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Main Characters: Alexiel, Kirie, Katan, Rociel, maybe Belial, Lucifer, Uriel? Barbiel? Raphael?

Various other characters from Angel Sanctuary will be involved to add to the plot.

'' are thoughts

Italics are Past events or stressed words

Bold words are stressed words


The Last Supper

Chapter 7: Controlled Chaos

"In all chaos there is a cosmos, in all disorder a secret order."


Alexiel's brow was faintly glistening with sweat as she hurried on, but she gritted her teeth, ready to look a mess if that's what it took to find Gabriella. She hurried on, her brother's words still ringing through her ears.

"Oh?" he said softly, his grin back once again. He suddenly grabbed her by the shoulders, forcing her into an intimate embrace. "You wouldn't dare harm your twin; your other half. Realize we are more alike that different my dear sister, never forget that and realize just as many that want me dead may want your life as well," he whispered heatedly into her ear, brushing his lips against her forehead then shoving her away.

She immediately wiped at her forehead and looked at him as if he were mud on her favorite shoe. "But first my dear brother, the question remains, which will be the first to see their maker. Realize also, my genteel sibling; many of those who hate me only hate me because of you. You are like a sore on my skin, and once removed, I may be spotless once more."

He gave her an unattractive grin and said nothing, pushing past her towards the dining hall, throwing his last words to her over his shoulder. "Sores only hint at a much more lethal ailment to come."

'With him gone, what reason would they have to hate me? What reason?' she asked herself, feeling slight panic creeping into her inner voice. Her thoughts continued along this route for a few more moments until she finally clenched her teeth once again and reminded herself of her mission.

She turned another corner and stopped in her tracks, her eyes widening in surprise, a soft gasp escaping her lips. She had not expected this at all.

In front of her an obviously upset Gabriella was gazing up at Katan. Her eyes were full of what had to be tears in her eyes as they had a cat's eye glow to them when in the dark.

Suddenly Katan's face seemed to become a picture of wonderment and he embraced her tightly, kissing her with a hungry need.

Alexiel was not sure if she should leave them or if she did not, would Katan and Gabriella turn on her with angry glares of being interrupted and of her own role in Gabriella's pain? True, Katan himself was to blame but knowing what he did now, if he'd known Gabriella was to be the one used in their plot his feelings for her would have stopped him…but when did these feelings come about anyway?

Alexiel stood there moments longer, skirts in hands, chest quietly heaving. Gabriella made her decision for her.

Gabriella's eyes shot open and the feel of his lips on hers soon sent her mind into a panic. 'No…no…I can't; can't let him do this…He's too close to Alexiel...I can't vow to leave her alone then suddenly become involved with someone in her employment! Oh, but what a sweet kiss…Let this be my goodbye.'

His kiss turned searching, still enough breath in the both of them to continue their emotional dance. He had just been kissing her, lips firmly pressed, realizing he had been gaining no response.

He accounted this as an affect of her most likely being still in shock, but he became worried as seconds passed and she still remained frozen in his arms.

He almost smiled, as hesitantly she made to kiss him back, the caress of her lips gentle. He kept the kiss chaste, opening his eyes to momentarily gaze at her closed-eyed and dreamy expression. He pulled back momentarily, kissing each lip lightly.

Gabriella's eyes popped open, and she gasped, out of breath, her face flushed. Tears still sparkled upon her cheeks and suddenly she smiled sadly, bringing small fingers up to touch her kiss swollen lips. She turned away.

"Go. This cannot be. I only ask you to assist me in making my way to the women servants so they may assist me to the dining area. My ankle is still shaky but I feel it will recover well enough for me to walk on alone."

She felt proud; she'd manage to keep her voice steady and almost emotionless.

Katan felt crest fallen. He could have sworn he had felt something in that kiss; almost as if she wanted more too, but…feared to reach for it? Could he agree to this?

Katan slowly nodded in acknowledgment. His etiquette to obey a lady's wishes overpowered the logic of his heart.

"As you wish m'lady. It is the least I can do. I should have known you could never be involved with such a pauper as myself."

"That is not it. But hopefully you will understand in time," she said softly, still refusing to face him.

Katan bowed his head defeated and answered just as softly. "Let us go."

Alexiel cautiously moved as quietly as possible back around the corridor. She peaked, waiting to see if Gabriella would head out or to the dining room. She looked to be suffering from a limp as Katan moved to help her.

They turned to where she had stood, and Alexiel realizing they were coming back, nodded silently to herself and turned only to bump into another figure.


Kirie tried her best to keep her eyes from traveling to look at Rociel. She wondered why he had not left with his slave—she smirked silently—no wife. She felt a little better after making fun of the hated woman.

She finally let her eyes travel to the lord. She observed Rociel being engaged in another one-sided conversation. This time it was with a young aristocrat whose name she could not place at the moment. He obviously hoped to wheedle his way into Rociel's friendship then pocket.

Very familiar with her former husband's habits, she could see his thoughts were elsewhere from the way he cupped his chin and mechanically nodded at almost identical intervals. She guessed his thoughts either had to be on the events of earlier or his obsession—Alexiel.

He suddenly stood, excusing himself, a perfect smile accenting his well kept hair and faultless, doll-like face. He bowed apologetically in Kirie's direction, and smiled at her, his gaze—what was that?—flirtatious?

Kirie felt her cheeks unwillingly heat up in a light blush. It had been ages since he'd looked at her like that, and she acknowledged he still had the power over her to make her feel flustered.

She blinked, her face going from an embarrassed pink to an angry red. He only smiled wider, as their silent acknowledgment of his lasting power over her heart passed between them. Only Barbiel caught the silent battle, bowing her head once more back to her meal, smiling slightly to herself.

Lord Rociel's entourage who had been standing against the wall made to follow him but he waved them off. The doormen each opened a large, oak door and Rociel nodded his thanks stepping through loftily.

Mere moments after the doors clasped shut, there was loud howl of pain and the sound of a body crumpling to the floor.


Alexiel gasp softly, her feet fighting to steady her before she fell into the hallway.

'Oh God, they've surely heard me now.' She raised wide, dark hued eyes into in what looked to be black eyes in the dimmed lighting.

He gazed back down at her silently, his own eyes a little widened. 'It's been ages…no lifetimes since I've been this close to her.'

"Who's there?" Katan hissed. Alexiel tensed, both from the gaze of the dark clothed stranger still masked and Katan's accusing voice.

Alexiel could hear two pairs of slow footsteps gaining on where she stood and she quickly pushed past the figure to dash away back towards the dining room.

He turned and waited a few moments before following close behind her.

Katan and Gabriella soon emerged around the corner, Katan's eyes narrowed in suspicion.

"Who was that do you think?" Gabrielle whispered, her voice questioning.

Katan merely shook his head. "No idea. Let's go."


Alexiel continued to move quickly, breathing hard once again. 'Who was that? I wonder if he's following me…' she asked herself nervously, glancing behind her every so often.

'I swear my footsteps sound almost doubly loud…Well, what can one do. I must get back now. All is well as it can be for now.'

The stranger followed her, matching her footsteps perfectly. They both stopped in unison a howl of what had to be extreme agony pierced the darkness.

Alexiel dashed forward, recognizing it as a male voice that seemed oddly familiar to her…

She stopped, screaming immediately. Her twin brother lay in a sprawl; looking the least elegant she had ever seen him.

A lake of blood was quickly forming around her brother Rociel. He struggled to stand, gasping for breath. His left hand barely supported his stooped figure, his right hand on the hilt of a gold-gilded knife embedded on the upper right side of his chest.

"Rociel?" Alexiel struggled to speak, her face a pale as a sheet. Sure, she'd wished him dead many times, but not like this…No, never like this.

She immediately came to his side, collapsing to her knees, one arm instinctively going around his shoulders to support him.

"Rociel? No, don't speak," she whispered as he closed his eyes, still gasping for air but searching for words he wanted to say.

"Oh god, that…we must get that out of you. We must apply pressure to your wound. This is in the way."

Rociel shook his head weakly and Alexiel, missing this, placed one delicate hand around the gold hilt, pausing and trying to summon the courage to dismantle the knife from her twin.

The wooden doors soon burst open, revealing the young woman with her hair coming unbound, and her gaze a little frantic, one hand on the hilt of the knife embedded in her twin.


"Oh my goodness! Who was that!" Gabriella, stopped abruptly, her whole body tensing in fear.

"Good lord, who knows. Let's see if we can be of any assistance. But your ankle--" Katan began, eyeing her uncertainly.

"Never mind my ankle. Someone obviously needs more help than I do; I'll be fine," she said, looking back at him with determined eyes.

He sighed, once again, giving in. They made their way forward as quickly as they could manage and both soon came to the stop.

Gabriella put a hand to her mouth, muffling a scream. She'd never seen so much blood. Katan swallowed hard, and gently brought Gabriella's face to his chest, shielding her from the sight before them.

Katan watched, suddenly frozen in place watching as if totally apart from the situation. He watched as the large oak doors to the dining area opened up upon the scene of kneeling Alexiel, her hand on a large knife rooted in Lord Rociel's side.

Several women screamed, a few fainting. The doorman quickly moved to hold back the quickly forming crowd of aristocrats. The men moved to shield their wives' eyes, but Barbiel moved forward, not a bit intimidated. Raphael moved to stop her, but she turned and smiled, holding up one hand to gently stop him. His lip formed a thin line of disapproval and he allowed her to continue forward, close at her heels.

A select few however pushed past both Barbiel and the forming crowd forcefully. It was Rociel's entourage and their open faces were almost identical pictures of horror.

"Lord Rociel!" they all shouted at once. "What are you doing?" an older man with gold hair and a thick beard demanded, his eyes glued to Alexiel with an air of distrust.

All three moved toward her with a hard glint in their eyes.

"What is going on here?" Kirie demanded, easily moving through. They stopped, frowning and looked back to their hostess who unfortunately was the best friend of the girl on the floor.

"Oh my-my…Goodness! Rociel! Someone call a doctor! Alexiel! Alexiel…what-what happened?" Kirie threw herself to the floor immediately, her eyes wild with both pain and shock.

She grabbed Alexiel's shoulders gruffly. Alexiel continued to stare dazedly down at her brother, oblivious of Kirie's vice-like grip upon her softly heaving shoulders, her hand suddenly frozen upon the hilt of the knife.

Alexiel hardly felt the pain of Kirie's nails dig into her skin; her voice seemed so far away…

"Answer me!" Kirie screamed, quickly becoming hysterically. She was now shaking Alexiel, who unexpectedly let out a sob of pain.

Gabriella gasp, turning her head to watch in the same disconnected manner as Katan.

Something deep in her heart hurt to see the usually lively Alexiel so dull and unresponsive. She quickly buried her face back into Katan's chest, shuddering uncontrollably.

The female servants quickly moved upon the scene, three of them moving to gather up their now frantic mistress to prevent further distress. Several of the men and women looked on with horror, and Alexiel weakly fell back, barely sustaining her own weight as Kirie continued to scream questions at her.

Several other servants had already made preparations to fetch the doctor and a few of them turned questioning eyes upon Alexiel…distrusting eyes.

As Kirie was gently led away, Barbiel finally made it forward, the first to finally help the almost emotionless Alexiel.

Raphael decided to take control of the situation as his wife attended to Alexiel. Michael soon joined his side and they both proceeded to direct the men to lead their wives and lady friends back into the dining area till further notice; the killer could be anywhere.

Michael led them away joined with his wife Bal, whose calm presence seemed to appease some of the women. She was in her element, giving orders and giving her motherly smile to all around her.

Barbiel managed to keep her head and the women drew strength from it, but unlike Duchess Bal it was not for show. They respected Bal more as she came from a long line of aristocracy and inherited money while Barbiel's ancestor's had begun a clothing business through hard work and dedication.

Barbiel's mother's talents and natural indulgence in the eccentric coupled with her father's direction and eye for elegance, had caused the business to soon be one of the main suppliers of aristocracy dress their daughter would soon wear herself.

Her parents no longer had to work, but employed many to do what they themselves had done before in their youth. They treated each employee affectionately remembering their own working days. This was frowned upon by many of the aristocracy to see such interaction with the "common folk".

This air of disdain had continued to be showered upon their daughter Barbiel. Many liked her but kept themselves from any close association with her except Alexiel. They feared for their reputations more than their moral consciences.

The air between Bal and Barbiel was strained, but both had to deal with it as their husbands were childhood friends and visited one another often.

Barbiel shook her head briefly at her own thoughts and the pandemonium around her.

"Miss? Misses? Please help Lady Alexiel to more comfortable quarters. She is not well. She can be of no assistance here."

"Duchess Barbiel? Sorry to interrupt m'lady, but we would be happy to escort our incapacitated master's dear sister to a more comfortable quarter," the one with the golden beard of Rociel's entourage interjected.

"No, I need you few here to adjust Lord Rociel around as I try and stop him from bleeding. The women servants will be fine. On second thought, there is a villain on the loose...yes, alright, two of you go with them, two of you stay with me."

All four of Rociel's entourage smiled, and the golden haired one motioned to two of them to leave with the women servants and Alexiel. He himself remained to help along with another fellow of his group with long blond hair of spun gold and bright blue eyes.

Two young maids came forward, no appearance of misgiving in their eyes. They were young and worked hard, and did what they were paid to do with no questions asked.

Barbiel smiled gently at the two quiet women and trusted them to take care of Alexiel along with the two other young men.

"You two, bring me something to bind—ah thank you."

A few more of the efficient women had gone and fetched soft cloth and hot water to try and help the heavily bleeding Rociel.

Barbiel nodded her thanks and quickly rolled up her sleeves, washing her hands in one basin and grabbing a clean cloth after. The other women waited patiently, allowing the higher ranked woman to remain in control till she asked for assistance.

Barbiel avoided the knife and instead moved to wrap tightly around the wound to apply some type of pressure.

The male servants had soon gone to help with the assembling of the guests elsewhere and the two remaining of Rociel's troupe anxiously helped to carefully adjust the injured Rociel so he could be properly bound.

Rociel groaned softly in discomfort, having passed out long before from loss of blood and fierce pain. He seemed in danger of becoming lucid and perhaps resistant.

'If the doctor doesn't get here soon…he's going to bleed to death,' Barbiel thought grimly. She started slightly as Raphael was soon kneeling beside her.

"The doctor is on his way; do not soil your hands anymore in this man's blood of all people," Raphael said with some command in his voice.

Barbiel shook her head. "You know I can help…I was your nurse for some time," she added quietly.

Raphael sighed in exasperation. "Fine. We'll only wait here till the doctor arrives. Allow these women," he didn't bother correcting himself for the two young men of Rociel's group, "to finish the binding."

Barbiel nodded and stood up. "Please take me to the nearest basin," she asked quietly.


Gabriella suddenly pulled against Katan's now tight hold.

"Let me help her please…even if she hates me…please let me go to her when she needs me most," Gabriella begged, looking up at Katan with pleading eyes.

At the sight of her sorrowful expression Katan's wits finally came back to him.

"I---we'll visit her tonight. We cannot come now, they will wonder why we are coming upon the scene together," Katan responded logically.

"Then let me go alone," she said calmly, "they'll wonder more why her "beloved ward" is not the first of the few upon the scene," she added dismally, her tone a little sarcastic.

Katan hesitated within himself. He was at odds with his own guilt of wanting to keep her with him to keep her safe, but of the obvious selfishness of not letting her go to what had to be the closest person to her heart.

He decided to let her go; something he'd regret later on…

Gabriella broke from his grasp and slowly made her way towards the kneeling figures, her gait awkward and strained.

"Lady Gabriella? My dear, your ankle, is it alright?" Barbiel looked up upon the sound of the young girl's lumbering footsteps.

"I—H-hello m'lady," she did her best to curtsy and cried out in pain, as she suddenly dipped forward.

Strong arms suddenly steadied her and she looked back bewildered.

"Why hello…Katan," Raphael answered smoothly.

Katan inwardly winced noting the hidden hostilty in his suddenly too eloquent tone.

Katan quickly righted Gabriella then broke away from her, suddenly feeling all eyes upon him.

"And where have you been? Both of you been?" Raphael continued calmly, his eyes remaining on Katan the whole time.

Katan felt tremendous unease from Raphael's cold stare. He could feel Gabriella's similar discomfort beside him. Silence was threatening to fill the air. What was he going to say?


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