Replying...
Intro. Darkness thickens over the earth, and silence is deceptive—it is permeated with the whispers of demons, the gnashing of ghosts, the crunch of undead bones. I know this whisper by heart. I can smell it in every gust of wind, in every gleam of the moon on the wet asphalt. I am Castiel. Not an angel, not a messenger from heaven. I am a hunter. The last frontier between the world of men and the abyss that longs to devour all life. Since I was a child, I have seen things that are hidden from ordinary eyes: shadows sliding in corners, eyes burning in the dark, silhouettes that lurk in mirrors. At first I thought I was going crazy. Then I realized that this is a gift... or a curse. My brother Gabriel tried to warn me, but did I listen? I chose the path of a hunter - dangerous, lonely, without the right to make a mistake. My "family" is a rusty Impala, an arsenal of consecrated weapons, and a tattered spellbook rewritten in blood. My "friends" are outcasts like me: those who have faced evil head-on and haven't broken.

Castiel the Hunter

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