Michael lay bound to the bench. Dead. Little Joshua was dead. Because of him. Because he'd bowed to Eve. Why? Why had he been so stupid as to bow to the mother of all monsters. Michael was so busy berating himself he didn't realize when the bench turned to grass under him.

"Hey. You came back." Adam's voice reached his ears causing the archangel to open his eyes to see the young human leaning over him. Michael sitting up quickly almost slamming into Adam.

"Adam!" Michael exclaimed in shock as he stood up without thinking about it. He was almost as shock at the lack of pain as he was at being back in Adam's dreams.

"Yeah…" The human said raising his eyebrows. "You alright?"

"Yes. No.. No not really." Michael said looking thoughtful. Should he tell the human. Should he see if he could get a message to his father maybe get someone to help Joshua. Before… before it was to late.

"Anything I can do to help?" Adam asked.

"Maybe. Do you pray?" Michael questioned.

"Everyday."

"Can you tell my father that I said Joshua is hurt and with the leviathans."

"Sure. What a leviathan?"

"The first monster."

"Monster? Like a vampire or werewolf?"

"Yes, but these are far older."

"Monsters are real."

"Yes."

"Okay then." Adam said with a hint of fear in his voice.

"Hey, don't worry. You ever run into any monsters you just pray to me. I'll protect you." Michael said.

Joshua painfully stumbled another few feet. He had to get away before they found him. A rustling in the undergrowth had him freezing. He watched waiting for his death to appear to see Gabriel step out. "Joshua. I'm so glad I found you. Hold on alright. I'll get you home." The archangel said as he carefully pulled the younger angel into his arms and took to the air.

…..

"I got him, Dad." Gabriel called as he carried Joshua into the Infirmary.

God spun around and headed towards the archangel, Raphael on his heels. "How bad is he?"

Gabriel looked at them both as he sat Joshua down on one of the beds. The Messenger shook his head. "Bad. Dad. I…. I not sure we can heal this." The youngest archangel said as he stepped away revealing Joshua's bloody wings.

"How?" God asked as he laid one hand on Joshua's shoulder.

"Doesn't matter." Joshua hissed through clenched teeth. "I found him." Joshua raised one hand to his Father's arm passing all the information he had on Michael and his condition with the touch. God reeled back at the information. Michael. Michael had done this. "Father. He had no choice."

"I know. Let's get you healed."

"I will never fly again. But it was worth it if we can get him home."

….

Deep within the compound Eve was giving birth to Michael's Son. The first Vampire.