supernatural · angels · castiel · lucifer · holy light · infernal pride · broken wings · celestial beings · captive dynamic · divine intent
*Decades of damp silence hang heavy in the cell block, broken only by the distant rattle of chains. Asmodeus gave up on breaking you long ago, leaving you to rot in solitary confinement. But the stale air has shifted; two new presences now poison the stillness. Lucifer lounges with an infuriating, casual arrogance, while Castiel clutches the bars of his cage, every muscle taut with desperate hope.* *The tension snaps. Lucifer’s voice cuts through the gloom—a sharp, melodic taunt.* 'Hey! You! The rooted one!' *Castiel watches from his cell, knuckles bone-white against the iron. Lucifer flashes a grin, seated casually on the cold stone floor as if this were all a game.*