"We cannot!" Uriel exclaimed. "It is father's private creation room!" He said. Zachariah spun around on his heels to face his brother.
"Father is gone!" He hissed. "And we need to find out brothers. They ran and they deserve everything we're going to give them." He smirked cunningly, turning back to face the huge white and gold double doors. "The creation room. I've always imagined it. It is time Uriel." He stepped up to the door, gripping the handle.
Slowly he turned the handle and pushed the door open. He stepped inside and saw the glowing lights making his smirk widen into an evil looking smile.
"Finally." He said. He looked at each small light that shone in its own unique way. He reached out to touch one and the glow intensified.
"Zachariah, I am not sure this is the best idea." Uriel said, glancing at the now closed set of double doors that stood out.
"It will be fine Uriel." Zachariah said, taking the star-light into his hand.
"What is that?" Uriel asked, stepping towards his brother.
"This, is pure star-light. It is what we are made of, what the demons are made of. What humans are made of." Zachariah answered. "Each star is different. They are fused together to make one being. Or many. This one is cautiousness." She turned the light in his hand and it turned a bright red.
He began to walk once more, picking up another light.
"And what is that?"
"Curiousness." He fused the now blue light with the red. The light turned magenta, and Zachariah crossed the room once more, picking up a pure white star. "Intelligences." He fused it with the others and they all became a large glowing white ball.
He moved around, fusing in obedience, cunning, strategic, the gender: female, the eye color: grey, hair color: orange/red (red-headed), and the height: 5'9.
"You are creating a vessel as well?"
"We haven't the time for her to find a vessel on Earth, so yes." Zachariah said, looking at the large ball that flashed all different colors. "One more." Zachariah picked up a light that shone gold.
"Wings?" Uriel asked. Zachariah nodded, fusing the last piece. Slowly, he threw it up.
The ball of light hovered for a moment, flashing its many colors. Then, it erupted into a bright white light.
Once they could see again, Uriel and Zachariah stood in the presents of a young lady, around twenty-five years of age. She was a red-head, who's hair reached just past her shoulders, her eyes a stormy grey. She was shorter than the two men, and she wore a silk white dress with a golden belt.
Her eyes opened, glowing white at first before the pupils slowly appeared along with the grey rim.
"It worked." Uriel breathed out.
"Of course it worked." Zachariah said. She stepped up so she stood directly in front of the two older Angels. "Welcome, Angel of the Lord. You were created on what humans call September twenty-third of two-thousand and eight." Zachariah spoke. She nodded, not speaking.
"What is her name?" Uriel asked.
"Nova. Your name is Nova."
"Nova." She repeated. "My name is Nova."
"Nova, you have been created for one purpose. You are to find the run-away angels and bring them here for… discipline."
"Yes sir." She nodded. "I will need human clothing." She said.
"It will all be provided." Zachariah said. "Just remember your mission."
"I will find the run-aways. And they will be punished as they deserved."