It is raining on Earth when Zachariah is summoned before the Throne. In Heaven, the sun is bright, glinting off the golden stones. Dazzling in his eyes.
He goes proudly to stand before his Maker, head held high.
Pride is a sin, and Zachariah is expelled from Heaven.
On Earth, rain is falling.
o0o
In Hell, there is no sunlight. Zachariah had never truly noticed how warm Heaven was. Earth, too.
Hell is not warm. Despite the flames, Hell is frozen tundra.
Or maybe, that's just his torment.
o0o
Zachariah has no way to measure time in Hell. He tries to keep his mind blank, or to remember soaring from one side of existence to another. Anything to take himself away from the cold.
He cannot help but think about what he'd planned, the reason God cast him out, like Lucifer and his legions eons before.
Zachariah is still resolved to finish what he started. Surely, eventually one of the demons will come to him, will offer to deal. Zachariah had been one of God's favored for a long time.
Of course, so had Lucifer been.
o0o
When Zachariah is dragged to the Tormentor's workroom, he is not frightened. He stood before the Throne without trembling; what demon can compare to the might of the Maker?
It is Alistair, of course, grinning with blood on his teeth and coating his hands. Alistair, who followed Lucifer without hesitation, who threw himself from the sky the moment Lucifer began to Fall.
Beside him is Dean Winchester. Or, what used to be Dean Winchester.
Zachariah smiles. Maybe the plan will succeed, just as he wanted, because this man is still here.
"You know," Alistair drawls, one hand carving up some poor unfortunate soul. "Zach. I've heard things about you. About your little schemes."
Zachariah cocks his head to the side. "I can offer you escape from this Pit," he replies.
Alistair laughs, bringing his hand to his mouth and licking at the juice coating it. "Not gonna deal with you, Zach."
Zachariah is pulled to the rack and strapped down. Alistair stands at his head and pats his cheek. "And don't worry, little brother," Alistair whispers into his ear, smirking up at the catalyst of Zachariah's plan, at the Righteous Man needed to start Armageddon. "My sweet pet here—he's not the man you're looking for. Not anymore."
In all his eons, during the War and after, when he stood before God's majesty and accepted his punishment for daring to dream, Zachariah has never felt fear.
Alistair purrs, "Meet my star pupil," and Zachariah's soul trembles.
o0o
When Castiel swoops into Hell to rescue Dean Winchester, he doesn't even spare Zachariah a glance.
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in the bowels of Hell - Rish, gen
Date: 2009-08-06 12:38 am (UTC)He goes proudly to stand before his Maker, head held high.
Pride is a sin, and Zachariah is expelled from Heaven.
On Earth, rain is falling.
o0o
In Hell, there is no sunlight. Zachariah had never truly noticed how warm Heaven was. Earth, too.
Hell is not warm. Despite the flames, Hell is frozen tundra.
Or maybe, that's just his torment.
o0o
Zachariah has no way to measure time in Hell. He tries to keep his mind blank, or to remember soaring from one side of existence to another. Anything to take himself away from the cold.
He cannot help but think about what he'd planned, the reason God cast him out, like Lucifer and his legions eons before.
Zachariah is still resolved to finish what he started. Surely, eventually one of the demons will come to him, will offer to deal. Zachariah had been one of God's favored for a long time.
Of course, so had Lucifer been.
o0o
When Zachariah is dragged to the Tormentor's workroom, he is not frightened. He stood before the Throne without trembling; what demon can compare to the might of the Maker?
It is Alistair, of course, grinning with blood on his teeth and coating his hands. Alistair, who followed Lucifer without hesitation, who threw himself from the sky the moment Lucifer began to Fall.
Beside him is Dean Winchester. Or, what used to be Dean Winchester.
Zachariah smiles. Maybe the plan will succeed, just as he wanted, because this man is still here.
"You know," Alistair drawls, one hand carving up some poor unfortunate soul. "Zach. I've heard things about you. About your little schemes."
Zachariah cocks his head to the side. "I can offer you escape from this Pit," he replies.
Alistair laughs, bringing his hand to his mouth and licking at the juice coating it. "Not gonna deal with you, Zach."
Zachariah is pulled to the rack and strapped down. Alistair stands at his head and pats his cheek. "And don't worry, little brother," Alistair whispers into his ear, smirking up at the catalyst of Zachariah's plan, at the Righteous Man needed to start Armageddon. "My sweet pet here—he's not the man you're looking for. Not anymore."
In all his eons, during the War and after, when he stood before God's majesty and accepted his punishment for daring to dream, Zachariah has never felt fear.
Alistair purrs, "Meet my star pupil," and Zachariah's soul trembles.
o0o
When Castiel swoops into Hell to rescue Dean Winchester, he doesn't even spare Zachariah a glance.