A/N: Well, I'm back… and not particularly pleased. –glances at number of reviews- Five. Five reviews. That's pathetic, and quite frankly I'm kind of pissed off. I do like to hear what you people say, and getting next to no feedback is kind of discouraging. I do have a busy schedule in my life, seeing as how I have college coming up and I finally sent in my answers. I am going to college, on full scholarship, by the way. So I am busy. I have graduation coming up, and AP Tests and Finals, but I still manage to work hard and get chapters out for you people. But if the response I'm going to get it nothing, then I'm not going to bother. If I get a chapter out, I get it out. Though I must warn you, last time I became lax on updating, I grew tired of the story and it died. So, whatever… doesn't bother me. Like I said, I have other things to do. I mean jeez, even if you don't like something, tell me! It's response I only get better with criticism.

Since the review number was sad, I posted half a chapter. Enjoy!

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Secrets of the True God

Maximus walked down the long main hallway that led to Dios' office. His hands were in his pockets as he admired the hallway. '7,500 years plus and I never realized how proportionate this hallway is…' As he thought about it, he realized this entire world was very proportioned; there was no overabundance of one color or really anything for that matter. 'Odd…I never noticed that before…' He shrugged it off as he neared the door to his office. Rapping on it lightly he thought about what to say to Dios.

A few minutes passed before the doors opened, revealing a slightly irked Miguel. "Hello, Maximus," he said with a sort of bitter resentment as he opened the door wider, allowing entrance to the Angel.

Maximus raised an eyebrow, since when had Miguel had any type of animosity towards him. "Everything alright, Miguel?" The messenger scoffed and walked passed the angel, leaving Maximus slightly confused. 'Right…' He stepped into the room and glanced around, Dios was seated at his desk. His head was placed in his hands as he let out an aggravated sigh.

"Maximus, please, come in. Sit," Dios said as he removed his hands from his face, glancing at the Angel of Light. The creator's eyes looked weary as he ran a hand through his raven colored hair. He shuffled a few pieces of paper together as Maximus walked towards the desk, and sat before him. Quickly smiling, eliminating any look of exhaustion, he asked, "So, what do I owe the pleasure of this visit?"

The Angel looked at the older man for a few minutes. Dios' weary look hadn't been overlooked by him. "I came to update you on our progress," he said as his eyes scanned over Dios. "Though I wonder, is there something you wish to tell me?" The angel questioned, his silver eyes wrought with concern. The Raven-haired creator seemed hesitant to divulge what was bothering him. "Sonya and I cannot help you if you keep us in the dark. What's going on?"

"You have less time than I had originally anticipated," he started slowly. He didn't know how to continue what he needed to say. He wasn't sure how he was supposed to tell them, that he was unsure of how longer he would be able to hold Gabrielle and Hades off and that they were going to have to work quickly and diligently to find the other heirs.

"And by less time you mean?" Maximus questioned as a leery feeling washed over him. They hadn't had much time originally and now they had even less time?

"That I am unsure of, however, the sooner you find the heirs, the better… for everyone," Dios told him as he began to shuffle together some of the papers on his desk. He shoved the papers in the top drawer and glanced at Maximus. "It is imperative. We are pressed for time right now and we have no room for mistakes."

The angel was getting the impression that Dios was leaving some things unsaid. "What brought about this change in time?"

The creator appeared to hesitate before answering, "The factors that we expected to cause delays fell through, it seems that they are more diligent than anticipated."

Maximus looked at his creator. He didn't doubt those things affected it to some degree but that shouldn't cause that big a difference. "That's all?"

The raven-haired man nodded. "So, Maximus, anything you wish to discuss with me? How are you progressing?"

"Fairly well," he admitted. They had already found half of the heirs already and only needed to find three more. "We have half of the heirs, though their degrees of experience vary. Tidus' melee skills are exceptional from the pilgrimage, his magic, however, is coming along slowly… very slowly. Ryu, the wind god, can fight and use his magic to a certain degree, but its nothing compared to the ice goddess. Kyria is more in touch with her powers, there's no doubt in my mind that she was trained before we met up with her. Regardless of this though, none of them last more than four minutes with Sonya."

Dios smirked as he listened to Maximus' report. "I would expect as much. Sonya is talented," a small laugh escaped his lips before he continued, "And far from lenient."

The Angel nodded before continuing. "Though, I wonder how much longer Sonya's temper will keep in check." He rubbed the temples of his head. "She tried to kill Gippal, has killed Tidus, she's made a few attempts on the wind god's life, and she doesn't seem to like Kyria either."

"She doesn't particularly like anyone," Dios stated calmly. Anyone who came in contact with Sonya knew that, it was a well-known fact throughout Diroho and most tried to keep her appeased. "Though, if her temper gets out of control, I'll take over. As for now," he locked eyes with the Angel, sending him a warning glance. "Don't intentionally antagonize her. She's irritated enough being stuck with humans. Goad her on, and you'll suffer the consequences as well." He closed his eyes and took a deep breath before standing. "Now… I have to go."

"But, wait I-" he trailed off when he realized the creator had disappeared. "For the love of Dios," he muttered as he stood and stalked out of the room.

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Nick's eyes shot open as he looked around the room. It was still dark. He looked over to the right where a small table was positioned. 'Five AM, all right. I'm good. I can sneak out now.' He stood up from the bed and moved around the room. He blindly groped around for his clothing, hoping not to wake the slumbering girl.

Slipping into his pants, he stole a glance at the bed to see the girl once more before he left. However, as his gaze landed on the bed, it landed on an empty space. 'Oh shit… she's up…' He jerked his head in the direction of the bathroom. He cleared his throat before saying, "Baby?"

When there was no answer he walked over toward the bathroom. Slowly, he peeked his head into the doorway. "Odd…" He placed his hand on the wall and felt around for a light switch. Flipping the switch on, he soon realized that the room was completely empty. The girl's clothes were gone, and so was she. 'I was… used?'

"Wow, that's a first," he voiced aloud. Shrugging his shoulders, he moved about the room in a more relaxed way, grabbing the articles of clothes that were scattered around the room. Finally finished, he took note that his coat was missing. "What the hell?" He crossed his arms and scoured the room with his jade eyes. "Frig it," he muttered as he turned and walked out of the room.

As he was walking by the front desk, a young woman called out to him. "Excuse me, sir, did you just come from room 103A?"

Nick turned his head slowly and looked at the receptionist for a few minutes before nodding. 'Tell me she left without paying. That would be my luck…'

"A woman left this for you," she held out a sealed envelope. On the front in cursive writing was his name. Absentmindedly, he took the letter, muttered his thanks and continued outside. As he was walking, he slipped his hand into the seal and broke it open, taking the letter out.

'I don't normally leave notes, but it was a bit brisk this morning when I left so I "borrowed" your jacket. Well thanks for the pleasurable evening. Farewell.

Sonya'

Nick's expression was caught between a grin and a frown. Sure last night was fun, and she hadn't been exaggerating when she said she could go as long as him and beyond, but she had left him, and not only did she ditch him, she took his coat with her.

After a few minutes of pondering the situation, his grin grew. This just gave him an excuse to see her again.

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Sonya's room was engulfed completely in darkness for a few brief moments before the Angel appeared in the center of the room. "That was fun," she reflected as she tossed her newly acquired jacket onto her bed.

She pursed her lips as she pondered about her actions before she left the inn that morning. She was going to teleport from the hallway, but for some Dios forsaken reason there were numerous people congregated in the hall, so she was forced to walk out of the building. This wouldn't have been a problem had the woman at the front desk allowed her to leave. Something about him worrying and she should leave a note. "Stupid humans," she growled as she stepped over towards her bed.

Stretching her arms over her head, she yawned, her fatigue catching up with her. Not only had she fallen asleep later, but she'd gotten up early as well. "I pity the poor fool who disturbs my sleep," she said with mock emotion as she dropped onto her bed, curling up next to a pillow and falling asleep.

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"Ahh!" Kyria cried out as she held her hand up to block the light that had flooded the room. "Brightness!" she said as she placed her head on the table and covered her head with her hands. When the light died down, the ice heiress lifted her head slowly, her eyes narrowed. "Could I maybe get a warning next time, Max?" she questioned as she laid eyes on the brunette Angel.

Maximus glanced at the heiress and grinned sheepishly. "Sorry, Kyria." He turned from her and walked towards the kitchen exit. "Oh… I'll give you a forewarning about this," The angel said as he stopped walking and looked over his shoulder. "If you hear a lot of cursing along with some gunshots- grab the heirs and hide."

Kyria raised an eyebrow and nodded slowly. "Thanks, I'll keep that in mind."

With that, Maximus continued on his way towards the Dark Angel's room. He could wait to tell her, but, like Dios said, they were pressed for time. Not to mention, Sonya seemed to have a way with words and always managed to get the information needed and he wanted her to speak with Dios because he knew the creator was leaving things out.

Sighing, he lifted his hand and pounded on the door. 'Five, four, three-' "Whoa!" he exclaimed as the door flew open and a gun shot sailed by, narrowly missing his head. 'She got faster…'

"Maximus, did you not say that you would not disturb me today?" she growled as she re-aimed her gun. "What the hell do you want!"

"I want you to go speak with Dios," he said as he readied himself to jump out of the way of another bullet.

Raising an eyebrow she spoke bluntly, "No."

"Why," he persisted, letting his guard down momentarily.

"I don't do what you want me to do," she snapped as she pressed down on the trigger of her gun, sending another bullet at the Angel. This time, however, Maximus wasn't so lucky. The bullet clipped his ear as he jerked it to the left, trying to out maneuver the speeding piece of metal. The bullet then slammed into the wall, sending a tremor throughout the airship.

The motion of the ship caught the attention of everyone on board. Slowly, the other occupants began to appear in the area. Yuna was the first to make to the area. "Max!" she cried out as she noticed the bit of blood that had dripped onto the floor. "Are you ok?"

The light angel shook out his hand as he healed his ear before he nodded and said, "Fine, milady summoner."

"But you won't be for long," Sonya snapped before she fired a round into the Angel's kneecap.

He winced and fell to the floor as the bullet tore through the skin, destroying the bone underneath it. "Sonya, I have to talk with you about our itinerary," he continued as he held his hand over his knee, trying to heal it before he acquired another wound.

"What could be so important that you needed to wake me from my sleep?" She narrowed her eyes into a glare, warning him that if he had nothing important to say then he was going to be in a lot of pain.

"It's not matters to be openly discussed, dearest," he said slowly, as he took notice of the congregated heirs and company.

"You have to the count of two," she warned as she stepped neared to him, her gun aimed for his head. "One…"

"Saesi air mystaerol shyl shor Dios!" (There is something wrong with Dios) he said quickly, earning a confused look from everyone except Sonya.

The Dark Angel lowered her gun, and looked at him carefully. "Wha…" she stopped speaking when she took notice that the other heirs were still around. Sighing in aggravation she spoke, "Shar pai o tael 'Saesi air mystaerol shyl shor Dios'?" (What do you mean 'There is something wrong with Dios'?)

Slowly getting up from the floor, the brunette angel ran a hand through his hair. "Ai shael sai mi Dios sydae eil ci shar eilol mali. Ci syr ti shi car jhaer sosti sai thol si caes sal shi car syl eil Ai shar kaerol si thaelol ci shar jhaelol mes or." (I went to see Dios today and he was acting strange. He told me we had less time to find the heirs than we had thought and I was getting the feeling he was leaving stuff out.)

"Jhaelol shar col os mes or?" (Leaving what kind of stuff out.) Sonya questioned as she shoved her gun into the waist of her pants.

"Ci shar shael eileroli eirdyr si shyli sydos eil celia tylaer si tylaesarol sai iar." (He was being allusive about the whole topic and quickly moved the conversation to us.) he ran a hand through his brown hair before continuing. "Ci por's jhyl shaer aeraes. Ci maestaer shys or, sosaer." (He didn't look well either. He seemed worn out, tired.)

Sonya remained silent, contemplating the words Maximus was saying to her. The others took this as an opportunity to silently speak amongst themselves.

"Do you understand what they're saying," Ryu whispered to the ice heiress who merely shook her head.

She tilted her head upwards, her brown ponytail falling behind her shoulder. "I have no idea what's going on and trying to follow along is giving me a headache," she admitted as she sent a confused glance towards the two angels.

Everyone was watching the Angels intently. Sonya had gone from murderous rampage to calm in the whole of two minutes and no one was sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing seeing as how they couldn't quite understand what was being said. Though, if the words the Light Angel said had that much of an affect on Sonya, they must have been of a serious matter.

"Ai shor kai sar sai cos" (I will go talk to him) Sonya finally said before she expanded her black wings.

The other stared at her in confusion, not sure what she was going to do and almost afraid to find out. They were surprised to see the soft ebony colored wings wrap around her body frame before the entire area turned black. When once again the light began to filter into the hallway, the heirs took immediate notice that the space Sonya had previously occupied was now empty.

Tidus was the first to speak. "Wh… what was that?" he asked Maximus, confusion evident in the tone he used.

The Angel glanced at him, a hint of amusement in his eyes. "That, my friend, was the forbidden language of the Caesai." He smiled smugly at the confused expressions of the group that surrounded him. "They were a group of people that were banished from this world, sent into exile. Their lifestyle, traditions, and language had been forbidden long ago and are considered to be of the utmost sacrilegious activity one can partake in." He paused momentarily before adding in, "Their story is quite a sad one actually…" He shrugged his shoulders, signifying to the others that he was finished speaking.

Ryu raised an eyebrow as he looked at Maximus curiously. "But if it is forbidden why were you and Sonya just using it?"

The brunette Angel smirked, "That, dear Ryu, is simple." He looked around at the faces of those surrounding him. Not a one had a clue as to what he was getting at. With a roll of his eyes he stated, "So you don't understand." Those words being said, he turned from the group and walked towards his room, leaving the clan with the unsettling feeling that something serious was going on, and they weren't being informed about it.

After a few moment of silence, Gippal took notice of the gaping hole in the wall. "Vilg!" he cried out as he walked over to hole in the wall. He cursed a few times under his breath before he said, "Well we're going to have to head out over to the Thunder Plains now."

Slightly confused, Kyria asked, "I thought the Machine Faction was in Djose?"

"It is," the Machine Faction leader started, "however, the airship parts are made in the Thunder Plains, the lightening bolts prove to be a constant source of energy and makes it easier to manufacture things."

"So, we're going to the Thunder Plains now?" Yuna asked as Gippal started off towards the bridge of the airship. The blond Al Bhed nodded his head without even glancing over his shoulder. "But… " The High Summoner started.

"Sonya can come find us… she made the hole in the wall, so it's her own fault," he said bitterly as he disappeared around a corner.

Kyria looked up at Ryu and scrunched her nose, "Why do I have a feeling this isn't going to go over well with her?"

"Because it's Sonya… and nothing goes over well with her," the dirty blond wind god replied.

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The dark haired Angel shoved her way past the numerous beings that were centralized in Diroho. "Get out of my way," she growled as the people frantically ran around. 'What in the name of Dios is going on here?' she pondered as a lesser being ran into her. Narrowing her emerald eyes she sent the being a silent warning.

"I apologize, mistress Sonya," along with a low bow was the reply to Sonya's glare.

"MIGUEL," Sonya's voice boomed throughout the area. "Where are you, you pathetic ingrate?" An irritated sigh caused the dark angel to turn around and glance in that direction. Without so much as a hello, Sonya lashed into the blond messenger. "Where the hell is Dios, and what the hell is going on around here?"

The blond crossed his arms and glowered at the Angel. "I am not under your jurisdiction, Angel. I don't have to tell you anything."

In the time span it took for Miguel to blink, he found himself thrown through two walls, laying in a pile of rubble, with a smug Sonya standing over him. "What was that, Miguel? I couldn't hear you over the sound of bones breaking…" She extended her arm, grasping the front of the blonde's shirt. Then with little effort she heaved him off the ground and held him in the air. "Where. Is. Dios. I'll not ask you again, Miguel."

The messenger wrapped his hands around Sonya's wrist as a reflex before he said, "He's not here… and I don't know what he's doing."

"Why do I not believe that?" She asked as she slammed him up against the wall. "Tell me, Miguel, what's been going on around here, that dearest Dios has left out in our discussions."

The blond messenger closed his eyes, trying to minimize the throbbing pain in the back of his head. "I… I really," he slowly opened his eyes, immediately locking gazes with the irate angel. Swallowing hard he continued, "I really can't tell you."

"Wrong answer," she hissed as she flipped him over and slammed him down onto the ground. "You know, Maximus and I have been associating with humans, because Dios told us to, that we needed to. Now, we did this without question, but when Maximus comes to me because he thinks something is wrong- we have a problem because I am the last person he would come to for help. Now you are either going to tell me what's going on, get Dios back here and now, or get hurt. Your choice."

Miguel grimaced, that had been painful. He wasn't going to be able to keep withholding information from the Dark Angel, he knew that much, but he didn't want to face Dios' wrath for having divulged that information to her either. "I can try and contact Dios," he finally said, deciding the best way to go about this would be to inform him, and he could deal with her.

"Very well," she said as she released his shirt from her grip and straightened her back. "I'll be waiting in his office," she informed him before she turned her back to him and walked off.

Miguel watched the retreating form of the Angel and scowled at her. 'She always comes at the most inopportune moments…' He shook his head. 'Dios will not be pleased…'

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Sonya plopped herself down in the chair behind the large desk Dios normally talked across. She leaned back and propped her feet up on the desk. 'So this is what it looks like from this side…' She smirked as she thought of all the times she had sat on the other side of this desk getting screamed at.

She deepened her voice and she forced on a stern expression before she said, "Sonya, you can not kill Maximus and other humans, no matter how utterly pitiful they are. I kn-OH!" She jumped, sweeping the desk clear as her legs fell from the desk when the door before her opened and Miguel walked in. "Shit!" she muttered as the papers fell to the floor. Jerking her head in the direction of the door, she narrowed her emerald eyes. "Haven't you ever heard of knocking?" she hissed as she bent forward and started to shuffle the papers together. "What do you want?"

"Dios can't come back now," he told her as his lips turned into a scowl and a look of contempt crossed his features. "He said you can wait for him, or leave." He crossed his arms over his chest and said, "I personally think you should leave."

"Get out," she snapped before she looked back down at the papers she was gathering. He didn't respond, he merely turned his back to her and left the room. "Idiot," she murmured as she lifted the papers from the ground. Tossing the stack of documents onto the desk something caught her eye. "Elemental War…?" Stealing a glance at the door to be sure it was closed, she carefully lifted the cover page and took a peek into the stack of papers.

The entire booklet of papers was documented reports of the ordeal with Gabriella and Hades. As she continued to flip through it she came to the most recent of the reports. Partially reading aloud she muttered, "As the time passes I've come to realize… blah, blah, blah… stronger than expected… less time… fear it may…" She dropped the papers as her expression feel. "Shit…"

She stood abruptly from the chair and ran out the office door. Pushing past Miguel she called over her shoulder, "I'm leaving!"

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A/N: Okies, well hope you enjoyed that small chapter. Please review! To0dles!