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Chapter 3: Useless means Dead

Fire

Hot and burning and never ending and painful and painful and help me, please help me, Dad please help me, brothers, sister please I can't stop him stop him please. The burning and painful and please let it stop!

The never ending burning of pain in my head inhibited my ability to not answer. If I were to die I wonder what would happen, would I drift in a forgotten nowhere forever or would I return to a part of Heaven which is mine? Or maybe I will simply cease to exist. If I were to live Naomi would mark me as a traitor even though she is the traitorous one: either way I will be doomed.

I cannot stop a cry from ripping out of my throat as the "doctor" a man of supposed medicine twists the spike in my head and while I felt the pain almost subside I heard Crowley mutter something about "factory settings". He then leant forward over the chair and asked again about a demon tablet.

"I can't tell you," I whispered hoping he'd just kill me and leave me be.

"Not good enough," I heard him say before another wave of pain struck me and I screamed again.

"The demon tablet is The Word of God it will close Hell if the trials are complete I don't know where it is I've never been told please I don't know," I know I'm shouting in Enochian but I can't stop myself.

Crowley sighed and grabbed my angel blade how he got it I do not remember.

"Now you have until I count to three to tell me what the tablet does. One, two," he stabbed the blade into my chest and I threw my head back in a scream. It hurts of Father it hurts please stop it anyone please stop it, it hurts.

"What happened to three," I whispered I know I sound broken and so does Crowley.

"I lied, I do that. Now tell me about what the Demon tablet does," he demanded once more.

"I don't know okay! I don't know I'm not privy to that information I'm only a soldier!" I can't keep my panic from entering my voice, why won't he believe me.

Crowley slashed the blade across my chest, and then stabbed forward and I let out a half shriek half groan of pain. "Well you must be a high-up soldier if they sent you to get The Word of God, so tell me what I want to know."

I searched my mind for any answer at all I could give him just to make it stop. "It- It closes Hell! If you do he trials right they close Hell and send everything back there!" I stuttered out still in my native tongue.

Please let that be enough.

"Hmmm you must know more than that, let us try a few more wiring tweaks," he announced solemnly.

I cringed and cried out once more as yet another metal rod made its way into my skull.

"Come on you heavenly pile of filth tell m-"

"There that's the last one Lo-Gabriel should be able to enter now," Clint said as he sprayed over the last sigil. Even though he didn't want him to enter he'd heard the screams and thought it best to save this Samantha? (no Samdriel no that still wasn't right – Samandriel that was it!) anyway or he might find out just how powerful the so called archangel was.

"Thank Dad for that," a brash voice broke him from his thoughts with a slight and controlled start.

As they walked to the door, Clint could see Gabriel's shoulders tense up further as a cry stole the silence from the ar. With an enraged shout Lo – no – Gabriel blew the doors from their posts and stored into the room which held his younger brother.

Three demons and a boy ( the angel?) occupied the dim room. One a henchman or lanky of some kind, he stood with a blade facing the door. His face showed surprise but within seconds it morphed into anger and he jumped into an attack which Cap and Thor countered with their own weapons.

The second man would have resembled a doctor if he hadn't have been covered in blood. He wore a stained apron and his sleeves were rolled up, his eyes grew wide when he saw the door go down and he immediately tried to run. His effort was in vain though as Tony easily subdued him: he obviously wasn't a warrior.

In the centre of the space was, Clint hoped, Samandriel. He was strapped to a wooden chair not unlike the electric chairs used for execution. On his head was a crown, the crown appeared to have nails coming from it and going into his fair head. He looked to be covered in his own blood but it was hard to tell as he wore a hideous red and white striped top with bright red trousers. Somewhere in Clint's mind a memory of the outfit stirred but was lost before recognition kicked in.

The final figure in the room was possibly, in Clint's opinion, the creepiest of them all. He wore a black overcoat with a black suit and tie. His leather shoes were also black. Although not much in height he was still an impending figure who dominated the room with only his presence. His dark eyes were cold as if they had been frozen before given to him; they spoke of death and other unthinkable deeds which he had committed.

Of course this image changed as soon as his eyes met with their biblical anger management issue.

The demon looked briefly stunned before attempting to vanish, but Gabriel was having none of it. With what seemed like super speed he emerged in front him grabbing his lapels as he did. He lifted the taller man on the ground before whispering something no one else could catch into his ear.

Gabriel then threw the man across the room and into the back wall before thundering after him.

"How dare you think you could get away with doing that to my kin, Crowley. MY YOUNGER BROTHER," Gabriel fumed.

Crowley pulled himself slowly off the floor.

"Well well, it's platypus. Long-time no see feather brain."

Gabriel growled and took a threatening step forward, he was well aware of the Avengers in the background who had now subdued or disposed of the other demon filth.

Keeping one eye on the monster in front of him he turned slightly.

"Brother, I have business with this creature," Crowley growled. "Please take Sandy and the others to the jet, don't remove anything. I will be there shortly. Captain, guard the demon doctor while I tango with this one."

Trusting Thor and Steve to carry out his wishes he faced Crowley once more. "You and I are going to have a little chat," he stated quietly.

"I'd love to feathers but I'm really rather busy," he replied with equal venom.

Gabriel snarled, "Cancel your date. I'm your business now."

Crowley glanced up with concealed fear, his face pale and mouth drawn.

"What were you doing with my little brother," Gabriel questioned, once more grabbing Crowley's lapels.

"Nothing."

"Wrong answer," and with that he swiped his angel blade against Crowley's making a large gash and electing a shout of pain.

"Fine if that's how you're playing I'll tell you," Crowley cried out. "I'll tell you, for a deal."

"You think I'd make a deal with you scumbag, think again," Gabriel shook him. "How about you tell me what you wanted and I'll kill you without torturing you, sound fair?"

Silence rung out into the room, both sides unwilling to give into the other, in the end it was neither Crowley nor Gabriel who broke the silence but in fact the doctor.

"Crowley wanted to know about the demon tablet and what it does," he shouted before Steve could silence him.

Gabriel perked up at having an answer, surprise colouring his face.

"The demon tablet, what do you want with it?" he demanded dropping Crowley and stalking over to the doctor, stopping mere inches from his face.

"He doesn't want the demon tablet. He wants the angel tablet. If he knows what the demon tablet does he knows what the angel tablet does," the doctor replied willingly.

Crowley growled at the man. "You traitor, I'll have you killed for this."

"I was dead anyway, you would have killed me for knowing too much," the doctor countered. Crowley glanced at him before accepting that he was, unfortunately, probably right.

While this was happening Steve was staring at Gabriel who was deep in thought, it was odd, meeting an angel and finding out that actually they aren't by nature kind or pleasant creatures like they're portrayed to be. Then again most people seemed to forget that they were warriors not pacifists. That actually they were made to fight and protect mankind rather than sing and worship God.

He was brought from his musings to see Gabriel once again pick up Crowley but this time by the neck.

"You want the angel tablet to shut off heaven, close it forever, well you're out of luck knucklehead. The word of God was lost centuries ago, no one has seen or heard of it since before Joshua and Jericho. You tortured my little brother for no reason," Gabriel stated enraged by the thought.

Crowley smirked. "Now that, Platypus is where you are wrong. According to Angel-face, the angel tablet is located – well that would be telling and as for the demon tablet. I have half and Kevin Tran has the other half. The Winchesters have Kevin and I have Kevin's mum. A fair exchange wouldn't you say? Besides even if baby angel didn't know I wouldn't pass up the opportunity to get one over on you winged idiots. Now if you don't mind, I have to employ pest control in another universe. Ta tar."

And with that he shoved Gabriel away and vanished before he could grab him again. Seeing this Steve immediately tightened his grip on the doctor.

"Don't bother," Gabriel sighed. "He's of no use to us." He spoke with a weariness that reflected his inner mood.

The doctor cowered with fear at those words.

Useless meant dead in his world.

Gabriel spun round blade in hand once more, thrusting forward he plunged it into the demons chest watching as he glowed orange and died.

Steve looked shocked before releasing the now deceased doctor.

"You killed him," he said unsure if it was more of a statement or more of a question.

Gabriel just looked at him sadly, he then informed him that if he hadn't have killed the doctor someone else would have and in a less merciful way.

"Let's get out of here," he then placed his hand onto Steve's shoulder. "I hope you don't get travel sick," before Steve could respond he flew them both out of the warehouse and onto the jet, much to the surprise of the others.

"Would you stop shooting arrows into me, Katniss?! I know I can't die but it doesn't mean it isn't annoying." Clint just shrugged in reply.

Removing the arrow, which was once again buried in his head, he moved forward and assessed his baby brother's condition.

Anger boiled within.

Crowley was going to pay when he next saw him, unfortunately he couldn't kill him lest he start a war with hell, but he could frighten him close to death. Yes, that would be very satisfactory indeed.

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