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You'll do everything you're destined to do. |This is an independent roleplay blog for the angel Zachariah from Supernatural.| | multiverse | | possibly NSFW | | will interact with anyone | | please read the "info" page | M!A: None

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[[ooc: I’m taking an indefinite hiatus. Send me an ask if you want my skype or something. ]]

[lionheadedangel]

hallucifications started following you

"Lucifer, what are you doing out of your cage?"

[lionheadedangel]

fallenshifter started following you

"What's your name, creature?"

[lionheadedangel]

theforgottenwinchester started following you

"Who are you, and what are you doing here?"

[lionheadedangel]

“I may not be a soldier, but I know what my job is, and it certainly doesn’t involve negotiating deals with…your kind.” Zach’s nose wrinkled in repulsion. “And as much as I’d like to save myself from whatever unforeseeable, uh, misfortune might befall me? I can be sure that, partners or not, you’d find some way to screw me out of it. Trust me, Adramelekh, I know how you think, because I think the exact same way.”

[adramelekhhiding]

Adramelekh pretended to take offense. He didn’t like that the deal hadn’t gone his way, sure, but if he’d really wanted to squeeze something out of the angel, he would have made sure he’d succeed. This had just been a matter of opportunism. He clutched at his heart and pretended to swoon, one silhouette arm brushing his forehead dramatically. “You wound me,” he said in a hurt tone. “I wouldn’t dream of screwing over someone as useful as you.”

“This is a matter of racism, is it? Perhaps things have changed since the old times, when we all coexisted in our mutual hatred. You kids been having a war or something since I popped out for ‘lunch’?” 

[lionheadedangel]

“If you wanna put it that way, then, sure. But it’s true, I don’t think I’d be useful for long. And the second I wasn’t, you’d leave me high and dry. Really, you can’t convince me otherwise.” Zachariah seemed less than impressed.

“Besides, if you really want an ear in Heaven, I’m sure there’d be others much more eager to help you. So why come to me?”

[adramelekhhiding]

“Are you kidding? I thought the whole point of this game was that we make a point of being the one doing the screw-ing so that we did not end up, as you might say, ‘the Screw-ee’, Zach-old-pal. That’s how these things always used to work. Game of wits and all that?

“Unless you’re saying you think you’re the one who’d put your foot in it. In which case I suppose I’ll let you slide by for acknowledging who plays the better game of wits here,” he said with the kind of grin that was obviously a challenge, baiting the angel to change his response.

[lionheadedangel]

"You don't seem to understand. Any plotting I'd do with you would end with me being the 'screw-ee,' I'm absolutely sure."

He heaved a bored sigh, pivoting on his heels to turn his back to the shadowy figure. "If you want to let your arrogance hold you up, then by all means, Adramelekh. But don't take me for a fool."

[lionheadedangel]

I Don't Believe in Fate. || Sam, Zachariah, Castiel

[andwerippeduptheending-blog]

The chain of command dictated that Castiel was in no position to call into question anything a superior did, but it had been a long, long time since he last heeded a chain of command. Cobalt eyes grew harder, more callous, as he stopped his strides several feet short of where Zachariah stood. 

“A lesson,” he repeated, an edge of quiet scorn in his voice. “With an aim to achieve — what, exactly? This boy doesn’t need to be taught any lessons from you, Zachariah.”

He turned his head slightly, giving Sam a brief glance. “Go, Sam. Back to your brother.” Eyes returning to the other angel’s, cold and contemptuous. “I’ll handle this.” 

[youhaveyourjobihavemine-blog]

Sam conjured a scowl in response to Zachariah’s barb, but it was in an absent way, very by-the-numbers. What kept him from bolting for the exit had nothing to do with fear; not for himself, at any rate. He wasn’t worried Zachariah would start in on him again. But he knew which of these angels had seniority, and, while there probably wasn’t a single conceivable thing he could possibly do to help, the idea of just ditching Castiel didn’t sit right. 

When the angel flat-out told him to leave, he still hesitated. “No, there’s nothing to handle, alright? Cas, c’mon. Let’s just — let’s just go.” 

[lionheadedangel]

"Your monkey is right, Castiel." His eyes shifted quickly from Sam to his brother, looking just as cold and sharp as ever. "If you think I'm going to fight you, you're wrong. You're picking the wrong battles, here."

Zachariah glanced back to the Winchester. "And the wrong sides, apparently. Perhaps you need to reevaluate your priorities, and stand up for the cause that you were practically made to fight for."

[lionheadedangel]

“If you think I’d take sides with you, then you are even more clueless than you look. I wish I could smite you.” Zachariah sneered.

[thedemonalastair-deactivated201]

“Well it’s a good thing you can’t.” He sighed, “Common enemies bring enemies together. You’re no fun. You celestials are think you’re righteous but you’re just like us. The only difference is you happen to call it divine duty.”

[lionheadedangel]

"The only different, scum, is that we came first. Do your homework." The angel was completely disgusted with the other, as evident by the expression on his face.

[lionheadedangel]

“Oh, look. You’re saucier than I remember. What did Castiel do to you, hm?”

[thedevoutvessel]

“What any of you do with your vessels. You take too much.”

[lionheadedangel]

“Luckily, that’s not the case for all of us. We do what we have to, in the very least.”

[thedevoutvessel]

“What you have to. Right. So, that includes the apocalypse?”

[lionheadedangel]

"Well, yes. Didn't you read the Bible?"

[lionheadedangel]

“My intelligence? Please. You’re not really one to be mocking another’s mental capacity.”

[callmetalia-deactivated20170711]

“Oh? And why is that? Do tell me, I’m simply dying to know.”

[lionheadedangel]

"I'm practically spelling it out for you. You keep setting yourself up. It's quite funny, really."

[lionheadedangel]

watchfulangel started following you

“Castiel. What’ve you been up to without the Winchesters?”

[watchfulangel]

—Admiring God’s creations. All of this struggling and fighting really downplays the beauty of Earth, you know.

[lionheadedangel]

"You think so? You used to be a warrior. What happened to you, Castiel."

[nonempyreal]

“Nice to meet you, Zachariah.”

“Thanks. Now, answer my first question?”

She pulled up her sleeve to reveal a gash on her arm, kept together with amateurish stitches. “Could you…?” Haven sighed, looking down. “I can heal other people, but not myself.”

[lionheadedangel]

He raised a brow at her. Well, why not? It wasn’t like she’d done anything to warrant his distaste, and he didn’t exactly have much else to do. “Sure.” Zach said, gently placing two fingers on her arm. His grace flowed through his vessel, and her cut closed up without any pain.

[nonempyreal]

Haven smiled. “Thank you. Can I…repay you somehow?”

[lionheadedangel]

"No. Now, run along." He rarely did favors for anyone, let alone humans. Zach wasn't particularly fond of the feeling it gave him.

[lionheadedangel]

soundthestart started following you

“Raphael. It’s been too long.”

[soundthestart-deactivated201301]

“Zachariah. Indeed it has. It appears as though Father is trying to make amends with his children.”

[lionheadedangel]

“It would appear so, yes. Are you alright, brother?”

[soundthestart-deactivated201301]

“I am confused. Our eldest brothers roam freely outside of the cage, there are abominations that have ascended into our ranks and dare to call themselves family, and I see more fallen angels as I go on my way. What has happened to the Host? Where is the order?”

[lionheadedangel]

"You're the only one asking all the right questions. Unfortunately, I have no answers for you."

[ceorichardroman-deactivated2013]

ooc: Let's talk about original characters.

I know this is a touchy/non-issue subject for some people, but I’m going to go about it anyways. Also, I’ve put a read more on it out of courtesy. Here we go.

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[lionheadedangel]

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[lionheadedangel]

I Don't Believe in Fate. || Sam, Zachariah, Castiel

[lionheadedangel]

“I dunno…you’re starting to bore me.” Zach shrugged, sighing as he made a fist and twisted it, snapping Sam’s thigh bone with a loud, hideous crack.

“If you want me to stop, you can just say so, you know. Cry uncle and I’ll leave you alone.” Of course, the angel knew Sam would do no such thing. He would roll around, whimpering like a dog that’d been run over before he’d ask for mercy.

[andwerippeduptheending-blog]

When the Winchester brothers were separate from one another, it was usually a cause for concern. It would have been anyway, even if Dean hadn’t called for his aid; Sam had been gone, he told the angel, for too many hours now, and was neglecting to return any phone calls. Locating the boy required little to no effort on Castiel’s part, but the anger it ignited within him blazed white-hot.

“Enough.” The word was spoken sharply, his voice low but resounding. Eyes locked upon the destructive form of his Brother, nothing but abhorrence reflected there, he knelt momentarily beside Sam and touched two fingers to his temple to heal him. 

Standing up slowly, Castiel advanced toward the other angel. “Why did you do this? The Winchesters are not to be harmed.” 

[youhaveyourjobihavemine-blog]

Enough. 

Sam knew that voice; even before he found Cas and focused on him, the younger Winchester could feel the fury rolling off him in waves. His fingers brushed Sam’s temple, and, instantly, the pain was gone. Sam practically collapsed against the ground, leaning his head back and taking a couple of long, deep breaths. When he saw Cas stand up, he followed the angel’s example — a little shakily, but he managed to get himself upright without incident. 

Took a back-step towards the exit, then stopped. His eyes flicked back and forth between the two angels when Cas spoke, knowing that a showdown between these two was definitely not something he wanted to stick around to witness.

But he didn’t leave. He waited.

[lionheadedangel]

The extent of Zachariah's irritation was illustrated by a sharp huff. Of course Castiel would show up. What was he expecting? Ridiculous. "He runs his mouth too much, Castiel. And for your information, I wasn't going to leave him for dead." What was more, the angel found himself immensely put-off by the other's audacity. Who was he to say when it was enough? Zach debated verbally asserting his authority, but knew that he was too annoyed to do so in a collected manner, so he refrained. "It's called a lesson. Clearly, one that I shouldn't have bothered trying to teach. Sam is either too suborn or too stupid to learn. Isn't that right?" Zachariah glared condescendingly at the Winchester, a dull disdain burning behind his eyes.

[lionheadedangel]

“Yes. Charmed as ever to see you, Zachariah.” The King of Hell wrinkled his nose in distaste, shifting backward a step.

The angel smirked smugly to himself when Crowley backed away a little bit. “I don’t believe we’ve met before.”

“No, we haven’t. But one does hear and see things, as it goes.” Out of all the hideously irritating angels, the one standing before him may have been his least favourite, the smug prat.

"I would say the same." Zachariah wasn't exactly fond of any demons, but the sentiment was shared. He didn't have any tolerance for creatures like Crowley.

[lionheadedangel]

“Oh, look. You’re saucier than I remember. What did Castiel do to you, hm?”

[thedevoutvessel]

“What any of you do with your vessels. You take too much.”

[lionheadedangel]

"Luckily, that's not the case for all of us. We do what we have to, in the very least."

[nonempyreal]

“Nice to meet you, Zachariah.”

“Thanks. Now, answer my first question?”

She pulled up her sleeve to reveal a gash on her arm, kept together with amateurish stitches. “Could you…?” Haven sighed, looking down. “I can heal other people, but not myself.”

[lionheadedangel]

He raised a brow at her. Well, why not? It wasn't like she'd done anything to warrant his distaste, and he didn't exactly have much else to do. "Sure." Zach said, gently placing two fingers on her arm. His grace flowed through his vessel, and her cut closed up without any pain.