Authors Note: After doing some research I have found that the internet is not cooperating with me on finding information about the fates. So I have made up stuff on my own, hopefully not clashing with anyone else's interpretation. And after reading through the past four/five chapters again I realized that I put down two different ages for Soterios. He is right now thirteen. So I will probably end up going back and correcting the mistake of 'fourteen' in the first chapter to take place outside of the movie. Thank you of bearing with me so far on this quest where I had no idea what was going on until I actually sat down to type but knew where it had to end. And I also hope that this chapter helps clear up any problems or holes that have been left in the story. Thank you for all the Reviews for without them I would have been lost on what to do with this chapter.

"I'll survive, Paranoid"

The edge of the tent was lifted by one of the Watchers, and the three of them received their first look at the Prophets. Standing in a risen center of the tent were three women. Or to be politically correct: a girl and two women. Upon getting a good look at the three women, Jeep attempted to sprint towards them. Only to be stopped by one of the winged watchers.

"None may approach the Fates without the proper permission," the Watcher stated. It was the first time any of them had spoken and Jeep almost appeared to be stricken dumb by the sound of his voice. This being the reason neither of the two had spoken.

The Watchers were birthed around 5,632 BC by the present God at the time, whose name has been lost, similarly to that of the race he/she governed. They were created out of the necessity for the protection of the "Omens" more commonly known as the Fates. The Omens were the formless beings of limitless powers, though they had a tendency to govern the foresight. When they arrived on earth the Omens took a liking to the shape of women, seeing as they were and still are the fairer sex. And as such they were prone to attacks.

After the third attempted assassination on the Fates lives, God, created the Watches. They were a combination of many creatures, and would be termed as Chimera. They had the feet of a bird, with talons so sharp that one slice could bring down an entire mountain. The legs of a human, though they were not truly of human origin just based on the design, allowing them to be bipedal while still allowing for great distances to be run. Their body was that of a bull, strong and tough they bore a thick armor made of a metal not of this world or even galaxy. Arms of a gargoyle, which bore wings of a leathery texture, similar in making to that of a bat but with a tough layer of covering that was as strong as unplucked angel wings. The head held a resemblance to a griffin, with longer feathers at the crown of the head that fell to their backs, almost as if it was hair.

Add to the appearance the yellow eyes of a dragon, the ability to breath fire, weapons formed of celestial steel (the weapon of angels) and the breast plates and shoulder pads of the extra terrestrials and you could begin to envision what a Watcher looked like. And if their appearance wasn't intimidating enough, they were given one of the most commanding voices in the world. It was dark and gravely but at the same time smooth, if that was even possible, and made Gabriel's 'I'm-pissed-at-you' voice sound like a little kid trying to talk tough. The voice was created so that no mortal could disobey an order given by the Watchers. The upside to this was Faith was still kinda-sorta a Guardian Angel, seeing as she broke the Council's rules that status probably wouldn't last very long, and God was not so forgiving the second time around. The downside was that Jeep and Soterios were.

On the left was a young girl, probably seven or eight years of age. She had shoulder length chocolate brown hair and silver eyes. She wore a Greek style one shoulder strap dress. It was white in color. Her feet were covered by sandals that looked to be of Greek origin as well. She smiled at Soterios and waved.

Sitting next to the young girl was a teenage woman or young adult. She had auburn hair and deep brown eyes. She looked familiar and when Faith stopped to think about it she realized that she was looking at Audrey. Faith's jaw dropped in shock, how could this be happening? Audrey was dead wasn't she?

But this couldn't be the reason Jeep had made a move to approach. The last woman was. The last Fate was normally in the form of an old crone. She was the wisest and most unforgiving of the three sisters. For today though it appeared as if she had taken a younger form, seeing as she looked like Charlie.

"Is something the matter, Faith?" the Fate with Audrey's face asked. She stepped down from the platform and walked over to the group. As she did so though her form shivered and shifted, like a leaf blowing in the wind. It only settled when she stopped moving and stood in front of Jeep. She smiled coyly, hopping to act on the innocent expression that Audrey wore when she flirted with Kyle back in Paradise Falls.

"It is our form," the Fate with Charlie's face said. She too stepped off the platform and walked over to her sister. Though, when her form changed it shifted completely back and forth between her normal appearance and Charlie's. "The man seems to be upset with mine and…This girl," she gestured at Faith with a now withered hand, "Is either envious of yours or… she dislikes the fact that we are disguising ourselves as their deceased loved ones."

"Sisters, do you not think you have played with them enough?" The young girl asked. She stood from the throne like chair she had been sitting in, her silver eyes ablaze.

"Well dear sister, it seems that Atropos does not like our games." The one with Audrey's appearance said. She moved away from Jeep and back towards her youngest sister. As she did so her form reverted back to its original shape. Her hair grew so that it fell to her waist, her clothing shifted to that of the Greeks to mirror her younger siblings and, when she turned to look to her elder sister, her eyes shifted to the silver of a Goddess.

"Where you have no quarrel with your natural form, Lachesis, I wish to wear this form for a while longer," Clotho stated. She glanced back at Jeep. "That is…as long as someone here does not object?"

"Stop pretending to be her, you son of a bitch!" Jeep yelled. He tried to advance forwards to strike her or something but one of the Watchers grabbed him before he had the chance.

"You dare to insult me, I control your life, you little worm, and if I chose to I could end it this very second," Clotho yelled. Her eyes flashed back to their silver shade.

"Clotho! Calm yourself. This man strikes out in anger at you because you are wearing the form of his wife," Faith said, she was attempting to keep the piece, or at least stop Jeep from being killed. But as Clotho rounded on her, she realized that it was a VERY big mistake.

"I may wear whomevers form I chose," Clotho growled out, her anger was rising and it was also causing her to lose control of her form, with each second it rapidly shifted between the old crone and Charlie until it settled on the old crone.

"What is it that you have come her for?" Atropos asked. She was growing board of these people rather quickly and was ready to just order the Watchers to be rid of them.

"Thirteen years ago Michael, one of God's Arch-Angels, gave Jeep the order of finding the Prophets and learning what these," Faith grabbed Jeep's arm and showed them the tattoos, "mean."

"Ah…I remember these," Lachesis commented as she drifted forward. She took Jeep's arm from Faith and slowly traced her fingers over the black inking. "Yes, I remember them well, for it was I who inscribed them upon Michael's flesh. Oh I can still hear him whimpering in pain. It took a special ink to do this with you know, the reactive heat needed to help guide the bearer in the right direction, and the fact that it was being applied to Angel flesh. Yes, he got these at a very high price indeed."

"Price?" Jeep asked. His voice was cracking as he spoke. "What type of price did he have to pay?"

Lachesis laughed at his remark, "Ah, I have forgotten how much fun it is to play with males sometimes. They are so easily manipulated by just the brush of skin-to-skin contact. It is too bad that Michael paid in full on his visit to us. Judging by your appearance it would be so much fun to watch you squirm for release like he did."

Faith inhaled sharply, attempting to control her anger, "What are you talking about? What did you do to him?"

"Nothing really, I just inscribed the future clues that Atropos told me into his skin like he asked. It was the side effects that got to him in the end, you see not only am I the Goddess of the present for this time but I am also the Goddess of sexuality. And Michael crumbled to it like your friend Jeep is now," Lachesis said, her hands running up and down Jeep's arm as she spoke. "Only he was exposed to my touch fro far longer. And as any of the Heaven-born should know, to long under the hands of the likes of me will have the recipient trapped in a haze of lust so thick that any warm body would do."

It took ever fiber of Faith's being not to reach over and strangle Lachesis for what she was saying. "So his price was to have sex with you, is that what you're saying?" Faith growled out, her teeth clenched in anger and she was barely able to stay still at this point.

"No you silly girl, his payment was allowing me to watch," Lachesis said laughing at her as if she was a child. "What interest would I have in having sex with an Angel? I would lose my status as a Fate and as a Goddess for something like that. No when I was done I sent his back to Heaven. And then watched as he attacked the first person he found there. Sadly it happened to be a man so it wasn't as fun to watch. But seeing as it was Gabriel, now that was an added bonus. Your brother really is a gorgeous creature."

Faith's eyes widened in understanding, Michael had come here to get the tattoos applied and when he was returned to Heaven he had probably gone looking for her. Gabriel had probably ran into him when he was heading for her quarters, as they were located in the same part of the first Heaven, and told him she wasn't around. Unable to tell the difference between her and her twin brother or not really caring in the state he was in, he slept with her brother to diminish the lust. So this whole chain of events was because of Lachesis?

"Now on to the reading," Lachesis said she tightened her grip on Jeep and pulled him over to the platform. "Clotho, this is your job."

The Crone walked forward and pulled Jeep's arm towards her. She pulled his shirt off over his head to be able to see the entire inscription. And she began to turn his arm as she read, "When the world becomes blackened with hatred and sin again, the present God will once more cast his son down to exile and make him mortal. Only this boy bearing the blood of God may save this world, but he will do so at a heavy price. All around him will perish from their present state of being; he will lose everything of meaning for this his one and only cause. Until God is ripped from his throne and cast into the nothingness, forgotten and worshipped no more. But this can only be achieved when man kind's faith is killed. Only then may he choose to ascend to the throne, and take his rightful place as God."

Clotho let go of Jeep's arm and backed away, "You must go to Los Angeles. The place where the attack began, only from that point, where the bridge between heaven and Earth is weakened, may you pass to destroy God's faith."

Atropos motioned to the tent, "You may leave." Jeep, Faith and Soterios went to do so but Lachesis stopped them.

"Not you Faith, we need to speak to you," Lachesis said. Faith turned and motioned for Jeep and Soterios to go.

"Go find Alchenam, he'll get you guys to a safe place," Faith told them. The tent was silent until they left. It was only after that the Fates spoke.

"You know what must be done?" Lachesis asked. Faith nodded. She knew what she was talking about. "You and Michael knew this day would come and the two of you are prepared. Gabriel would have known if he paid as much attention as you did. But you will die on this present path if you are not given the tools to survive. You will never reach him, and Soterios will fail."

Faith nodded, "What are you proposing?"

"You must know what happened so that you may understand who your enemy is," Clotho said. She walked over to Faith and before she could react she placed a hand over Faith's eyes.

The room went black and then Faith was surrounded in blinding light. She tried not to panic, her breathing calmed and she concentrated on the things she was still able to control. Which was very little. She knew of what was happening but she had never experienced this before. Clotho was transporting her mind to the past to observe what happened in key events of her life that she hadn't seen all of prior. Sorta like the Ghost of Christmas past in A Christmas Carol.

The light cut off and Faith found herself standing in front of her brother's door. Not his room door the door to the house type of place where the lived before she was sent to Earth.

A crash echoed inside and Faith pushed through the door, she first tried to open it like a normal person but her hand fazed through the doorknob so that was out. Inside Michael was stumbling around as he made his way to her and her brother's rooms. She followed him and watched as Gabriel came running out of his room to see what was the matter with his friend.

"Michael, Are you okay?" he asked. He placed a hand on Michael's shoulder to help steady him. Michael nodded and almost collapsed onto Gabriel. Slowly he pushed himself back to his feet and balanced himself by placing his hands on Gabriel's shoulders.

"Where is Faith?" Michael asked. And immediately Faith knew what was wrong, he had just returned from seeing the Fates.

"She's not here; she probably won't be for another few hours. Michael, what's wrong?" Gabriel was concerned. His friend was acting strangely and asking for his sister. Something was going on.

"Fuck," Michael groaned out. Gabriel's eyes widened, something was very wrong. "I need her now, not…later." Michael looked up at Gabriel, eyes wide in realization. "You smell good,"

Gabriel nearly jumped out of his skin when Michael began to rub his nose into his neck. "Michael, what are you doing?"

Michael stopped and smiled up at Gabriel, "This!" He growled out. With as much force as he could muster, Michael shoved Gabriel into the open door to his part of the palace. Using the fact that Gabriel was already off center, Michael pushed him again. Gabriel almost fell into his room and whipped out on the bed.

Michael smiled and followed him in shutting the door. "Your mine, Gabriel! All mine." Michael began pulling the he wore when he mingled with the humans off and threw it over his shoulder. He quickly removed his belt as he walked to the bed and let his pants slide down his hips. Getting Gabriel undressed was simple, all he had to do was remove the back robe.

Faith shut her eyes and looked away, "I don't want to see this."

"Father, I have some very disturbing news to tell you." Faith opened her eyes again. She was in Gods throne room. Uriel was kneeling before him. What was going on?

"What is it Uriel?" God asked he motioned for Uriel to rise.

"It is Faith, my father. She…she is planning an uprising. She wishes to dethrone you. She wants to be God. And she plans on using your followers to do so," Uriel stated. Faith watched and moved closer.

"We must banish her," god said. He rose from his throne to walk over to the doors but Uriel stopped him.

"Banish? Father she must be killed, if we put an end to her now then…"

"We can not. If she dies a disaster far worse then the one she is planning will take place. If she is banished to Earth then she will be unable to do anything, and she will be safe there."

"Father, she will be far safe elsewhere. If she is to be banished place her in Hell."

God's eyes widened, "No!" he yelled. "If she goes to Hell, then Samael will kill her."

"And if she is banished then her brother and her lover will help her."

"I will erase her memory. And I will take her voice so that she will be unable to influence anyone else."

"Yes Father." Uriel left and Azreal appeared.

"You wished to see me father?" Azreal asked.

"Yes, Faith needs to be dealt with, I need you to strip her of her wings, erase her memory and drop her on to Earth."

"Yes Father."

It was because of Uriel that she was banished, his lie. The room shifted, she was standing in the wrecked dinner of Gabriel was standing over Michael. He was talking but at a whisper that she couldn't hear. Michael inhaled one last time and vanished. Faith did with him.

They reappeared in Gods throne room. "Father!" Michael yelled out. God appeared in the room on his throne and looked down at Michael.

Unlike Uriel he was not kneeling. "You disappoint me Michael, not only did you disobey my order but you also conversed with Faith. If it was not for your loyal Nature you would be in Hell with Samael. What do you have to say for yourself?" God asked.

"Because you need the humans. With out them you will fade from existence. You need them, Father, and you will realize this. But I don't want it to be too late." Michael said. His anger was dissipating; it always did when he was around God.

God sighed, Michael wouldn't give in. He thought he had the right idea but he was far from right. He didn't need that boy, nor did he need the humans. The only person he needed to keep on being the Supreme Being in the world. But he needed something to tide him over. He needed to give the 'good' dog a treat, "So what do you want?"

Michael inhaled sharply, his wings unfurling, he hadn't been expecting this. "I want Faith's Guardian ship restored," he said without thinking. He needed Faith back in Heaven even if it cost him being restored to an Archangel.

"Fine, it's done but you are not allowed anywhere near that child," God said, he brought a hand up to cover his eyes and ran it over his face. He motioned with his hand for Michael to leave. Michael turned to leave when God stopped him.

"Michael," God called. Michael turned around. "I want you to go get Gabriel. Bring him back here so that I may discus his actions with him."

"Yes Father." And with that Michael left.

"Now I understand why no other Gods prior separated their faith from within. It's far too much trouble to deal with," he muttered to himself as he waited for Michael to bring Gabriel back to him.

Faith waited for something to happen. But it seemed like Michael was taking forever to bring Gabriel back. She realized why when Uriel walked in. He looked different then the first time he arrived. When he was discussing her banishment his hair was back in a pony-tail, the style he wore when he was sent to patrol the bridge between Heaven and Hell. Now his hair was lose and flowing. Something was up.

"How much longer do you plan to allow Faith to play these games?" Uriel demanded as he stormed into the room. "Thirteen years, you have allowed this to go on. You have allowed Michael to strut around the halls of this place as if he did the world a huge favor. You wanted the human race destroyed, why have you allowed them to limp around like a lame animal. Put it down and out of its misery."

"We can't, as long as Faith is still covering that boy we can not move in to kill him. If you can get her away from them, then the dogs can move in and eradicate the infestation. Do whatever you deem necessary to get her away from them," God said. His fingers were laced together and he seemed to be thinking hard.

"Father," Uriel started. "What if, we put through an evaluation on the kid, Soterios was his name right? Get her away from him, the guard will fall."

"Yes. You have my full permission," God said, he looked at Uriel, a smile graced his features. "We need to have a meeting, to convince Gabriel and Michael that Faith is in the wrong."

"Yes Father," Uriel said. He bowed and walked out of the room.

Faith blinked in shock. This couldn't be, no way in Hell was this possible. The bright light from before surrounded her and Faith found herself back in the tent of the Fates.

"Now you know," Clotho said. She walked over to her throne and made her way back to Faith with a small bundle in her hands. "But knowing what has happened will not be enough, you will need these."

Faith took the small bundle and unwrapped it. Inside were two celestial knives. "You can't be serious?" Faith asked the Fates in shock. She knew this day would come but she didn't expect it to be now. Or at this price.