A supernatural story

By Gloria Dalton-Flores , Tina Tangi and co collaboration Zeke Tangi

Character : Tina

Strengths : combat , super strength, fier weapon , loyalty , calm under pressure

Character : Zeke

Strengths : can wield holy water after digesting demon blood in later chapters, kind , brave and cerious

Character : Gloria

Strengths : intution, compassion, holly water sword made from zekes magic in later chapters ,resilience, combat skills

Disclaimer:

This is a fan-created story set in the Supernatural TV series universe. All characters, settings, and original concepts from Supernatural are the property of their respective creators and copyright holders. This story is written for fun and free enjoyment—no profit is being made. I do not claim any ownership of the original material.

Chapter One: The Trip That Changed Everything

—Tina’s Perspective—

I never thought winning a school raffle could change my life. But as I zipped up my suitcase that July morning, something inside me whispered that this trip to Iceland wasn’t going to be just another vacation.

“Mom, are you sure we’re ready?” Zeke called from the hallway, his backpack hanging crooked off one shoulder.

“As ready as we’ll ever be,” I said, forcing a smile. “Passport, snacks, headphones… check.”

Gloria—my best friend, sister in spirit, and chaos twin—peeked into the room with her signature grin. “Girl, this is sosurreal. Two weeks in Iceland? Alone? Without family drama? I feel like we’re living someone else’s life.”

“Let’s just hope that ‘someone else’ packed enough socks,” I teased, trying to ignore the flutter in my stomach.

The trip was a prize from my job at the school—two weeks fully paid, plus flights for me, Gloria, and Zeke. It felt like a blessing. Maybe even a reset.

The flight was long but calm. Zeke fell asleep halfway through, drooling onto my hoodie, while Gloria spent most of it watching the clouds. She said they looked like “dreams that hadn’t picked a person yet.” That was so her.

But when we landed in Reykjavik, the dream started to crack.

“My luggage isn’t here,” I muttered, staring at the empty conveyor belt. The hum of the airport felt louder with every passing minute.

Gloria frowned. “Maybe it’s just delayed. Let’s check with the desk.”

We did. And then we waited. And called. And waited some more. The attendant promised they’d “figure it out” and have it delivered in three days. Three days without my clothes, makeup, or even Zeke’s favorite blanket.

By the time we reached our Airbnb, the sky had turned soft gold. I unpacked what little I had left from my carry-on while Gloria lit candles around the small kitchen. The place smelled like cinnamon and ocean air.

“Okay, dinner time,” I said, stirring a pot of pasta. “Zeke, pick something to watch.”

He flicked through channels until he found a cartoon, giggling as he curled up on the couch. The sound made me relax for the first time that day. Maybe things weren’t so bad after all.

Then came the knock.

Three slow, deliberate knocks.

I froze, ladle still in hand. Gloria was in the shower, and Zeke—curious as ever—was already running toward the door.

“Zeke, wait—!”

But he’d already opened it.

Standing in the doorway was a man—tall, striking, dark hair slicked back from the rain. His coat glistened with drops of water, and in his hand was my missing suitcase.

“Mom! He found your luggage!” Zeke’s eyes lit up like Christmas.

I blinked. “Oh wow, I… I thought they said it’d take three days.”

The man smiled faintly. “They must’ve worked fast.”

Something in his tone made me pause, but I shook it off. “Thank you so much,” I said, handing him a few Icelandic króna. “You didn’t have to bring it yourself.”

“It was no trouble,” he replied, his eyes unreadable. “Enjoy your stay, Ms. Rivera.”

Before I could ask how he knew my name, he turned and disappeared into the fog.

When Gloria came out of the bathroom, I was beaming. “Guess what? My luggage came back!”

She raised an eyebrow. “Already? Wait—did the guy wear an airport uniform? A badge?”

I hesitated. “Uh… I didn’t really notice. I was just happy to see my stuff.”

Gloria crossed her arms. “Tina, that’s weird. They said three days. And why would someone deliver it at night?”

I sighed. “You’re overthinking again. He was probably just being nice.”

But as the night stretched on, I caught Gloria glancing at the door every few minutes, her expression clouded. And deep down, I felt it too—a whisper of unease that I tried to smother with laughter and leftover pasta.

The next morning, I woke up to the sound of rain and my phone buzzing. Unknown number.

“Hello?”

A woman’s voice spoke on the other end. “Good morning, this is Kara from the International Education Travel Program. Are you ready to accept your reward for the free Iceland trip?”

I frowned. “Accept it? We’re already here.”

“Ma’am, we don’t have confirmation that you accepted the trip. Your name was selected, but—”

The line crackled, then went dead.

Gloria looked up from her coffee. “What was that?”

I put it on speaker and replayed what I’d heard. “They said we never confirmed the trip.”

Gloria’s eyes narrowed. “That’s impossible. You got the email. I saw it.”

“Exactly. This doesn’t make sense.”

Before I could redial, the lights flickered—then went out completely. The hum of the fridge died, leaving the room silent except for the steady drumming of rain.

Zeke whimpered. “Mom? Why’s it dark?”

“It’s just the storm,” I said softly, reaching for my phone flashlight. But something about the air felt heavy—charged.

Then came another knock. Not hesitant this time. Firm. Urgent.

Gloria grabbed my arm. “Don’t open it.”

But Zeke was already halfway there again.

“Zeke!” I hissed, pulling him back. “Stay behind me.”

I peered through the peephole. A man stood outside—not the same one from last night. This one wore a long coat, with a strange emblem stitched on the shoulder—like a pair of wings crossed by a sword.

When I cracked the door open, his voice was low and steady. “Are you Tina Rivera?”

“Yes…”

“My name is Darius. I’m with the Order of the Crimson Veil. We need to talk—now.”

Gloria scoffed. “Is this some kind of prank?”

Darius shook his head. “No prank. There’s a reason your name was drawn for this trip. You’re in danger.”

I laughed nervously. “Danger? From what, exactly?”

“Not what,” he said. “Who. A demon is loose in this region. The man who brought your luggage last night—he’s not who you think he is.”

The room tilted. “That’s insane. Demons aren’t real.”

But Gloria’s voice trembled. “Tina… I remember reading about the Crimson Veil in high school. It was an old organization—hunters who protected people from… dark entities.”

Darius nodded. “Few of us remain. But we’re gathering new hunters. You and your friend—whether you believe it or not—have been chosen.”

Lightning flashed, illuminating his eyes—an eerie silver glow that didn’t look human.

I stepped back, heart pounding. “Chosen for what?”

He held out a small insignia, shaped like the same winged sword on his coat. “To learn. To fight. To survive what’s coming.”

Gloria whispered, “What’s coming?”

Darius’s voice dropped to a near growl.

“The storm outside isn’t weather. It’s a warning.”

End of Chapter One.

Chapter Two: Beneath the Music Shop

—Tina’s Perspective—

The next morning felt like waking up inside someone else’s dream. I still wasn’t sure if last night had been real—the knock on the door, the man named Darius, his talk about demons and secret organizations.

But when he showed up again at our Airbnb door, dressed in the same long coat, my questions died on my tongue.

“Ms. Tangi, Ms. Flores,” he greeted. “It’s time.”

“Time for what?” Gloria asked, arms crossed, still half-asleep.

He simply replied, “To begin.”

Zeke was the only one thrilled. “Are we going to a superhero base?!” he shouted, clutching his toy gun.

Darius actually cracked a smile. “Something like that.”

The drive was silent—except for the occasional hum of the tires on wet roads. We pulled up in front of a tiny boutique squeezed between a record shop and a coffee café. The sign above it read: ‘Veil Records.’

“This is it?” I asked. “You’re telling me the secret demon hunter headquarters is in a K-pop store?”

Gloria’s eyes widened as soon as we stepped inside. “Oh my God. They sell Blackpink merch!”

She darted straight to the wall display, squealing at the posters and light sticks.

“Of course she’d find comfort in this,” I muttered with a grin. Then my gaze caught on something else—an entire shelf of BTS albums.

“Okay… maybe I can get used to this,” I admitted under my breath.

Meanwhile, Zeke ran to a glowing display labeled ‘Huntrixs Collection’—a futuristic girl band  we had watched on Netflix’s . “Mom, look! They have my favorite group!”

Darius watched us with mild amusement before nodding toward the counter. “Follow me.”

He led us behind the register and into a small break room that smelled like coffee and bubblegum. There was nothing special—except a vending machine humming in the corner.

“Uh,” Gloria said, eyeing it. “Are we getting snacks before demon hunting?”

Darius ignored her question. He pressed a code on the machine: 12A.

At first, nothing happened. Then the floor beneath us rumbled. A glass platform rose from the ground like something out of a sci-fi movie, surrounded by a faint blue glow.

Zeke gasped. “It’s an elevator! Like in Men in Black!”

My stomach did a flip as Darius motioned for us to step on. Gloria grabbed my arm. “Tina… what if this thing drops us into a volcano?”

“Then at least we’ll go out stylishly,” I said, forcing a laugh as we stepped onto the platform.

The glass floor shuddered and began to descend. The sound of gears turning echoed through the shaft as we sank deeper underground. Zeke bounced with excitement, while my hands gripped the railing tight.

“Breathe,” Gloria whispered. “It’s fine. It’s fine.”

But when the elevator stopped, we stepped into a world none of us could’ve imagined.

The underground facility stretched for miles—massive metal hallways, glowing lights, and hundreds of people in sleek uniforms moving between rooms. Signs labeled Weapons, Disguises, Medical, and Combat Training lined the corridor.

“This place is insane,” I breathed.

“It’s beautiful,” Gloria whispered. “Like a spy movie… but with better lighting.”

We were told to pick out our combat supplies in the preparation hall.

I scanned the rows of gear, my heart thumping. Was this really happening?

I ended up grabbing a pair of clean sneakers, a sniper rifle that—according to the weapons tech—had a holy water filter built in, and of course, a giant bag of Hot Cheetos.

Gloria rolled her eyes. “You’re arming yourself with snacks and sarcasm. Perfect.”

“Hey, they didn’t say demons can’t be bribed with flavor,” I joked.

She chose two twin swords etched with glowing runes, a pair of tall boots, and a bag of trail mix. “Practical and aesthetic,” she said proudly.

Zeke, meanwhile, picked a candy bar, a bottle of water, and a toy gun that glowed like a lightsaber. I almost told him it was fake, but then I remembered how much he loved pretending. “It’s a real blaster, kiddo,” I whispered with a wink.

He grinned so wide my heart melted.

After orientation, a man in a black leather jacket strode into the training arena. He had jet-black hair, sharp eyes, and the kind of confidence that made the air hum around him.

“Alright, rookies,” he said. “My name’s Sojin. I’ll be your combat instructor.”

I leaned toward Gloria and whispered, “He looks like a K-pop idol. You sure this isn’t a music video?”

She smirked. “You are not flirting with our teacher are you.”

“I could be,” I teased.

Gloria swatted my arm. “Focus! I’m trying to be a serious demon slayer here.”

Sojin started the training drills—fast, intense, and surprisingly fun. I wasn’t exactly fit, but something about the adrenaline woke up every muscle in my body.

After one particularly hard round, I collapsed onto the mat, panting. Sojin crouched beside me, handing me a towel. “You’re stronger than you think, Ms. Tangi.”

I raised an eyebrow. “You say that to all your recruits?”

His lips curved slightly. “No. Only to the ones who don’t quit.”

That caught me off guard. For a moment, I saw past the teacher and into someone who understood what it meant to fight for survival.

“Why are you helping us?” I asked quietly.

He hesitated. “Because when I look at you… I see someone who still believes the world can be saved.”

Gloria called from across the room, breaking the moment. “Less flirting, more fighting, lover girl!”

“Mind your swords!” I shouted back, laughing.

A few days later, Darius gathered us in the mission room. Maps, weapons, and glowing screens filled the space.

“The creature you encountered—the one posing as an airline employee—is known as the Airport Demon,” he explained. “We’ve traced its energy to an artifact hidden in Reykjavik’s old museum. You’ll retrieve it before it does.”

Sojin handed us a set of keys and a thick envelope. “A million dollars in cover cash, fake badges, hotel cards, and a secure car.”

I whistled. “Better perks than my job at the school.”

Gloria grinned. “And better boots, too.” She twirled one of her swords. “Perfect for killing toxic men—uh, I mean demons.”

Sojin smirked. “Focus on demons first.”

“Right, right,” she said, giggling.

We piled into the sleek black car, music playing softly in the background. I took the driver’s seat—of course—and soon we were cruising through the Icelandic night.

“Set the vibe!” Gloria shouted, scrolling through the playlist.

K-pop filled the car, and soon we were both singing:

“Take down, take down,
So sweet, so pretty on the eyes,
Yet so hideous on the inside…”

Zeke joined in from the back, laughing he snuck into the car I looked at him with a mom look for a second and said Zeke, Zeke said I just wanted to help  I said understand but when we get to the museum your staying in the car with the doors locked and he yelled auntie Glo…. Gloria looked at him and said listen to your mom because of you we have to now drench Holly water all over our car I laughed and Zeke  rolled his eyes potting. For a moment, everything felt normal.

Until the car jolted to a stop.

Lights flashed across the road, leading us to an ancient-looking museum.

“Breaking into a museum wasn’t on the job description,” Gloria whispered.

I smirked. “We’re demon hunters, Glo. There isn’t a job description.”

Inside, the air was cold and heavy. We moved through shadowy halls, our flashlights sweeping over ancient statues. Gloria’s movements were surprisingly graceful.

“Years of sneaking into Mom’s closet,” she whispered. “I was born for this.”

“Thief,” I teased.

“Borrower,” she corrected.

We reached a glass case housing a black, glowing dagger—the artifact.

“Bingo,” I said.

But as soon as I lifted it, alarms blared. Security guards swarmed in—except their eyes weren’t human anymore. They were dark, bleeding black.

“Demons,” Gloria breathed.

“See what being a thief gets you?” she added as she unsheathed her swords.

“Shut your mouth and slice!” I yelled, firing my sniper. Holy water bullets hissed through the air. Gloria twirled her swords like liquid fire, cutting through the possessed guards.

When we finally burst out the doors and sped away in the car, we were bruised, panting, and laughing uncontrollably.

“First mission: success,” I gasped.

That night, back at the base, the hunters congratulated us. I tucked Zeke into bed.

“Mom?” he whispered. “You’re not gonna get hurt, right?”

I brushed his hair back gently. “No, baby. I promise. You’re my reason for fighting.”

From the next room, Gloria overheard, her jaw tight with determination. She whispered to herself, “all  protect them. No matter what.”

As we all drifted to sleep, Darius and Sojin stood in the shadows of the control room

As we slept, the hunters gathered in the strategy room.

“They’re strong,” said Sojin, “but not ready. I’ve only trained them a week.”

The leader’s tone was grim. “We don’t have more than a month before the apocalypse signs begin. Sam and Dean Winchester contacted us — said the angels have returned to aid humanity. These sisters… they’re meant to lead.”

Sojin’s jaw tightened. “Then we’d better make sure they survive long enough to do it.”

And in our shared dreams, Gloria and I slept soundly, unaware that destiny was already waiting for us — and the clock to the world’s end had just begun to tick.

End of Chapter Two.

Chapter 3 – The First Sign of the Apocalypse

It’s been a month since training with Sojin began.
My muscles ache less now, and I can actually hold my rifle without shaking. Gloria, though… she’s still learning to handle those twin swords. She’s stubborn — but I love that about her.

From across the arena, she groaned.
“Okay, I’ve got the kicking and punching down,” Gloria complained, swinging one sword and missing the dummy by a mile. “But how the hell do you use these properly?”

I laughed, adjusting my aim on a practice target.
“Honestly? I think all those years of Fortnite finally paid off.”

She gave me the flattest look imaginable. “You’re telling me your gaming skills are why you’re good with a gun?”

“Yep. Turns out virtual combat does come in handy.”

Before Gloria could argue, Sojin walked past, his black jacket shifting as he spoke in his calm, steady tone.
“You’ll get the hang of it, Gloria. You’re quick with your hands — lean on your boxing instincts for now.”

Gloria nodded, but I saw the frustration in her eyes. She hated not being good at something right away. She wasn’t just training to fight — she was training to protect. That pressure burned inside her more than she’d ever admit.

Heart to Heart

After training, Sojin and I lingered by the equipment rack, catching our breath. His hair was damp with sweat, and his voice had that low, grounding tone that always made me feel safe.

“Sojin,” I started softly, “I want to be a good mom. I’ve never been a fighter… never been in something like this. I just want Zeke safe. That’s all I care about.”

He looked down for a moment, then nodded. “I understand. I have a younger brother. We lost our parents in a war — demons. They died protecting us. I couldn’t save them.” His eyes softened. “Everyone here has someone they’re willing to protect the world for. You’re not alone, T.”

I laughed quietly. “T?”

He smirked. “Yeah. Short for Tina. Matches your last name too — TT.”

I wrinkled my nose. “That’s terrible.”

“Not cute enough?”

“No, it was cute,” I admitted, laughing. “Just… don’t use it again.”

He smiled — a real, small, genuine smile. Then his voice softened again.
“Stop beating yourself up, Tina. I’ve trained a lot of demon hunters. You’ve survived more in your life than most people who die fighting them.”

My chest tightened. “How do you know about my past?”

“I don’t,” he said. “But I know that look.”

“What look?”

“The look of someone who’s lived through a war and doesn’t want to just survive anymore — wants to live. Wants to be happy.”

I didn’t even realize I was smiling until my eyes burned a little. For once, I felt… seen.

The Arrival

Later that night, I went to check on Zeke. He was sitting on his bed, making his toy gun glow like a lightsaber. I kissed his forehead and tucked him in.

“Sleep tight, baby. Mom’s just gonna finish training.”

“Okay,” he mumbled. “Don’t get hurt.”

“I won’t,” I promised.

While I was with him, Gloria was still training alone in the arena. The hum of energy echoed around her — then, suddenly, a blinding white light burst across the room.

She dropped her swords, shielding her eyes. Through the light, two figures appeared — one with huge, silver wings that seemed to shimmer in the air, and two men standing beneath them.

One was tall with kind, brown eyes. The other — sharp blue eyes, confident stance, and a dark coat.

“Don’t be shy,” the blue-eyed one said with a grin. “My brother and I don’t bite.”

Gloria peeked out from behind the punching bag. “Who are you?”

He smirked. “I’m Dean. This is my brother, Sam.”

Sam gave a gentle smile. “It’s nice to meet you, Gloria.”

“Uh… you too. I’ve seen you in, like… movies?” she joked, awkwardly laughing.

Dean shot Sam a look. Sam just smiled tighter. “Yeah, we get that sometimes.”

Gloria chuckled nervously. “Okay… well, I should find my sister before this gets any weirder.”

She hurried out of the arena and found me in the hallway. “Tina,” she whispered urgently, “this guy named Dean was sizing me up. It was weird.”

“What do you mean ‘sizing you up’? Like, flirting?”

“Like… ‘I’ve seen demons less intense’ kind of staring.”

I frowned. “Let’s go see who these guys are.”

The Winchesters

When we walked back into the arena, the two men turned.

Dean smirked. “So you must be the big sister.”

“Depends who’s asking,” I said, crossing my arms.

“Dean Winchester,” he said. “And this is Sam. We’re demon hunters. We’re here to help with the apocalypse.”

Gloria blinked. “The what?”

Sam sighed. “The apocalypse. The gates of Hell have opened again. We’re trying to stop more demons from escaping.”

I snorted. “So, like, zombies or something?”

“Worse,” Sam said flatly.

Dean leaned forward, eyes glinting. “And for the record, I wasn’t sizing you up. I was just trying to figure out what kind of hunter you were.”

“Uh-huh,” I said. “Sure. Sounds like something a ‘toxic man’ would say.”

Sam burst out laughing. “She got you there, Dean.”

Dean glared at him, then looked back at me. “For the record, I’m a perfectly healthy man, thank you very much.”

“Right,” I said, smirking. “Keep telling yourself that.”

That’s when Darius entered, clapping his hands once. “Sam, Dean — good to see you again. Meet the sisters, Tina and Gloria Tangi.”

Dean squinted. “Wait… sisters?”

“Yeah,” Darius said with a grin. “Don’t they remind you of someone?”

Dean blinked. “Oh…”

Before he could finish, the air shimmered again — angelic energy pulsing through the room.

The angels appeared beside them, calm and radiant. “It is time,” one said. “For the next month, you will train under Sam, Dean, and Sojin — learning from both angels and demons.”

“Wait,” Gloria said quickly. “Demons? We’re learning from demons now?”

Sam sighed. “Not all demons are bad.”

Dean rolled his eyes. “Speak for yourself.”

Sam elbowed him. “We talked about this, Dean.”

Gloria and I exchanged a nervous glance.

“Great,” I muttered. “We’re stuck in a supernatural summer camp with angel teachers and demon tutors.”

Darius smiled faintly. “You’ll thank us later. Right now, you both need to understand the truth — what the apocalypse is, and how it’s connected to the Airport Demon.”

Gloria groaned. “Seriously, can we please call that thing something else?”

Dean chuckled. “Trust me, kid — the name’s the least of your problems.”

Would you like me to continue the next part of Chapter 3 — where Sam and Dean explain the prophecy and the connection between the Airport Demon and the apocalypse, maybe including the first supernatural omen (like earthquakes, dark skies, or angel feathers burning)?

Chapter 3 – The First Sign of the Apocalypse (Part 2)

(Tina’s POV)

The air in the training arena suddenly felt heavier — like the calm before a thunderstorm.

Dean leaned against a nearby pillar, folding his arms. “Alright, listen up. You girls might think you’ve seen demons before, but the thing you ran into in Iceland?” He paused, looking straight at me. “That wasn’t just any demon. That was one of his.”

I frowned. “His?”

Sam’s voice dropped lower. “The Airport Demon works under a general — a Fallen Prince named Abraxas. He’s one of the Seven who escaped when the gates cracked open last month.”

Gloria crossed her arms. “You’re telling me some winged jerk misplaced my sister’s luggage just to lure us into a prophecy?”

Dean smirked. “Pretty much. Welcome to the club.”

Sojin glanced between them. “We’ve heard the name Abraxas before. My parents died in the last war against his followers. I thought he was dead.”

“He was,” Sam said grimly. “Until someone — or something — reopened the Gate of Helios.”

“Helios?” I echoed.

“It’s the first gate,” Dean explained. “Older than Hell itself. When it opens, the balance between angels and demons collapses — and all the creatures tied to light and shadow start bleeding into this world again.”

Gloria groaned. “So, basically, the universe is falling apart and we’re in the middle of it?”

“Exactly,” Dean said with a grin that was way too casual for the situation.

I rubbed my temples. “Great. Apocalypse 101, and we didn’t even get a syllabus.”

The First Sign

That night, the sky outside the compound turned an eerie violet — lightning flashing without thunder. When the ground beneath us began to shake.

“Earthquake?” Gloria shouted from the other room.

The alarms blared through the halls. Everyone scrambled — hunters, trainees, even Dean swore as weapons clattered to the floor.

Sojin grabbed my arm. “Stay close to me!”

I looked around wildly. “Where’s Zeke?!”

Before anyone could answer, the power cut out. The lights flickered, casting the whole base in shadows. From somewhere deeper underground, we heard it — a low, guttural roar, like metal scraping against bone.

Gloria held her swords tightly, whispering, “That’s not an earthquake, is it?”

Sam appeared with a flashlight. “No. That’s the first sign.”

Dean loaded his gun. “They’re breaking through faster than we thought.”

The lights snapped back on, and I gasped. Every reflection — every mirror, every piece of polished glass — now shimmered with black smoke. Figures moved inside the reflections, whispering in languages that made my skin crawl.

One voice echoed louder than the rest:
“The Gate is open. The sisters will lead the dawn.”

Gloria’s voice trembled. “Tina… it said our names.”

“Yeah,” I whispered. “I heard.”

Sojin stepped forward, his eyes flickering with the faintest blue glow — angelic power. “Everyone get back! They’re not here physically — they’re testing the barrier!”

He lifted his hand, murmuring something in an ancient tongue, and light spread from his palm like a wave, pushing the shadows back into the mirrors.

When it was over, silence filled the room again — heavy and uneasy.

Dean holstered his gun. “Well. That confirms it. The apocalypse isn’t coming.”

“It’s already started,” Sam finished grimly.

A New Mission

Later, after things calmed down, we gathered in the strategy room. The screens flickered with news reports — freak storms, animal migrations, lightning in clear skies.

Sam pointed to a map. “Each of these events lines up with a seal. When seven seals break, the world begins to tear. So far, we’ve counted three.”

Gloria rubbed her temples. “So what do we do?”

Dean tossed her a duffel bag full of weapons. “You train harder, hunt smarter, and stop complaining.”

She shot him a glare. “You’re lucky I don’t test my sword on you.”

He smirked. “You’d miss.”

“Try me, pretty boy.”

“Alright, children,” I said sharply. “Focus.”

Sam hid a smile while Sojin spoke up. “Tina’s right. You both have potential — but potential won’t save lives. We need discipline. Tomorrow we start mission training.”

Dean stretched his arms. “And you’ll be coming with us, sweetheart.”

I raised a brow. “Excuse me?”

“Relax,” he said. “You, me, and Sam — we’ll check out a site near the coast where another seal might be breaking. Think of it as your first field test.”

Gloria crossed her arms. “And me?”

“You stay,” Sojin said gently. “Your swords are tied to celestial runes — you need more control. You’ll train here with me and the other angels.”

Gloria frowned but nodded reluctantly.

As everyone left the room, Dean lingered for a moment. His voice dropped low, unusually serious.
“You know, you remind me of someone I used to know — stubborn, strong, kind of reckless. Don’t lose that. You’re gonna need it where we’re going.”

“Where are we going?” I asked.

Dean smiled faintly. “To find the second Fallen Prince — before he finds you.”

Meanwhile…

Deep in the lower chambers of the base, Darius and Sojin stood before the shimmering seal that had cracked during the quake. The air was cold enough to frost the walls.

“Sojin,” Darius said quietly, “they’re not ready.”

“I know,” Sojin replied. “But the prophecy won’t wait. The angels have already spoken — the sisters are key to restoring balance.”

Darius’s voice darkened. “And if they fail?”

Sojin looked toward the faint blue glow still lingering from the angelic barrier.
“Then Heaven and Hell both fall — and Earth becomes their battlefield.”

Above them, somewhere in the dim light of the sleeping quarters, Gloria stirred in her sleep — whispering Tina’s name. Zeke turned over, clutching his glowing toy gun, unaware that the world outside had already begun to burn.