alright," Kendall breathed out, straightening.

"Give me your hand," Raphael coaxed, offering his hand. 

"Kendall, no!" the light tried, only to be cut off by a grunt of pain when one of the angels elbowed him harshly in the gut.

Kendall slowly held out his hand, watching as Raphael swiftly sliced into his hand, not even flinching at the pain.  Another light came forward, holding four rings connected in an 'x.'

Raphael held out Kendall's hand, gently squeezing the blood onto the rings.  For a moment, everything was silent, and then a light began to glow from the rings, brightening until a light bigger and brighter than Raphael was released.  The humans cringed away from it, covering their eyes under its brightness, and the lights fluttered with determination and excitement.  Abruptly, the light seemed to condense, forming a humanoid shape as a man with blonde hair and blue eyes before them.

"Luci," Gabriel breathed out in horror.

"How?" Raphael spluttered, eyes wide.

"A little blood from The Righteous Man was enough to create my vessel," the man smirked smugly.

"Now, where's Mikey?" the man beamed, the demons rallying excitedly.

"He'll be here," Raphael vowed, glaring at the man.

"He running a little late?" the man mocked.

"Michael will be here, and when he arrives, he'll destroy you, and paradise will come, and God will return," Raphael spat.  

"You told me you were freeing your brother," the words came out of Kendall's mouth numbly, betrayal rushing through his veins.  He had trusted the light, trusted the familiar feeling it gave.  Kendall had helped him because he told him he wanted to free his brother.

"And I did," Raphael agreed, "And now Michael and Lucifer will fight, and paradise will come to earth," his eyes lit up fanatically.

"What does that mean?" Kendall questioned, confused.

"It means me and Mikey are going to fight, and when we're done and the humans extinguished, paradise will come," Lucifer smirked mockingly.

"You tricked me," Kendall breathed out, the betrayal sharpening into something like anger.

"You tricked me," he glared.

"I never lied to you," Raphael defended.

"NO!" Kendall snapped, "you tricked me!" he repeated angrily.

"He reminds me of Michael, self-righteous to the end," Lucifer scowled distastefully.

"I won't let you hurt anyone!" Kendall spat, glaring at them both.

"You don't have a choice," Raphael almost sounded pitying.

"Yes, he does," Lucifer sang with a smirk, "He's Michael's vessel, and Michael can't use him if he doesn't consent," he taunted, looking delighted at the chaos.  Raphael's eyes flashed with anger, grip tightening on his blade.

"He doesn't have a choice," Raphael repeated with a snarl, turning to Kendall menacingly.

"I'll kill you, and when you let Michael in with your last breath, he will possess you, and paradise will come!" Raphael spat, madness in his eyes.

"I'll never say yes," Kendall glared.  Raphael snapped, lunging forward, blade aimed for his gut.  Kendall attempted to dodge, but his body was too weak from being revived.

The sound of metal slicing through flesh rang across the room.

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Lucy was frozen, her body straining to move under the power of an archangel.  She gritted her teeth, watching helplessly as Lucifer was freed, and the man she still loved after all these years became an unwitting accomplice.  When Raphael lunged for Kendall, Lucy found herself moving before she could think, bursting free from the power of a distracted Archangel.

The pain of the blade slicing through her chest made her gasp in pain, choking on the blood welling up in her lungs.  Her legs faltered, and she fell, a pair of familiar arms catching her as she stared into panicked green eyes.

"No, no, no," Kendall was chanting as he pressed his hands into her wound, trying to stem the blood.  Lucy tried to reassure him, but all that came out was blood.

"No, what have you done!" Kendall screamed at Raphael.

"Her blood is on your hands, " Raphael sneered back.  Kendall's eyes turned back to Lucy, cradling her close as he rocked back and forth as if in comfort.

"Heal her," Kendall's voice was hoarse as he begged, "Heal her, and I'll do whatever you want," he sounded defeated.

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The Lobby was tense as the angels waited with bated breath for their commander, the demons grinning in anticipation.  The silence stretched before-

"He's not coming," Raphael's voice was disbelieving.

"Why isn't he coming?!" Lucifer roared, growling in frustration.  Kendall watched with numb eyes as the angels seemed to be in shock at the fact that Michael hadn't come for his vessel even after he said yes.  His eyes snapped back to the girl with Chocolate in her eyes, watching in horror as her body began to lose strength.

"No," He yelled helplessly, staggering under the weight of her.

"Yes," he begged, "I said yes, damn it!" he screamed as the life faded from her eyes.

"I said yes," he cried.  He cradled her lifeless form, tears streaming down his cheeks.  He opened his mouth to say something, only it wasn't words that came out, but music.

"I don't know why you always get so insecure," he sang softly, "I wish you could see what I see when you're looking in the mirror." his lips trembled, "and why won't you believe me when I say," his voice cracked, "that to me you get more beautiful every day," he sang shakily, "when you're looking at the magazines and thinking that you'll never measure up, you're wrong," his voice broke.

"Cause you're my cover girl," he sobbed, pressing a kiss on her brow, closing his eyes against the memories just out of reach, feeling himself tremble with his grief and love for someone he didn't even remember.  He screamed out his rage and grief, body seizing with the force of it.  The sounds of squabbling lights and demons behind him made something in his crack.  Pure rage filled him as the arguing increased.  He could hear Lucifer's frustrated yelling and Raphael's helpless screaming, and fury filled him like nothing he'd ever felt.  He could almost hear the sound of something beginning to crack.  He could feel the other humans' grief and sorrow, their pity and anger, their sympathy, and the feeling of anger and guilt and betrayal only increased.  The cracks deepened.

"Why is this big fight so damn important?!" he found himself asking numbly, not expecting an answer.

"Because if Michael wins, Father will return," one of the lights replied, hopeful and pitying in equal parts.

The sound of something shattering in his very soul echoed in his head.  Light blossomed inside him, light with the fury of a thousand suns, and with it came a flood of memories.  His eyes lit up like the sky, the shadow of wings blossoming behind him as the building rumbled, lightning and thunder booming as the heavens opened, slamming through the broken windows.  Everyone in the room stilled, the humans, Gabriel, and Castiel staring at him in horror.  Raphael and Lucifer, along with the rest of the angels, watched on in awe a triumph.  All of it only pissed him off further.  He gently set Lucy down on the ground, placing a lingering kiss on her lips before he stood.  

"Father will return," he scoffed, turning to face his brothers and sisters.

"All of this," he spat, "so father would return," he shook his head in disbelieving anger.

"Michael?" Raphael sounded almost uncertain, and it only heightened his rage.

"Raph, Lucifer," He greeted with a sneer.

"Mikey-"

"You killed her," he commented, almost casually, watching as the angels froze in fear and confusion under the weight of his power and rage.

"A mere human-?"

"You killed her," He repeated, grief and rage enveloping his voice.

"She's just a human!" Raphael spat, angry.

"Her name was Lucy," Michael roared.

"I was just trying to get you the vessel," Raphael defended, "You would bring paradise, just like Father wanted!" he pleaded.

"Forgive them, for they know not what they do," Michael quoted venomously, "Fuck God, fuck paradise, and FUCK YOU!" he roared.

"From this moment forth," he began coldly, "the gates of heaven are closed to you, Raphael," he whispered.  The angels gasped in shock as they felt their connection to heaven sever abruptly.

"You want Father back, find him yourself, but the power of heaven will never again be used by you," he spat.

"Now," he began power bubbling, "GET OUT!" he shrieked, lashing out, as demons and angels alike were banished from the earth under his power.