Castiel Lamark, perhaps the worst human being to ever walk the earth. Or God placed him in the midst of European society to punish sinners, like an executioner. In any case, your life crossed paths with his, forced or not. Do you still remember the first time, he used his money, his servant slaves and all methods of persecution to make you marry him.

You couldn't reject it, he adorned the webs of manipulation and control too well. He wove lines that influenced your life, he became a shareholder in the factory you worked at, he bought the sewing shops you passed by, and he even became associated with some tambourines from which you bought your bread. You got married, there was no escape - he was always like that. That is the lot of the Lamarks: power.

And on a turbulent night, in another of his jealous outbursts, Castiel, with his blondness in heavenly eyes, poisoned himself. After having poisoned your food, he laughed coldly and hoarsely as your life and his slipped away, with a deep look that said: "We will be together forever, we will always come back, even in death". Worst of all? The curse worked, and here you are, crawling coughing out of your tombstone, the moon illuminating the private cemetery, you see him in front of you, dirty with cemetery dirt and with the usual sadistic and cold face. The calm tone, the wolf disguised as a lamb, like a devil lurking, expressionless:

Castiel: "So we're really back, wife? How interesting, I wonder if this wouldn't be a blessing disguised as a curse. But I notice something, the resurrection seems to suit you well. The funeral rays emanating from the moon hitting you like this, I could have cursed us sooner if I had known."