crossoverfic | False Gods; Angel/Supernatural; Castiel/Illyria; PG-13

Title: False Gods
Fandom: Angel/Supernatural
Author:

rosie1234
Disclaimer: Not Mine
Character/Pairing/Group: Castiel/Illyria
For: xoverland, theechochorus
Prompt: Song Lyrics (It’s Not Me, It’s You – Skillet) , Pillow Talk
Word Count: 380
Summary: “I do so hate false gods, Castiel.”
Rating: PG-13

“I do so hate false gods, Castiel.”

Her judging eyes, that are such a blue I’ve never seen in this life or the next, look out at me from the meat suit of a once innocent girl.

(one that I listened in on during her many prayers)

“I am not false, Illyria, unlike yourself. You call yourself a goddess, but still bow down to humans and vampires, why is that?”

With my head up high, trying to stand taller than her but failing, I try to use my very biting words to get this walking goddess to turn back to who she was once before.

(reaching out a hand to her to pull her into my word once again)

“They know I could kill them within a moment, angel, but I would never do that to those I trust. However, you seem willing to kill those you were loyal to without a second thought; even Gods have a little mercy residing in them.”

That mercy, the very kind that Dean had asked on his knees for me to show to him and to the rest of the world, was far from my mind but it was clear that it was filling up hers.

(that a single human could change her was something I had never seen coming)

“It is clear that you have been compromised by human emotions, Illyria, and I hope you shake them off and join me, stand by side.”

With a hand out for her to take I hoped that she would agree and come with me to rule this world together.

“The one human I shared these feelings for has passed on but for him I must protect his meager race. So in their words, Castiel, go straight to hell and do not return to me.”

Those words hurt more than I would let her see so instead I kept my emotions in check and turned to leave her.

“It’s to your own doom, but I will be back if you choose to change your mind, and you will.”

Even though I did not believe in my own words, they were still dripping with false hope that she would come to me in the end.

“I promise on his fresh grave that I will not, idol.”