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( DEAD AND GONE )

DUNGEON
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A long hallway is dark with sporadic lamps. Lashing sounds and screams in the distance. "This is a bonus, Castiel. We were tracking Muriel, cowardly holdout that she is..." Malachai says and Muriel is shown, bound and bloody and bruised about the face. "...and wonder of wonders, she led us to you." Castiel is also bloody and beaten.

"Not knowingly." Muriel says.

"I stand corrected. Not knowingly." Malachai says. "Stupidly."

"I've explained in detail. I don't know how Metatron's spell worked." Cass says. "Therefore, I can't assist in reversing it. I was an unwitting accomplice."

"Ohhh. A dupe. The great Castiel. Valued and trusted Castiel." Malachai walks over to a tray of metal devices, medical or dental, with clear torture value. "Top-of-the-Christmas-tree Castiel. No more than a dupe." He pauses. "Dupe or mastermind, you were inside the circle. You know where Metatron's weakness lies."

"No. I don't." Castiel says.

Malachai sighs. "Theo." He says as Theo advances.

"No!" Castiel yells as Theo pulls his head back, and slides a silver angel knife down his chest. "Ahhh, ahhh!" He groans in pain.

"You'd suffer, even die for your beliefs. I get it. But is Metatron..." Malachai turns to Theo. "...whose poll numbers have totally tanked..." Theo laughs. "...worth your life? More importantly, is Metatron worth her life?"

"No. No, she's innocent." Cass says. "You leave her alone."

"Hm. I have no intention of touching her." Malachai looks at Theo, who nods and Muriel pants in fear. "Virtue is its own punishment."

"Please, no!" Castiel yells.

"Nooooo!" Muriel yells as Theo stabs her in the chest with a silver angel-knife.

DUNGEON
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Muriel's body lies on the ground and Castiel is in cuffs. "Angels butchering angels. Is this what we've become?" Asks Castiel.

"Just following your example, Castiel. How many did you kill in Heaven? How many in the Fall?" Malachai is going off Castiel's look. "Oh, you didn't know? A host of angels died when they fell – Azrael, Sophia, Ezekiel." At this last name, Cass turns very thoughtful. "'Died' doesn't even describe it. Devastation. Wings shredded, unspeakable agony at your hands. So, I think you would want to provide any information you have, considering...All right. I leave you in the hands of an artist." Malachai turns to Theo. "I don't care what's left."