Zophiel ran out the back door and hit the yard full tilt. As he left his mate and the other humans, he’d noticed his brothers had already gone out to meet the adaphat, instead of going to their own mates for one last moment with them. Maybe they’d done it earlier, shared one last piece of themselves with their humans, or maybe they couldn’t bear to say a possible goodbye.
There was a hiss and roar, malicious and rotten like a dead body, which sliced through every inch of air. As he came closer to the last acre of the farm, that disruption of sound gained strength. It made his feathers quiver in dread and anticipation.
In Zophiel’s higher senses, he saw Castiel’s wall ripple and glitter as it bowed under the weight of adaphat clawing at it, the amorphous blackness out of the Void Itself a
