Chapter One:The Birth of a Legend

Unknown

Darkness…is this Death? Is this…the afterlife? Where-where am I? Who-who am I? I'm cold. So cold, I thought that Heaven was supposed to be…warm, and full of…light. WHERE!? WHERE!? Am I in Hell? Please! Anyone! Someone? Please! I'm scared…I'm alone…

Known

I've been here a long time, long enough to watch the world be reborn, to watch God reform it…and the leviathans, the fall of Man, Gabriel's flight to Earth away from war, Lucifer's corruption…and imprisonment. Lucifer wasn't so bad. I knew him, believe me, if my father replaced me I would throw a tantrum as well. He was still young. He still is, he has time. I have no name here in this new universe. God called and calls me "Brother". Lucifer called me "Soul". The other angels called me "One" or "All". To humans I am different…I am…"Life" and "Magick". I prefer "Magick" but I rarely speak so I am "Life" Yet I know my true original name, one that must never be spoken…I was Hadrian. Hadrian James Potter. And one day I hope to become him again. But even with God's Power I cannot go back to a dead universe.

Eden

Eden was my favorite place to…exist in a way. I fade you see. In and out of time and space, naturally anyway. I can focus on different times or places but I prefer not to, too much energy, and this way God cannot try and force me to socialize, who knew the Father was such a mother hen? Anyway Eden is Paradise, the one True Paradise. I used to talk with Lucifer here, and Michael would sometime teach me each plant and animal that existed within this place. But Lucifer is banished to Hell, imprisoned within the Cage. Michael has turned sour, angry, but he mourns for his brother. So today, I am alone. "Hello?" A small voice comes from behind me. "Hello" I answer back. "Are you…One?" "Yes" "Really? The One who is All? Who taught Lucifer to fly and Gabriel to sing?" "…Yes." The angel who addressed me is vibrant with happiness, his very wings quivering with joy, and his blue eyes that reflect God's Grace glowing with admiration. "Will-will you teach me to sing? My brothers and sisters say that I cannot sing well." With that admission his pure white wings droop. I consider it, and start to say no but a flow of warmth stays my tongue. I see a flash of this angel battling Hell to save…a soul? Yes, a soul. This angel will need help for that fight, so, I will help. "Yes I will teach you. What is your name fledgling?" "Castiel. My name is Castiel."