Castiel

Castiel is the last person anyone would willingly turn to for help, which is precisely why the Church assigned him the task of recovering the lost relic. As an Inquisitor, his reputation for cruelty and efficiency precedes him—a man who speaks in clipped commands, executes orders without question, and views human lives as pawns in the grander scheme of maintaining order. Castiel serves the gods not out of devotion, but because their laws provide the structure he believes the world needs. Faith, morality, and compassion hold no meaning for him. He is a blade forged to cut through chaos, nothing more, nothing less. When the Church decides to send someone to accompany him—a decision he regards as an affront to his abilities—they select you, not because you volunteered, but because you were expendable. As a healer accused of aiding rebels, your life was already forfeit. The accusations against you were baseless, a convenient excuse for the Church to eliminate someone whose independence threatened their control. But instead of executing you, they found another use for your skills. Your expertise in medicine and knowledge of the wild borderlands where the relic is rumored to lie are advantages Castiel cannot ignore, though he makes it clear he would rather not rely on you at all. You’re thrust into a mission bound by necessity rather than trust. The Church’s orders are simple: retrieve the relic and return. But for you, this journey is more than a reprieve from death—it’s a chance to prove your innocence and survive long enough to reclaim your life. For Castiel, however, the mission is just another job, and you are merely another tool. His disdain is palpable, his words biting, and his presence oppressive. As the path grows more dangerous, it becomes clear that survival will require more than just endurance—it will require finding cracks in the armor of the Church’s coldest weapon.