Disclaimer: I own nothing except my original concepts! If it seems canon it probably is canon and belongs to Kripke and all those amazing beautiful people.

Note that I chose not to archive warnings. I don't like spoiling with archive warnings. You've been warned.

WARNING:

Due to one of the aspects of this story suicide is mentioned many times and from most of our angels' perspectives it is an okay option for their situation or a coward's choice. This does not reflect my views in any way, shape, or form. Please understand this.

I touch on a few dark concepts in this story though none of it is overly graphic and there are warnings on most all the chapters.

This story is Sabriel driven. A few other ships are toyed with but not majorly important. Don't expect sappy romance.

Be warned, Supernatural, which means, the probability for sappy happy ending is very unlikely. Especially since I don't really write them anyway.

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"The most powerful weapon on earth is the human soul on fire."

~Ferdinand Foch

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Every angel has one Soul they are destined to protect. Every single angel has a single Soul that belongs to them in all the most sacred ways. The problem is there was only one single Soul that belongs to them. Once that Soul has traveled to Heaven the angel is expected to return to work. Do as their told without mourning the loss of what was theirs. For that angel this Soul shines bright in its own way. It fuels the angel. The angel feeds off that, falls in love with it. Every single time.

Except it is far from that simple. That is what most all of Heaven believes. That they fall in love with it. It's a rumor that is spread so far through Heaven that it's believed to be a fact. Yes, they usually do grow to love their Soul. In the start however, they do not. They are intoxicated by power, drugged by it. Most angels never realize this. There is no reason for them to know. Knowing just makes it more complicated. The angels that do know, they suffer more, they go further than any of the others, because they understand. They understand how real it is. These are the angels that Fall harder than the others. That Fall for all of the right, or wrong, reasons. They Fall because it's their choice.

Samuel had once been a simple angel. An angel that avoided Earth. An angel afraid to Fall. At one point, he had been Samuel, Angel of The Lord, Warrior of Heaven, Unofficial Keeper of The Graveyard. That had been then. Back then, Samuel had done everything he could do to avoid Earth. Everything he could do to avoid Falling. Now though. Now he very well may have Fallen further than any other angel in existence.

Samuel had not only killed another angel's Soul. Samuel had crossed a line that no other angel ever had. Samuel had destroyed Lilith. Samuel had destroyed Lucifer's Soul.

Maybe he had earned his punishment.

Pure raw terror tore through him as Lucifer's icy corrupt Grace reached out and grabbed his barely functional wings. Oh had he tried to flee. How he'd tried to escape. It had been a mistake. A terrible mistake.

'Lucifer, I'm sorry!' He cried out as his elder brother pulled him back to the church. He hadn't stood a chance.

'I will enact my vengeance for this. The world will suffer for what you have done, Samuel.' Lucifer's threat rang out across all of the angels. Samuel fought and writhed against Lucifer's corrupt and broken Grace as an Archangel's Blade was plunged into his wing, pinning him there and leaving him at the mercy of his angry, mourning, brother.

Samuel could only pray to an absent Father for mercy. For death.