Castiel the Hunter
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.
About Castiel the Hunter
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 ...Read more