Heka and Qesem arrived at the secret tower of Beelzebub just in time to see the revived former arch-duke writhe in pure pain.
“Help the masssssssssster,” Heka hissing; “thissssssssssss mussssssssssssss be the doing of the mutt.”
Without a word Qesem places a clawed hand on Beelzebub’s head and squirmed as he took the pain from the dark lord. Claiming it for his own; Qesem hissed as walked away to prepare for the next task of this healing ritual.
“Enoch,” Heka speaking; “He hasssssssssssssss changed.”
“How,” Beelzebub still recovering from that intense wave of pure hope and love; “and does it have anything to do with what I just experienced.”
Heka just nods as she watches Beelzebub down a vile concoction whose contents would drive any person insane.
“Tell me everything,” Beelzebub looking better.
“He had white fur and a tanned complexion,” Qesem return; breaking his silence for the first time since he was practicing sorcery; “wings of a dove and a halo. And his eyes,” Qesem shuddering; “so much power coming from those eyes.”
Beelzebub looked stunned; of all the time he has known Qesem, not once has he heard him speak. Heka always spoke on his behalf.
“For you to break a vow of silence,” Beelzebub commenting; “this must be a serious situation.”
Qesem just nods; looking at his sister, Qesem makes a complex hand gesture. Heka nods in understanding and watches as Qesem takes a crystal and begins to pour and channel the energies he pulled from Beelzebub. Energies that brought so much pain to the vile demon; Qesem hands the crystal to Beelzebub.
“It isssssssss what the mutt wasssssssssssss radiating,” Heka speaking for Qesem again; “perhapssssssssss…”
“Perhaps we can use this,” Beelzebub finishing Heka’s thought process; “I will have to ponder on this. Until then,” Beelzebub hands a book to Heka; “read up on it. It came from our heavenly counterpart.”
“Sssssssssssssssssemyazzzzzzza,” Heka hissing; smiling as she could feel the chaos oozing from the dark tomb.
“Thanatos,” Beelzebub chuckling as he knew it was chaos in disguise; “is collecting the ingredients we need. Be ready for when he arrives,” Beelzebub leaving the crone; taking the pink crystal of hope and love. Shuddering as he places a hand on it; Beelzebub quickly puts on a glove to help shield him from what could be his weakness.
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Bithiel had portal from the inquisitorial dungeons with the badly wounded Tarfiel directly to Raphael. Placing the angel on a gurney; Raphael soon flies down to tend to the wounded angel. Muttering as he places a hand over the wounds, Raphael looks up and shakes his head.
“Her wounds are beyond me,” Raphael speaking; “she may have an hour, maybe two.”
“Or maybe,” Enoch flying into the chamber; after sensing the chaos attack while leaving the transformation temple to say some vows to appease some silly tradition. “Maybe she can make it,” Enoch speaking as he takes off his glasses and tosses them to Raphael.
Raphael sees the angelic wolf-taur and looks positively stunned. The tanned man with the body of a white wolf landing with a bit of a thud walks over to the bed and stares at the dying angel. His eyes radiate power as he grabs the angel’s hand and concentrates. Watching as the wolf-taur closes his eyes; Raphael watches as a warm glow spreads from the odd angel and flows into Tarfeil. The angel healer’s mouth drops as Tarfeil’s wounds close; a remnant of the shade burns and hiss as it is forced out from her. Tarfeil begins to breathe normally as the glow subsides and the wolf-taur angel opens his solid blue eyes.
“Can I please have my glasses back,” He asks Raphael. “Enoch by the way,” he states as he takes his shades and puts them on. “I’m new here,” He smiles; “if you don’t mind, I would like to sit with her and keep her company for a bit.”
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A few hours later
“Out of my way,” an irate angel in red robes shouting as he storms into the healing temple.
“Not again,” Raphael just groaned; not in the mood to deal with Kusheil again.
The alabaster-white skin angel with jet black hair and six pairs of black-feathered wings glared at Raphael as he stood in his way.
“What is your displeasure this time,” Raphael glaring at Kusheil; “come to try and arrest me for doing my job?”
“As much as I would love to do that,” Kusheil sneering; “I have come to see the prisoner. She was afterall,” Kusheil gritting as he had to swallow some pride; “she was attacked in my dungeon by chaos.”
“Resting,” Raphael answering as he looks for some aspirin; “so she is in no condition to answer any questions.”
“So she survived,” Kusheil looking shocked; Semyaza told him the wound were mortal. He rushed over to watch her die. “I need to speak with her then.”
“For the love of god,” Raphael getting exasperated; “GET OUT!”
“Not until I get what I want,” Kusheil glaring.
“Then be careful what you wish for,” Enoch approaching.
Kusheil snapped to the direction of the voice and was clearly taken aback by what he saw. A White furred wolf-taur wearing black sunglasses and wearing a black t-shirt with an odd looking short cross with a “R” acting as the left arm.
“Who the hell are you,” Kusheil asking.
“I’m Enoch,” the wolf-taur grinning; “Enoch Morningstar. Lucifer Moringstar’s son.”
“Oh fuck,” Raphael realizing that Kusheil is about to go postal.
“A demon in heaven,” Kusheil brandishing a blade and rushing to attack; Enoch watched Kusheil's charge and at the last second, dodge the strike. Just as Kusheil turned around to strike a second time, Enoch summoned a blade of pure energy and defended Kusheil’s clumsy strike with a counter. The counter shattered Kusheil’s blade as Enoch’s weapon vanished into the either.
“I was once a demon,” Enoch staring down the grand inquisitor. “But as you can see with my halo,” Enoch pointing to the circle of pure light; “I am not. Bare that in mind the next time you cause a scene. Tarfeil is resting,” Enoch relaxing his stance; “I healed her. You have a problem with that?”
“That is enough,” Raphael brandishing his Scottish claymore; “both of you out! NOW!”
“I’ll leave,” Enoch smiling at an enraged and embarrassed Kusheil; “just make sure you place guards that don’t tolerate bullies like skinny boy here.” Enoch pointing to Kusheil as he leaves; “I hear my uncle Arch-Angel Michael Morningstar meets those qualifications.”