Hunteri Heroici I

Irwin sat along the rocky banks of the lake with Gordon and Andy as they awaited Ella's return with the motorized boat. While the hunter and the psychic drank beers, Irwin sipped a water bottle filled with a strange liquid.

Behind them were the comatose vessels of the angels that had once ambushed Irwin and Ella. Quite frankly, Irwin was still angry regarding that matter and would therefore like for them to return as to give them a piece of his mind.

Sure, that would be dangerous, but danger came hand-in-hand with treasure. These comatose vessels alone were worth a thousand credits which, if compared to the three hundred credits sigil he used to acquire them, was a downright steal.

He knew that sooner or later the Host of Heaven would retaliate and bought a spell that the Whore of Babylon's used to cause agonizing pain to angels. As well as an Angel Exorcism Spell, which, although was a Celestial type spell, didn't need Angelic Grace.

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▪︎Rumsfield's Sorrow▪︎

Price: 198 Credits

Type: Celestial; Natural Order

Description: Created by a Nephilim, Kator Rumsfield, to inspire agony on the angel that birthed him and abused his mother. The spell converts the world's energy by chanting a Latin spell that latches behind the angel's vessel and its true form.

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▪︎Enochian Exorcism▪︎

Price: 255 Credits

Type: Celestial; Natural Order

Description: Forcibly and safely eject an angel from their vessel, may cause the angel to go berserk. 

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"Are you massacring innocent people now?" Gordon asked, pointing at the pile of vessels.

"Literally the opposite of my goals. I'm actively stopping people from doing that." Irwin said, rolling his eyes.

"Just checking."

The Seed was still absorbing the nutrients of the soil and it was going considerably well given that the residual Celestial energy emitted by the arrival of the angels and the card's explosion had also been consumed by the Seed.

Irwin reckoned that a plant would break out of the ground in the next two or three weeks. From the records he had read, once the Seed takes fruit, the surrounding acre would become a paradise for any fauna and flora.

He wasn't sure if that was true, seeing as when Jack–Lucifer's son and future Almighty–came in contact with the true Garden of Eden; it was a separate dimension that God made to protect the first humans. In truth, Irwin was only guessing as to what would be the effects of the Seed.

A clap of thunder resounded across the bank as a figure appeared beside him. Gordon's eyes widened as he reached for the knife on his ankles before Irwin raised a hand to stop him.

"Good afternoon, Zachariah." Irwin greeted the management-level angel. "To what do I owe the pleasure?"

Zachariah shook his head in amusement. "You know, not long ago, you were groveling beneath my feet. Waiting for me to hand down manna upon yourself."

"I knelt in respect. That's a little different from groveling, don't you think?" Irwin corrected.

Zachariah scoffed, turning towards the comatose vessels. "I will have them back. It's hard enough to find willing vessels, let alone someone compatible enough to house a Seraph."

Irwin shrugged his shoulders, "What's your offer?"

"Offer?" Asked Zachariah incredulously.

"I sell them for a quick buck." He said. "What's your opening bid?"

"I see. How about I don't kill you?" Zachariah flitted out of existence before appearing in front of Irwin and tried to grab the man by the neck.

Seeing the angel do this before, Irwin was more than ready as he squeezed the water bottle in his hands and sprayed Zachariah with its contents. The act bewildered the angel, long enough for Irwin to kick him away from his body.

A hex bag appeared in his hands, one that transformed into a streak of blue flames that coiled around his left arm.

"You mongrel–"

"Smell it before you do something you'll regret, Zachariah." Irwin warned, flashing a grin at the irate angel.

"What the–" Zachariah's eyes widened before he grimly muttered, "Holy oil."

"Yep. One wrong move and I'll have myself one crispy angel." Irwin said mirthfully.

Zachariah wiped the oil from his face as he contemplated, "Well… you got me. What do you want?"

"Non-aggression pact. Don't fuck with Lisbon Valley and everything I own. If I see an angel even breathing near a member of the town, I'll make sure to completely destroy Dean Winchester's soul." Irwin stated his terms calmly.

Zachariah chuckled, amused by Irwin's term. "You've always used the Winchesters as a bargaining chip. I wonder what would happen should they not be of use to us anymore?"

"By then, I would assume that you'd be begging me mercy." Irwin shrugged his shoulders.

"Then you have yourself a deal." Zachariah said, snapping his fingers.

The comatose vessels disappeared before their sight, replaced by nothing but sand, rock, and freshwater.

"Why are you still here?" Irwin asked, confused.

"The matter of the Hand of God." Zachariah said, snapping his fingers once more.

The sounds of the forest and waves and the muttering of the other two humans ceased. What was left was the prickling in Irwin's skin, as he felt the magik used by the angel.

"Let me guess… you can't enter that timeline?" Irwin pursed his lip, trying not to show his amusement.

Zachariah narrowed his eyes. "You knew?"

"I gotta say, I didn't think you'd be that desperate to gather a Hand of God. I thought you'd be doing that later." Irwin shrugged his shoulders, as if he was innocent.

"Well, a situation unfolded. Something that might be because of your little antics." Zachariah scoffed. "Not one of us can get past the sigils in that damn submarine. We need a mortal to fling at the continuum and strong enough to survive such travel."

"Sorry, I'm too busy." Irwin rejected before Zachariah even asked. "Maybe later, though, so keep my number."

Zachariah seemed like he wanted to argue further, but Irwin tossed the half-empty bottle of holy oil. The angel snapped his fingers and disappeared from existence, along with him was the barrier that prevented the leak of sounds.

"–sign up for this shit!" Gordon cursed aloud, throwing his knife at the angel after he disappeared, on the off chance that he was still there.

"Too much for you, Gordon?" Irwin asked. "I thought you'd do anything to kill all the monsters in the world."

Gordon, however, was not listening to Irwin's ridicule as he muttered under his breath, "That was an angel. Pops was right. Angels exist. Why are they here? Why the fuck didn't they–fuck. Fuck. fuck."

Irwin hisses, "Well, he's out of the picture. How about you, Andy?"

Andy was sitting on a rock and kept scrutinizing his hands, blinking his eyes rapidly as he waved his arms in synchronicity. "I need to lay off weed, man. I gotta go back to cigarettes or cody."

"Jesus. C'mon, dickweed. Boat's here." Irwin tapped Andy on the head.

The boat docked unto the makeshift dock, settling its engines as Archibald–clad in chain mail and armed with a shotgun and a rapier–exited the water vehicle. One might think his outfit looked a little garish, but in Irwin's eyes, the man could pull it off.

The graying beard and hair alone made him look like a terrible foe, much less the armor that looked as if it had seen some battle.

"A little bird told me that we're at war with the angels? Is that true? If so, when can we expect their retaliation?" Archibald began asking a series of fundamental questions as he scanned the surroundings.

"No, we're good, Archie. I got a non-aggression with them." Irwin chuckled at the man's preparedness.

"These are angels, son. How will you know that they will stick with it?" Archibald made a good point.

"They won't, but they need something from me. As long as we have that, we're safe from them." Irwin placated as he boarded the boat. "Besides, they're busy preparing for the war."

"Oh, good. I can't participate in another war, son. My bones ache too much." Archibald sighed in relief as he threw the weapons on the dock and began doffing the armor.

Gordon and Andy boarded soon after, although both of them were still reeling from coming face-to-face with the existence of angels and true divinity. Sure, Gordon had killed a pagan before, but Catholicism was sure to have a special place in his heart.

He was just a little boy when his sister got taken away from him and Irwin could bet that throughout his scourge of the vampires in America, that there was an inkling in the man's heart. One that urged him to reconsider his faith.

Irwin never had that urge, nor would he have one now. He knew where he was going and he'd be more damned if he didn't take them all down with him.

He turned on the ignition and said, "Let's go home."