(AN) AUTHOR'S NOTES: Again another deep apply to many whom were wondering where the activity has been, this part took longer than we both thought in finishing up. After this from what dragonwriter24cmf says the remaining five chapters should be easier and less stressful to produce. I really want to finish up this story soon before the summer is over so I can see what guys want us to do next from the poll results ^^

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Uh...yeah...so...this took forever, and it's really long. Still, I hope it does justice to the battles, and the characters involved. Enjoy.


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Notice: Trinity Blood War Continuum takes place one month after the events from the anime's finale episode 24 along with some elements, characters and things that will be used and taken from both manga's Rage against the Moons (RAM), Reborn on the Mars (ROM). In addition to some spoilers from stories untold notes left by Yoshida Sunao which he intended to finish off the manga series supposedly. Basically 50/50 will be used on both the anime and manga to those whom are more familiar with manga then others will see this implants as the story develops. Trinity Blood is set in a post-apocalyptic world where the Roman Catholic Church/the Vatican is portrayed as a military and spiritual power. The series also strongly implies major and controversial changes in the Church of present reality, such as women being bishops, cardinals as well as romantic relationships and marriages between members of the clergy. If this disturbs you of form or shape of or on imagination then do not read this story.


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Trinity Blood: War Continuum - Chapter Thirty-Four: Part three– Long Lost Love

Esther spent most of the journey sleeping, at Lilith's suggestion. She spent the rest of it thinking, trying to remember what she could. She knew, from history lessons, that the Pope's name was Grigori, though she couldn't remember what number pope he was, nor how many popes had carried the name before or after him. A quick amount of figuring gave her the idea that he might be somewhere between the three hundred sixtieth and the three hundred seventy-fifth pope. Other than that...well, most popes were older than the one she'd served in her own time. She recalled that Alessandro's election to the office had been under special circumstances. But she really had no idea what to expect.

Hopefully, she'd remain Lilith's assistant, and they wouldn't ask her too many questions. However, if she was asked, she'd say she'd been raised in a church in one of the more Eastern areas, that the woman who had acted as her guardian had been killed, as had the priest who had helped her afterward, and that Lilith had rescued her from one of the other commanders. Hopefully, that would be enough.

Esther swallowed. Answering questions was the easy part. As for the rest...her mind wandered over all the history she'd read, all the legends from the time of the wars, trying to remember as much as she could. She knew there were a number of saints from that time period, but she couldn't remember all of them. Istvan...something about electricity. That's right. The patron saint of Istvan supposedly manifested electricity with his hands. And in Carthage...Saint Elissa saved the city, and defeated the Methuselah in battle. And wasn't there someone in Barcelona, or something? And...there was the pope, and the Nia Sancta, prophetess and warrior, who helped His Holiness.

Esther struggled to hold back a sigh of frustration. She knew there was more, but...it had all been so long ago. She knew nothing but myths and legends. And yet...she was about to live them.

"Esther?" Lilith's soft voice startled her from her thoughts.

"Yes?" She turned in her seat, looking at her companion.

"We'll be at the Vatican soon. Within the hour." Esther blinked. She'd been too lost in her thoughts. Then Lilith looked at her, the golden eyes solemn. "Are you all right?"

"Yes." Esther took a deep breath. "It's just...I'm trying to remember, but...I really don't have a lot of information."

"You're concerned. About changing things."

"Yes." Esther swallowed hard, trying to get her thoughts in order.

"Don't worry. I'm sure you'll do all right." Lilith gave her a quick, encouraging smile. "Just stay with me, and stick to what you know. I have faith that everything will turn out as it's meant to."

"Yes." Esther felt her voice drop. "You're right." She lifted her hand to the locket she wore, and the cross she wore as well. I just have to have faith...

They landed in the Vatican airfield at dusk. Santiago and Devon were waiting for them as Lilith and Esther exited their vessel. The younger man bowed. "Lady Lilith, His Holiness is waiting for you." He hesitated. "We apologize for rushing you this way, however..."

"It is an emergency. The Enemy of the World is a dangerous opponent." Lilith inclined her head. "As long as His Holiness is not offended by my current state, then I have no reason to protest."

Devon nodded. "His Holiness understands the long and difficult journey you have made." He held out a hand. "Please...this way."

Esther found herself looking around as the two men led them into the Vatican. She'd come this way a dozen times or more, in her own time, after several missions but...it looked so different. The great cross that in her time hung suspended above the church hadn't been erected. Some buildings she recognized, some she didn't. There were fewer statues than she recalled. Esther took notes as they made their way through the corridors, trying to commit the details to memory. She didn't want to mention something from her own time that wasn't in this one. At best, people would think she was hallucinating. At worst...someone would guess.

Finally, they stopped by a door that Esther thought she remembered. The door to the Vatican Council Chamber. She'd never been inside, though. As a sister, she hadn't had the rank. And she'd never visited here in an official capacity as the queen. Esther heaved a small sigh of relief. At least in this room, she'd have no memories to confuse her.

The doors opened, revealing three thrones at the far end of the room, all occupied. Esther recognized the silver and white raiment of the Pope, and the crimson of the senior cardinals, heads of the Vatican secular affairs. Two priests dressed in dark robes and half-armor stood beside two columns, which she thought might contain computers. Both were men, bare-headed and stern looking. Around the edges of the room sat several other men, and one or two women, all dressed similarly to their two escorts, though in much finer clothing. Esther made note of them, guessing they were other cardinals. She vaguely recalled that in her own time, the senior council of the pope was made up of only cardinals for the various regions. She wondered if there were people here representing the places that had already been destroyed. She shook the thought away, and turned her attention to the Pope.

He was older, but not elderly. In fact, he didn't look much older than the Professor's age, in his mid-forties perhaps. The robes made it difficult to tell his physical build, but his face was angular, and she suspected, given the width of the shoulders under the garments, that he was somewhat stocky. The hair was dark, streaked with gray, adding an air of authority to him. His eyes reminded her of somewhat of Vaclav's, dark and determined, though with an edge of steel that somehow seemed more like Brother Petros. A sharp, intelligent gaze. Her overall impression was one of a strong, solid leader, well-used to his authority, and wielding an intelligence to match his presence.

Arch-bishop Devon led them forward, then sank to one knee. Lilith and Esther followed suit. "You Holiness, may I present Lady Lilith Sahl."

"Rise." The voice was deep, somewhere lingering between bass and baritone. There was tension in that tone, but at least he sounded reasonable, and almost friendly. It was what Lady Caterina would have called a reserved, conversational tone. The three of them rose to their feet. The Pope regarded Lilith a moment, then turned his gaze to their two escorts. "You may go."

"Yes, Holiness." Devon bowed, then turned and left, Santiago in his wake.

The Pope waited until the doors shut behind them, then turned his gaze back to Lilith. "You know who I am."

Lilith inclined her head respectfully. "You are the current Pope, leader of the Vatican. Pope..."

"This is His Holiness, the 365th Pope, Grigori the First." The Cardinal on the left rose.

Lilith nodded. "As your Arch-bishop introduced, I am Lilith Sahl. And this is my assistant, Esther Blanchett."

"Yes. We've heard reports of you." The Cardinal on the left rose, his gaze forbidding. Esther swallowed. In her own time, that seat had been occupied by the leader of the Inquisition. "Rather interesting reports, in fact." He gestured to one of the computer towers. "There is no report of a Lilith Sahl in Vatican records. Perhaps you might tell us exactly where you come from."

"From the Eastern area. What was once the Indo-Eurasian Alliance." Lilith tensed, ever so slightly. "Almost two months ago, the Enemy of the World destroyed the place where I was born."

"I see. And how is it that you managed to escape, you and the refugees who appeared in Albion?" There was a sharpness in the man's tone, a dangerous edge that Esther felt she recognized from hearing Francesco question people. She tensed, resisting the urge to leap forward and challenge the man.

"I was not there." Lilith's voice was low, soft, utterly controlled, but Esther heard the tension in it and knew she'd sensed the same dangerous edge to the man's voice. "The Eastern area was once my home, however..."

She turned her attention to the Pope, then abruptly dropped gracefully into kneeling position again. "You have asked who I am, Holiness. I am Commander Lilith Sahl, formerly of the Red Mars Project, whose other members leaders are now known to you as the Enemies of the World."

"Then you admit that you are also an enemy."

"No." Lilith raised her head to meet the pope's gaze. "I left their company. I do not believe in the path they have chosen."

"Why?" Grigori leaned forward in his seat. "Why would you betray your own people for others?"

Esther saw the pain on Lilith's face. "This world is my home, and I love it, regardless of what they may think. I will not stand by and see it, nor the human race destroyed by a madman's whim." She closed her eyes briefly. "I knew him once, the one who is this world's enemy. He is now insane, beyond all reason. I will not permit such madness to destroy everything and everyone I hold dear. So...instead, I have come to protect humans. To help you."

"Then you are prepared to go to battle, even if it means facing those you called compatriots?" That question held a clear challenge.

"I am. As a matter of fact, Holiness, I intend to offer my services in battle especially against them." She rose to her feet, still holding Grigori's gaze. "The Enemy of the World, and the one they call the Black Angel, the Destroyer...I would ask your blessing to meet them in battle."

"So the rumors are true?" Grigori studied her. "They say that in Albion, the Destroyer was met by another, a dark savior who bore the sun against him."

Lilith smiled, though it didn't reach her eyes. "An exaggeration Holiness, however...I can combat them on their own terms, if that is what you wish to know."

"And you will give the Vatican the benefit of your knowledge in our combat? You will tell us their weaknesses?"

"I cannot tell you the weaknesses of the Enemy of the World, however...I will aid you, and teach you all I can."

"Very well." Grigori's words cut through the protest the other man was about to make. "The Vatican accepts your assistance. But know...betray us, and we will not hesitate to destroy you."

"Holiness, you...if word gets out that we've accepted help from one of them..." The other cardinal had risen to his feet, with a quick glare at Lilith and Esther. "We won't be able to maintain even the tenuous control we have over the situation. The secular governments that remain will most certainly withdraw their assistance. They may even turn on us as traitors."

"Precisely why I do not intend to let them know that we are receiving such help." The pope's voice was stern. It startled Esther. She was so used to Alessandro, the shy young boy pope. This man was a completely different sort of leader, fully in charge and, she suspected, as ruthless and educated in politics as the men who served him.

"Then what shall we do, Holiness?" That question came from one of the men sitting to the side.

"Holiness...I think it would be prudent to see a demonstration of the information and power our guest claims to have." That was from the one Esther thought was the Minister of Foreign Affairs.

"He's right. Until we know exactly what kind of support she's willing to give us..."

Esther tuned out the rest of the sentence. She'd heard a thousand like it from the Cardinal di Medici. Besides...she thought she knew the outcome of this argument. In her own time, Lilith was spoken of as the Nia Sancta, the Dark Holy Woman.

"Holiness..." Lilith's soft voice penetrated Esther's thoughts. The Cardinals stopped arguing. Lilith met their eyes, then spoke again. "Holiness...I cannot assist you unless I know what your plans are or, at the very least, what assistance you feel you need."

The smallest of smiles touched Grigori's mouth. "Naturally. In that case...Cardinal, please acquaint our guest with the situation."

After a moment, the man on the left nodded. "At present, there's nothing left beyond the desert in the east. As best as we can determine, everything has been destroyed. Beyond that, critical cities in several locations have been attacked. Berlin was completely annihilated. Amsterdam, Istvan, Barcelona...even as far as Venice, all these cities have taken heavy damage. Rome has not yet seen a direct attack, however, we are concerned. There have been no attacks from their main ship since the destruction of Constantinople, and we aren't sure what they're planning. At present, we've detected a fleet of perhaps a hundred fighting vessels. Our primary concern however, is their leaders. Primarily, the two they call the Contra Mundi...Enemy of the World. So far, we've registered two men, although, some reports indicate there is a third among them, a young girl."

"I see." Lilith seemed to consider. "The actual count of fighting vessels should be 155, including the ones that are damaged. Also perhaps 50 smaller, lightweight craft that can be used for personal missions. As for the main ship...the weapons systems were disabled before my departure. There will be no further attacks from the flagship. Concerning the Enemy of the World...there is a young girl leading a part of their forces, however, she is unlikely to reach the front line. Of the other two...you're most likely to see the one called the Destroyer. He has the greatest experience in combat and field attacks. However, his compatriot is far more dangerous."

"The other man has only been sighted once or twice, in Berlin and one other location."

"He is their leader. He will take the field only on a whim. However..." Lilith sighed. "From my experience, the dark one can be reasoned with. The other..." Esther saw the distant, pained expression in her eyes. "His madness is total. You cannot reason, nor declare truce. His goal is to destroy this world, burn it to ashes."

"Can he be stopped? Defeated?" The Inquisitorial commander looked thoughtful. "If he is their leader, and we could incapacitate him..."

Lilith shook her head. "I fear that is a feat most likely to be beyond even my ability. Your entire army would be child's play to that man. His power is immense. Besides...at this time, you would have to face the other two first. Do you truly wish to wager your fleet's chances against the one you call Destroyer?"

The man winced. "Our last encounter with him cost us six battleships."

Lilith nodded. "Albion currently possesses information on the technology the Returning use, and Her Majesty is willing to trade with you. With Albion's assistance, you can upgrade the weapons on your fleet, and that will give you more evenly matched armies. However, in the meantime, I would be willing to assist you in that area as well. There are some modifications I can help you make."

The cardinal clenched his jaw. "We need a way to regain our cities, and to negate their power in hand to hand combat!"

Lilith nodded. "I'll need to see the strategic situations for each city, in detail. However, as for the other matter..." She hesitated, and Esther saw the quick flash of pain and sorrow in her gaze. "Bring the battle to them in daylight, my lords. Silver and sunlight are your weapons. Either one will weaken them, save for the three leaders. I can also tell you what powers they possess. Many Methuselah possess different abilities. I have studied all of them."

Pope Grigori studied the two of them a moment, then nodded. "Your information shall be passed on. We shall see if it proves helpful. However..." A slow, grim smile touched his mouth. "I believe you may be very useful to us indeed, Lady Lilith Sahl." he regarded them a moment longer, then lifted his hand in dismissal. "You will go with one of our Inquisitors, and tell them all you know of these varying abilities the vampires possess, that you have such knowledge of. In the meantime, accommodations will be arranged for you."

"Thank you, Holiness." Lilith swept him a curtsey and a bow, Esther only a breath behind. They both turned to find one of the two priests from the computer consoles standing by the door, waiting. With a final bow, they were ushered from the Pope's presence.

Esther took a deep breath as they stepped into the hallway. Despite her conviction that everything would be all right, and her knowledge of the future, she'd still been half afraid that the Pope would order them arrested and interrogated. She took another breath, willing herself to relax.

The room they were ushered to was a small one, only a table and two chairs. Lilith settled into one chair, the priest into another. Esther went immediately to stand behind Lilith's chair, taking the position she'd seen AX members take with Lady Caterina.

The priest began to ask questions. Esther listened with half an ear, her mind wandering as Lilith gave her answers. She was relieved there were no chains, nor even fasteners on the walls. And the questions themselves were straightforward. There was some about Lilith's past, one or two about Esther, which the red-haired Crusnik answered, and more about Lilith's abilities and requirements. From there it moved to a detailed examination of her knowledge of the Methuselah, or vampires.

Esther let her attention wander. She'd seen a lot of different Methuselah capabilities. The most dangerous that she knew of were the fire casters, and possibly the acid users. But...she'd been trained, and she had no doubt Lilith would be a formidable protector. Instead, she racked her mind for any memories, milestones she could use to determine where they were in the time line.

Father said... For some reason, it was easier to think of Abel and Father Nightroad as two separate people. Esther swallowed, feeling her throat tighten at the thought, then resolutely shoved it away. Father said...Istvan was restored. And some of the other border towns. And Carthage. Didn't he say Carthage was the key? And, at some point...he and Seth will both... Her thoughts froze. She didn't want to think about what Seth and Abel were doing now. Nor what it would lead to. Determinedly, she focused her mind on the things she knew. Istvan would be repaired. Carthage would be rescued, and protected by the Ibilis. Somewhere around that point, Abel and Seth would begin to back down. And then Cain...she tightened her fists, helpless fear making her stomach knot. I...even if I need to preserve my time, even if...even if it's the right thing to do...can I really... Her gaze slipped to the red-haired woman, still answering questions at the table. Oh Lord, is it really right to sacrifice a person who helped me so much, just to preserve my own time. Even though I know it may endanger so many...how can this be the correct thing to do? She bowed her head in silent prayer. Please Lord, guide me, that I may do what must be done, and give me the strength to do it.

The scraping of chairs jerked her out of her thoughts. Both Lilith and the Inquisitor were rising to their feet. The priest folded his notebook with a look of satisfaction. "I will convey this information to His Grace and His Holiness. In the meantime, the Vatican will provide you with guest quarters." He strode to the door and opened it, then gestured. "This way."

Esther followed apprehensively, but the room they were led to was one she recognized as novice quarters. Two beds, desks, and a small bathroom, with a shared chest of drawers. It was almost exactly what she remembered growing up with, although it was slightly bigger than the rooms she'd had. More like the rooms they'd given guests who sought sanctuary or religious retreat. She felt her shoulders relax from relief as the priest shut the door.

Lilith sighed as well, stretching. Her gaze flitted around the room, her fingers trailing across the top of the drawers and the desk. "It seems we are not prisoners, at least."

"No." Esther shook her head. "Where I was raised...these are actually like the rooms we gave to people seeking sanctuary, or advice. It could be much worse."

"Indeed." A sad smile touched Lilith's mouth. "I had half-expected a jail cell. However, I suppose that bringing information and aid against the enemy counts for something."

Esther saw the sadness in her eyes. "You seem...upset."

Lilith sighed again, turning away as if she were looking out a window, though there was none in the room. "When I was young, I often wished to see the Vatican. I did not think it would be like this."

"No." Esther swallowed, remembering her own first time in Rome. The presence of Abel and Tres and Noelle had helped, but...there was a part of her that had grieved, to have made the trip without Bishop Laura. With a start, she remembered how the bishop had spoken of bringing her to Rome at her coming of age, so she could become a full Sister, with the bishop as her sponsor. But Laura Vitez, hadn't lived that long. Instead, it had been Abel...Father Nightroad, who'd sponsored her. And instead of becoming a Sister of Saint Matthias in Istvan at the age of eighteen, she'd become a Sister of the AX at sixteen, under special dispensation, and the queen of Albion just after her seventeenth birthday. "No. It wasn't how I imagined my first time either."

Lilith sighed again, then turned to look at her, sorrow and pain in the golden eyes. "This...it isn't easy, is it? To come here...for this purpose." She looked away, her hands clenching into fists. "I cannot permit Abel to continue as he has done, and yet...even knowing what I do must be done...I feel as though I betray him."

"I think I understand. I feel the same way. But still...I think it might be worse later, if we didn't do this." Esther felt a lump in her throat. She found herself thinking, not just of Abel, but of Lilith. Of what was going to happen. She took a deep breath, trying to force it away. "Regardless, I think all we can do now is wait."

"That is true." Lilith paused for a moment, then released a long, slow sigh. "Very well. Then we will wait, and see what destiny the Lord has in hand for us."

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The next hours, or days if Esther guessed correctly, went by extremely slowly, at least for her. One member of the Vatican brought in the bags they'd both packed, allowing them to change into less formal clothing. They were served simple meals, at what seemed like regular intervals, and otherwise left alone.

Esther felt as if she would go mad with waiting. She wanted to rush out and find Abel. She wanted to try to stop the battles. She'd thought trying to live with her thoughts while helping sort out the Underground was hard. The waiting in their room was worse. She would have given just about anything for a clock, or at least a window. She felt restless, more like a prisoner than a guest.

Lilith, for her part, managed to look serene and calm, but Esther knew the waiting was wearing on her too. Her shoulders underneath the sari were tense, her eyes frequently distant and haunted. Neither of them felt like speaking much. Instead, Esther wrote in a journal she'd picked up, or read the battered Bible she found by the desk. Lilith also wrote or read, or simply rested, lost in thought.

They were cleaning the fourth set of what Esther thought were dinner dishes when the Inquisition priest returned. "His Holiness wishes to see you. Please change and accompany me."

"Of course." Lilith nodded as he stepped back through the door, then turned to pull out her formal sari.

Changing took both of them less than half an hour. Esther found herself smoothing imaginary creases from her dress as they followed the priest through the halls. She knew they weren't being taken as prisoners. Otherwise, they wouldn't be seeing the pope, nor would they have been given time to change. But she couldn't help feeling nervous. She watched Lilith, striding forward with her usual serene expression, and wondered how the other woman managed to pull it off.

The priest escorted them back to the council room, then led them inside. Esther swallowed hard. The entire papal council was there, with the Pope and the two cardinals seated at the far end of the room.

Lilith stepped forward and curtseyed. "Holiness. You requested my presence?"

"I have." Grigori motioned them to come forward. "We've tested the information you presented us with, and it is very useful. In our last confrontation, we were able to stall the enemy, and even push him back."

Lilith inclined her head. "I am glad, Holiness, that I was able to be of service."

Grigori watched her a moment, then spoke again. "My Council believes, now that we can withstand the enemy to some degree, that we should begin taking back the cities they have laid waste to."

Lilith nodded. "If you would have my advice, then form a barrier, Holiness. Form a front line in which to face him."

"Holiness..." The head of the Inquisition was rising from his seat. "If her information is good enough to allow us to take back our cities, then our first move should be to restore the major capitals. We have lost Barcelona, Amsterdam and Berlin. Let us take them back, and then press outwards."

"No, Your Grace." Lilith shook her head. "Barcelona you may rebuild, if you are determined enough, but any army you send to Berlin will be reduced to ashes, and not even my knowledge will protect you. Berlin...the Contra Mundi once claimed it as his home, and he will permit no one to hold it, save he."

"Barcelona then. You believe it may be restored?" The other Cardinal rose.

"It is possible. However, without border protection, it may fall again."

"Still, Barcelona would give us a major city in the South. And for the North...Amsterdam is a good location to start."

"If I may suggest, Holiness..." Lilith inclined her head. "Istvan would be easiest to restore, and its resources can then be used to support the repairs and restructuring of the Amsterdam area." She moved forward. "Istvan houses a power station, connected to a satellite. Activated and focused, it will provide power for the entire city, and beyond if possible."

"Istvan is a border city, barely even within Vatican control in the first place! If we're going to move on the offensive, we should be striving to retake our major cities!" The Inquisitor was on his feet.

Esther felt her shoulders knot up at the dismissal of her home town as nothing but a border town. She'd always wondered how the Marquis had gotten such a strong foothold, and why the town seemed so...neglected. Now she understood how it had happened. She wanted to shout at them, to tell them not to dismiss it. But...she was only Lilith's assistant. She couldn't afford to attract too much notice. Besides...if her city wasn't a border city, if the Methuselah presence hadn't become so strong...Abel might not have come. And certainly, she'd have never discovered the questions that had led her to becoming a member of the AX, Abel's friend, or the Queen of Albion.

Bishop Laura probably wouldn't have died. Esther bit her lip, fighting back tears. If Istvan hadn't been deemed unimportant, except as a border town, then her guardian would have lived. But she never would have left, never would have joined the man she knew as Father Nightroad. Much as she wanted to scream at them for discounting her home, she knew this was a part of the past that couldn't be changed.

"Enough." Pope Grigori's voice cut through the discussion, startling her out of her thoughts. "All your assessments are valid." He paused, then turned his gaze to Lilith. "You say you can recover Istvan?"

"Yes Holiness." Lilith nodded decisively. "There is an electrical relay satellite connected to Istvan. I should be able to awaken it and bring it online. It would provide power for the entire city. And if a proper network is formed, possibly several other cities as well. There is a chance the whole northeastern border could be revived."

"Very well. I shall send you to Istvan. We have a minimal presence in the city, therefore, the Vatican will provide someone to escort and introduce you."

One of the cardinals sitting on the sidelines spoke. "Arch-bishop Devon is proficient in matters of technology, and currently has no assignment. He is also somewhat familiar with the area. I believe it is where he served during his training as a priest. He is a well-proven servant of God as well."

The pope nodded. "Noted. We shall send Arch-bishop Devon with our Dark Lady and her assistant." He turned to the Minister of Foreign Affairs. "See to it that preparations for the journey are made as soon as possible."

The man frowned in thought. "We can have a ship prepared by tomorrow evening. However, and escort will take longer to arrange."

Lilith shook her head. "Holiness, an escort will only draw attention, and inform the Contra Mundi of our plans."

"That is a valid point." The Inquisitor shifted, looking between Lilith and the pope. "Holiness, we don't even know if this mission has a chance of succeeding. I recommend we let the arch-bishop and these two handle the matter on their own, while we concentrate on maintaining our defense and retaking what ground we can."

Grigori nodded. "Your advice is noted." He paused, then turned to the others. "Tell Arch-bishop Devon he is to prepare for a journey immediately. He, Lady Lilith, and her assistant will leave tomorrow for Istvan." He turned, and gave Lilith a grave nod. "I pray for your success, Dark Lady."

"Thank you, Holiness." Lilith bowed her head, then cast her gaze around the room, bowed once more. "I await your summons." Then she turned and left the Council room, Esther following behind her.

One of the door guards to the council room escorted them back to their rooms. Esther barely noticed. Her mind was spinning with too many thoughts.

They were going to Istvan. She knew it wouldn't be her home, that none of the people she knew would be there, and yet...the thought of the familiar town, and all the memories it held...memories of Bishop Laura, beside memories of Abel, and a hundred other faces. The place where she'd grown up, where Dietrich had been her friend, where she'd first met the man she'd come to love...Esther felt her stomach clench at the thought of confronting Abel in Istvan. She wasn't sure she'd be able to handle it.

"Esther?" Lilith's startled question broke her train of thoughts. With a start, she realized that she was standing outside their room, and the red-haired Crusnik was holding the door for her.

"Sorry. I just...I was just thinking." Esther felt herself blushing as she stepped into the room and watched Lilith shut the door.

"You seemed...upset." The tone was gentle, hesitant, inviting her to speak if she wanted to.

"Well, it's just Istvan..." Esther swallowed. "I grew up there. At the church orphanage. That's where I was raised, and where I met the Father..." She trailed off. "I suppose I have a lot of memories there. And going back now..."

"Ah." Understanding colored Lilith's tone. "It will be difficult." She moved then, and laid a gentle hand on Esther's shoulder. "If you wish, I can tell His Holiness you wish to stay behind. I'm sure we can come up with something, a reason for you to remain here."

Esther shook her head. "No. I...it is a bit troublesome, but you might need my help. After all, neither you nor Arch-bishop Devon is familiar with the ground, right? You'll need someone who can guide you."

Lilith smiled. "That is true." Then, to Esther's surprise, she found herself enveloped in a warm, gentle embrace. "You're very brave, Esther. I'm glad to have you with me."

Esther blinked. "Oh, I..." For a moment, she couldn't think of anything to say. Then she sighed. "You're welcome. But really, I don't think I'm really that brave at all."

Lilith laughed again, so like the Abel Esther knew it made her heart ache. "Well, I think you underestimate yourself. However..." She released her. "I suppose we both need to pack, if we're to leave tomorrow. And we should rest."

The rest of the evening was quiet. Neither of them had all that much to pack or prepare. Esther packed a couple changes of clothing, checked her weapons, and went to bed. In spite of the edginess that consumed her thoughts, she fell asleep quickly.

She spent the next day waiting, trying not to pace with tension. As much as she dreaded returning to Istvan, the waiting made her feel tense, strained. She glanced at Lilith. The other woman looked composed, her posture relaxed, but there was a tension in her face that Esther recognized, and she wasn't reading the book that lay open on her lap.

Esther took a deep breath, trying to calm her nerves. Really, it's no different than any mission with the AX. And Father...he wasn't always my partner. Honestly, I've had plenty of difficult missions before. And the last time I was in Istvan...everything that happened...I managed all right. It's really no different. The reminder served to calm some of the butterflies in her stomach, though her nerves were still humming with tension. She took another glance at Lilith. It's strange. She looks just as nervous as I feel.

She knew Lilith had to be struggling. After all, she was defying her own friends and family. Everyone she knew and cared for, or almost, was on the opposing side. Esther frowned as a thought occurred to her. "Ummm...can I ask you something?"

Lilith blinked, turned to look at her. "Of course."

Esther swallowed. "Last night...you told the council that we needed to form a border. But...if they have ships..."

"Ah. A border, or a line of defense, marks a clear boundary. It's both symbolic and an actual line of defense, far easier to maintain than several separate cities." Lilith sighed. "I know how Abel and Cain were trained. Form a line of defense, and they will attack it. If we can convince them to focus their attention there, then the Terrans will have a greater opportunity to rebuild their cities."

"I see. That makes sense." She dimly recalled Abel and Cain, discussing the border cities they should target, and in what order, when she'd arrived on the ARK. The memory of that discussion still made her stomach lurch, though she was no longer hysterical.

Lilith spoke softly. "I know there's a power relay in Istvan, and if we can get it running...I'll just have to locate it."

Esther shook her head. "Actually, I know where it is. The Marquis who runs that place...well, he's probably not the same person I knew, but...I know the computers are in his mansion. I...I was there once, and the person who lived there at the time took me to see them." She swallowed. That was a night she'd never forget.

"Ah. That makes it easier. Thank you, Esther." Lilith smiled.

She was looking for an appropriate response when someone knocked on the door, and Arch-bishop Devon entered a moment later. Unlike his visit to Albion, he was attired in the plain robes of a working priest. He bowed slightly to Lilith, then straightened. "Lady, our ship is ready to go, as soon as we're aboard."

Lilith rose. Esther jumped up and grabbed the suitcases, mindful of her position as Lilith's assistant and followed the other two out to the waiting ship. It was smaller than she remembered Vatican ships being, but then, she usually traveled in a battleship, or Lady Caterina's Iron Maiden. This ship was obviously made more for speed and stealth than combat.

The trip was a quick one. Esther stayed in the background, trying to remember what she could of Istvan's geography, the various ways to get to what, in her time, was Gyula's mansion. Trying to remember what the quickest ways through the streets were. She didn't remember who had been in charge of Saint Matthias church then, but...there was every chance there wouldn't even be a church there. She had to remind herself, once again, that none of the people she knew were going to be there. Possibly none of the buildings either, other than the mansion. And that Istvan had been attacked, and was probably going to look much like it had after the Star of Sorrow had fired on it, if not worse.

Lilith and Devon spent their time discussing their plans. Esther listened with half an ear, knowing she'd need to be acquainted with what they were doing if she got separated, or something happened. By the time they approached Istvan airspace, just over two days later, they'd decided to land just outside the city, then sneak in. From there, they could assess the damage, and discover if the main house where the computer resided had any resident. If not, they'd simply break in and activate it. If there was someone there, they'd approach the owner. Hopefully, they could persuade him or her to let them in peacefully.

It was a good plan, and relatively simple, but Esther's nerves were still wound tight as the ship landed. She strapped on her weapons, and waited in tense silence as the other two joined her. Devon exited last, then used a comm unit to send the ship off. Within twenty minutes, the ship was gone. Devon sighed. "We're on our own from here." He glanced at his notes. "There is supposed to be a small church in the town, but we haven't heard anything from the priests in charge since the attack. I believe we should make for that. If it's still standing, we can ask whoever is in charge. If not, we'll do individual recon."

Lilith nodded. "Esther?"

"Right." Esther turned, surveying the landscape. It was dim, the area shrouded in evening twilight, but she knew where she was. In her time, this hill contained a graveyard. She swallowed, seeing the spot where her mentor would eventually be buried, and the other, where an unmarked grave would be the final resting place of the man who'd first taught her to hate Methuselah...and to understand them, a little. She shook her head sharply to rid herself of the memories. "This way."

It took only a few minutes, even with their packs, to make their way into Istvan. Esther felt her heart aching as they slipped into town. Most of the buildings looked battered, some of them were rubble. There were a few people out, but not many, not as many as there should have been in a town this size. There were no lights, not much activity. She felt her heart breaking for her home. Then she pushed the feelings from her mind. No matter how distressing it was, she had a mission.

To her relief, the layout of the streets was similar to what it was in her time. Her eyes instinctively looked for the spires of St. Matthias, but they weren't there. She swallowed, then continued leading her group towards where the cathedral had once been, hoping that the site of the church had remained the same.

Finally, they rounded a corner, and Esther heaved a sigh of relief. The church was there. It was much smaller, but the cross, illuminated in stained glass above the door, made it clear what the place was.

Devon scanned the street quickly, then strode across and knocked on the door, Esther and Lilith behind him. All three of them were tense with nerves as they waited. Finally, just as Devon prepared to knock again, they heard the click of a lock being slipped back, and the door opened, to reveal an older, tired looking Sister. She had gray hair curling from under her cap, and lines of stress and grief etched in her features, but her eyes were kind. "Good evening. Have you come seeking sanctuary?"

"No. Information." Devon sketched a slight bow. "My name is Devon. My associates and I have arrived from the Vatican, to aid you." He handed his ID to the Sister.

She took it, and gasped a little at the title. "Arch-bishop." She ducked her head in a quick curtsey, then stepped aside, holding the door open for them. "Please, come in. Forgive my poor manners, I had no idea..."

"Quite all right Sister. All is forgiven." Devon smiled. "I understand if you were startled to see us. We made several attempts to contact you prior to our arrival, however...we had no indication they were received."

The Sister shook her head. "Power's down in most of the city. We're lighting things with candles and torches and fireplaces." She flushed. "But the Lord has been kind to us, we're not lacking anything. We've medical supplies and food for all who choose to shelter with us. Speaking of which...you'll be wanting some dinner, Arch-bishop, you and your assistants?"

"In a while." Devon smiled. "Aside from the lack of power, how is the situation?"

The Sister sighed. "There are a fair number of injured. We've tended everyone we can, and prayed for all that we cannot tend. But many...many are without housing, and the weather, without power and shelter...alas, our church cannot shelter them all. His Lordship, Lord Matthias, has done his best to help, but..."

"I quite understand. My colleagues and I have been sent to render assistance, after all. However..." Devon's tone sharpened just the slightest bit with interest. "You said...His Lordship? Matthias?"

"Yes, Your Grace. He lives in the big house across the river. It's damaged, but he crosses the river most days, to offer his help with tending the city. With the bridge out, very few have taken his offer, but he's offered shelter for all those the church cannot take."

"He sounds like a true servant of God." Devon smiled. "Do you know where in the city he might be? Or has he returned home?"

"I'm not sure." The Sister looked puzzled. "He usually returns home at dusk, though. Otherwise, he'd have come here."

"Thank you, Sister." Devon smiled again and patted her hand. "The bridge is out? Do you know if there are any boats available?"

The Sister frowned. "Lord Matthias has one. I believe there are a few others."

"Excellent." Devon bowed. "Sister, if I could have you watch our things for us, and prepare two rooms, for myself and these ladies? We shall return as soon as we may."

"Of course. But...if I may, Your Grace, where are you going? It will be night soon." She looked worried.

"I know, Sister. But my assistants and I must speak to Lord Matthias. It's important." He offered her a handclasp. "With the Lord's grace, with his help, we shall be able to provide aid for the citizens of Istvan soon." He patted her hand again in a reassuring manner, then straightened. "We'll return later, with news. Until then, walk with God, Sister, and keep us in your prayers."

She bowed another curtsey. "I will, Your Grace. May the Lord guide your steps."

"May he indeed." Devon nodded, then turned and strode back out the door, Esther and Lilith behind him.

Night had fallen while they were inside, but Esther wasn't worried. She'd been on the road to the mansion in the dark so many times she could walk it blindfold. After all, she'd grown up with Gyula in charge, and it was impossible to approach the Methuselah's home during the day. Even his Terran servants hadn't permitted it. She gestured. "This way."

Both of them nodded and fell in behind her. It was somewhat difficult, trying to maneuver around the streets with the destroyed buildings, but Esther managed. She had, after all, done that before as well. The thought reminded her of watching Abel in Carthage, when she'd first seen the destruction he was capable of. She swallowed back the thought, and focused on her task. Lilith, like Abel, had night vision, but they both had to watch Devon. More than once, she saw the other woman reach back to steady the man, as his foot found some piece of rubble they'd both avoided. Half an hour later, they found the river.

Esther frowned, biting her lip thoughtfully. It was fairly wide, and the current was tricky. She knew she couldn't swim it, and doubted Devon could, never mind the fact that the water was frigid at this time of year. But even in the dimness, she could see the bridge wasn't there, and she couldn't see any shadows that might have been boats, either.

"We need to cross the river." Devon shifted. "If we travel the bank, perhaps we'll find a boat the Sister mentioned."

"If I may, Arch-bishop, there is another way." Lilith shifted. "I believe I can carry both of you across the distance, with relative ease."

Esther heard Devon shift, startled. "You can..."

"You have asked about my...abilities." Lilith's voice was low, calm. "This is as good a reason for demonstration as any."

Devon hesitated, then spoke again. "Very well. If you can get us across the river..."

"Step close, and hold onto my shoulder, please." Esther did as she was told, her hand closing on the shoulder wrapped by Lilith's sari. It was a bit of a reach for her, but she managed. She heard the rustle of fabric, felt the linen of Devon's garments, and Lilith's arm looped carefully but firmly around her waist. Then Lilith spoke. "Nanomachine Crusnik 04."

A set of white wings, glowing softly, spread from her shoulders. Ester heard Devon's gasp, mingled shock and wonder. Then they were rising into the air. Esther swallowed hard. She'd never done this before. Then the white wings flared, beat, and they were over the water, headed for the opposite shore. Within a minute, Lilith was settling back to the ground, wings folding in and disappearing.

Devon was breathing hard. He spoke, his voice hoarse with shock. "My Lady...you are..."

"One of God's many children, just as you, Arch-bishop. Nothing more." Lilith's tone was firm, serious, but warm. There was silence a moment, as Devon got his breathing under control, then Lilith spoke again. "Esther? Can you lead us to the house?"

"Of course." Esther looked up, orienting herself in the dimness. They weren't on the road to the mansion, but she thought she knew where it was. It was too dark for her to be able to pick out the bulk of the house, but she had an idea of which way to go. "It should be this way. Please, follow me."

The way was rough, but fifteen minutes later, they stumbled onto the road. It was in worse condition than the one Esther remembered, but it was still easier, and there wasn't as much damage on this side of the river. She took a moment to breathe a sigh of relief, then led her companions up the path.

Twenty minutes later, the dark outline of the mansion came into view, punctuated by torchlight. Esther relinquished her place in the lead to Devon, following behind the other two as he strode to the building and knocked on the doors. Moments later, the door creaked, and a young man in what looked like a guard uniform opened it. "State your business."

Devon inclined his head politely and offered his ID. "I am Arch-bishop Devon. I've come from the Vatican to render aid to Istvan. I would like to speak to the master of this house, if it isn't too inconvenient."

The guard studied the ID, then gestured them inside. "I'll have someone take a message. If Lord Matthias is awake, you can see him. If not, we'll bed you in the guardhouse, and you can make your case tomorrow."

Devon nodded, relaxing and a young servant boy took the guards message and raced up the entry stairs. Esther fidgeted, trying not to chew her lip or twist her hands together. She hated waiting. Her eyes flicked to the stairway, and she swallowed hard. It was narrower, not as ornate or well illuminated, but it was still recognizable. Here, at the foot of these stairs, 900 years later, she'd come to collect the man who changed her life. Her eyes drifted up, halfway up the stairs. That was where she'd first really seen him. Walking down the stairs behind Gyula, his expression puzzled and just the slightest bit apprehensive. A small smile touched her lips, remembering how she'd thought of him as a simple, innocent priest, unlucky enough to get tied up Istvan's problems.

"Arch-bishop." The click of boot heels on the stone startled her from her thoughts. She looked up, to find a man striding down the stairs toward them. She blinked, forcing her thoughts back to the present as he descended the last few steps. "I'm honored by your presence." He sketched a quick bow, less disrespect than weariness in it. "I am Lord Matthias." He gestured. "Please...this way. I'll have the steward bring up some food and drink, and you can tell me what brings you to my humble abode."

Devon nodded, and followed him. Matthias led them up the stairs, through the halls, finally stopping at a door. "I beg your pardon. We'll have to use my office, as I fear my dining room and several others are at the moment being used as quarters for the Istvan refugees, those that the church could not find rooms for."

Devon nodded. "I understand." He followed the other man into the room, with its low desk and chairs. "This will be quite adequate."

Matthias nodded. "One moment." He turned to the door, issuing orders to the man who waited discreetly outside it. Esther watched him, studying him.

He was tall, though shorter than Lilith and Abel. Lean, though broad-shouldered. His skin was pale, but sun-touched, his clothing dark and conservative, though clearly well made. His hair was a wavy auburn, and his eyes, when he turned back to them, were a clear brown, tired but friendly. He wasn't all that young, but she thought he might be in his thirties. Esther frowned slightly. There was something familiar about his face, about the way he stood. He didn't look like Gyula, and he certainly wasn't a Methuselah. For a moment, she thought she saw it, but then he turned away, to face Devon. "The food will arrive shortly." He moved to take a seat behind the desk, and gestured the three of them to other chairs. "Now then, Arch-bishop. If you would care to explain your presence..."

"Indeed. My companions and I have been sent to render aid to Istvan."

Matthias smiled, but it didn't reach the tired eyes. "It is appreciated. But I fear that three people will do little good. We need a way to light the homes of the people and bring warmth. We need a way to rebuild more quickly. An army of Vatican servants I could have used, but three...still, I'm sure the people would find your presence comforting, and any assistance is welcome in this dark time. And if you've supplies to share..."

"We will minister, of course, however...you say you need power. My assistant believes she can provide you with that." Devon gestured to Lilith.

Matthias blinked. "You can provide power, my Lady?" He blinked again, his eyes studying her clothing. "You...you're from the Eastern lands, are you not? I'd heard they were destroyed, by fire from the sky."

"You are correct. But I was not there at that time. As for the matter of power..." Lilith hesitated, then spoke again. "Somewhere, on these premises, there is a computer. Linked to a satellite."

The lord's brown eyes widened. "There is, Lady. But that computer...it has been inaccessible for years." He sighed. "I have some small skill in computers. I attempted it, but...I cannot access it. The codes were a thing of my grandfathers, and I don't know them."

Lilith nodded. "If I can access them, will you use them to power Istvan?"

Matthias stared at her, and Esther saw the hope dawning in his eyes. "If...if the satellite could be brought online...yes, Istvan could be powered. I would do it. If the records my family left were correct...it would not be just Istvan...that satellite would cover nearly a two hundred mile radius. We'd have to build the transmitters, a way to transfer the electricity, but...yes. Yes, Lady. If you have a way to access the satellite, then I can power this city, and this entire area."

"Then I will assist you." Lilith gave him another nod. "You are tired, my lord, but tomorrow...tomorrow is a new day."

"It is. It is." Matthias looked dazed, but he nodded. "I..." A knock announced the arrival of dinner. He stood, opened the door and took the tray from the startled servant. "Please. Eat, and tell me what needs to be done. My servants will prepare rooms for you." He looked up at Lilith, and a warm smile blossomed across his features. "Thank you. God bless all of you, for bringing us hope at last."

Esther swallowed hard, feeling her breath stop. That smile...she'd seen it before. Computer programmers. The satellite control computer, it was in a family of computer programmers. Gyula...he told me... She blinked, her eyes once again noticing the thick, wavy auburn hair, the clear brown eyes, the small, warm smile. It looked much different in a masculine tanned face, but the resemblance was there, however faint. Gyula's wife, the one he called Maria.

More pieces clicked into place, and Esther felt her mind stutter to a halt. Matthias. Saint Matthias church. The Saint of Istvan, who brought forth power, and generated electricity with his hands. One of the first miracles of the Terran-Methuselah war. Legends in her own time, but here...she stared at the two men, conversing at the desk. Shock threatened to overwhelm her. She thought she might start hyperventilating, or pass out.

"Esther?" She blinked, brought out of her haze by the soft call of her name and the gentle hand on her shoulder. She looked up to find Lilith looking down at her, concern and compassion in her eyes.

She flushed. "I'm sorry. I'm just a little tired."

"Of course." Matthias shook his head. "After coming all the way from the Vatican. My apologies." He rose to his feet. "Come. My servants should have your rooms ready. Rest. As you say, Lady..." He inclined his head at Lilith. "Tomorrow is a new day." He led them to the door, and delivered them to the hands of the two servants waiting there. "I will see you in the morning."

Esther managed a quick nod. Her mind was still in a fog. She didn't even notice what corridors they were going down, until Lilith called her name again. She started. "I'm sorry."

Lilith shook her head. "It's nothing. But...these are our rooms." She pushed Esther gently into a darkened room, lit by a few candles. It wasn't a terribly big room, but there were comfortable beds made up. She had a feeling the second bed had been moved in rather hastily, but still...it looked comfortable. She moved over to it, sat down to remove her shoes. She was tired, but...her mind was spinning too much to feel sleepy.

"Esther?" Lilith's voice came again, a concerned question.

Esther swallowed. "I'm sorry. It's just...it's a bit...disorienting. Everything..." She trailed off, uncertain of how to articulate what she was feeling. "I...I grew up in Istvan, but..."

"Everything is different. And to you...this has already happened." Lilith's voice was quiet. "The lord of this house..."

"He looks like someone I...well, I can't say I knew her, but I knew her husband. And...the things he mentioned..." She really couldn't articulate it very well. She switched topics. "This place...this is where I first met the Father, actually."

"Ah." Lilith gave her a warm, reassuring smile. After a moment, the other woman moved over to her, and wrapped a gentle arm around her shoulders in a quick embrace. "It's all right. I understand. I know it's difficult, but do you think you'll be able to cope?"

"Yes." Esther nodded. She'd managed in Abel's past before, she could handle this. "I'll just get some rest. I'm sure everything will feel much easier in the morning."

"You're probably right." Lilith smiled again, then turned back to her own bed, leaving Esther to slip off her shoes and outer garments. "Rest well, Esther."

Esther nodded, already feeling drowsy as she watched Lilith extinguishing the candles. Within minutes, she was asleep.

The next few days were chaotic ones, and busy. Esther's knowledge of computers was too limited to be of any real help. She did help clean out the control chamber, make it easier to work in, but after that, there wasn't much she could do. And there were plenty of servants, or grateful refugees to tend to their needs, so she didn't need to wait on them, or act as a messenger, as she had in Albion. Fortunately, there was plenty to do in ministering on the other side of the river, and Esther was more than happy to help.

She took an hour the first morning to retrieve their luggage from the church, and inform the Sister that they were staying to aid Lord Matthias. After that, she busied herself with helping in the city. Distributing food, attending to the wounded, and just cleaning up. She didn't have the strength to move the larger piles of rubble, but she could cook simple meals, and clean and handle various other tasks. She could carry water to the repair and clean-up crews. It felt good, helping restore the city.

Lilith, Matthias and Devon spent the first two days down in the control room. When Esther saw Matthias the second night, he looked tired, but there was a fierce light in his eyes. Hope, and purpose. He spent several hours that night instructing his servants to gather together various materials, and what looked like lanterns. Esther had no idea what he was doing.

The following day, Matthias and Lilith returned to the city with her. Esther stayed with his team, watching in fascination as he traversed the city. After the third stop, she realized what it was. He was putting in lamp-posts. She hadn't recognized them because there were far fewer than in her time and, of course, the ones she knew didn't look anything like the hastily cobbled together spires he was erecting now. They were also closer to the ground than what she was used to.

Lilith was apparently guiding them through the process, and helping with the installation. It was...strange, almost amusing, to see the tall, slender figure in a sari, working on the posts, bending over this or that frame. Esther almost expected someone to comment on it, but Lilith simply radiated too much dignity, too much purpose and presence.

Finally, after over a week of non-stop effort, there were lamps spread through the city. Matthias himself placed the last bolt. Esther handed him a glass of water as he straightened, and he smiled at her. "Thank you." He looked at the light post. "God willing, my people will sleep safe tonight, with light and warmth."

Esther smiled. "I'm sure they will, sir." She looked at the sky. Dusk was already setting in, and within an hour, it would be sundown.

Matthias turned, spoke to one of the servants, and the younger man jogged away. He looked back at the lights. "When the sun sets, Arch-bishop Devon will enter the final command into the satellite programming. If this has worked..."

Esther nodded. Light for the entire city. "I'm sure it will work, sir." Together, she, Matthias and Lilith watched the sun set slowly over Istvan. Several of their workers were also waiting, watching their lord and the lamp with expressions that warred between hopeful and uncertain.

Finally, the sun dipped below the horizon, dusk settling into night. Matthias seemed to be holding his breath. Then, up the street toward the mansion, a glow flickered into being. Then another, and another. Matthias' hands clenched into fists, his frame rigid with waiting. Then...the lamp beside them flickered, hummed, and began to glow, a soft, golden radiance that brightened until it lit the entire area was awash in light.

Cheers erupted throughout the square they stood in. Between one breath and the next, people were crowding Matthias, murmuring thanks and other words Esther didn't quite catch. Others were by the light, staring at it with awe on their faces, or reaching out, as if to brush the glowing glass.

Esther moved out of the way of those trying to speak to their lord, and approached the lights. She'd seen them before, of course, but it was different in her time. She reached out, and blinked. It was warm. In addition to light, the glass emitted warmth, welcome in the cool of early night. She remembered Matthias words, that his people would sleep in light, and warmth, and understood why he had placed the lamps so close to the ground, instead of higher up. People could come sit around them for warmth, or use them to heat blankets, clothing...perhaps even food, though it wouldn't cook anything fully.

Finally, the crowds died down, and the three of them, along with the servants that had been helping, made their way back to the boat. Lilith looked pleased. Matthias looked both pleased and exhausted. He practically stumbled aboard the boat. Esther half-expected him to collapse into bed when they arrived at the manor, but instead, he went to his study, calling for his steward to bring food for the three of them, before flinging open the windows to study the city across the water. Esther stepped up behind him.

The city below was awash in warm, golden light. It wasn't all that bright, rather like watching a campfire from a great distance. But it still sent a warm glow through her mind, and her heart. She heard Matthias whisper. "Beautiful."

After a moment, the lord turned from the window. "Thank you, Lady, Arch-bishop. For what you have done for my people. With what you've shown me...I think I can bring light to several neighboring villages. I'll need the supplies, but it can be done."

"The Vatican will assist you." Devon spoke. "My orders are to remain in Istvan and aid in the restoration and stabilization of this area. And see what needs to be done to defend it."

Matthias stiffened. "You believe we are in danger, then?"

Lilith spoke softly. "The Enemy of the World...he will come. Now that you have restored your city, he will take it as defiance."

Matthias grimaced, lips compressing into a thin line. "When Istvan was destroyed...fire burned from the sky. We had no defense. I cannot ask my people to face it a second time."

Lilith shook her head. "That fire will not come again. That I will assure you. As for what else may come, I and the Arch-bishop will defend you to the best of our ability. And the Star, the satellite, may in an emergency be used as a weapon."

"Weapon?" He frowned, then his expression cleared. "Of course, a focused burst of electricity is indeed a powerful weapon. It would require modifications, but...can we defend Istvan?"

"I believe it is possible. I shall help you research it tomorrow."

Devon nodded. "And I shall request, with your permission, a battalion of the Inquisition. We can protect Istvan, and train those of your people who are willing to do the same."

"A City Guard. Yes." Matthias bowed his head. "Once again...I thank you both."

The City Guard. The Star as a weapon. Esther swallowed hard and bit her lip to avoid saying anything, knowing where it would lead in the future. She turned back to look at the city, glowing softly across the river. Her home. She remembered Gyula, speaking so fondly of his wife, of working in the town, wanting to bring the lights back to it. She wondered what the Marquis would have thought, of the radiance down below. Thought of how much Bishop Laura would have loved to see it. The thoughts brought sorrow, but also a measure of relaxation for her. She watched the lights for a moment longer, then turned and went to bed.

The next two days passed quietly enough. Matthias worked with Lilith and Devon on the city's defenses. There wasn't much she could do, so Esther contented herself with visiting the city, walking the streets. The repairs were being handled well, and all around, she could see people getting on with their lives, getting everything back in order. It was comforting, and gave her hope for her own time, if she ever managed to return to it.

She knew she couldn't think like that. Lilith was helping her. But thinking of home would only make her feel more uneasy and unhappy than she did. But it was hard. More than once, she found herself staring over the lights of the city, feeling tears in her eyes as she wondered what had happened in her own time, when she disappeared. Wondering how the Abel of her time would feel.

Esther turned away from the lights of the city, her gaze turning skyward. She'd never been much of a star-gazer, but the Abel she knew had been. She remembered finding him out in the gardens in Rome or Albion, or on just about any clear hilltop when they traveled. Looking up, she understood why. Even dimmed by the lights, they were beautiful, soothing. She let her gaze rest on the night sky, finding peace in the wide expanse and glittering lights. She stood there for over an hour, simply relaxing and letting the night soothe her, then went back inside the manor to read a book she'd borrowed from Matthias' library.

The next night, they were sitting down to dinner when one of the newly recruited guards came rushing in. "My Lord! There's something approaching. It's not...it's not registering as anything more than a faint blip on the computer, but..."

"Damn." Matthias rose from his seat. "Understood. I'll be right there." he set his napkin aside.

Lilith rose as well. "I will come with you."

Matthias blinked. "There is no need...I do not wish to be discourteous, after all the aid you have given thus far."

Lilith smiled. "I may be able to provide more information on what's coming."

Matthias nodded, and the two of them left the room, leaving Devon and Esther. After a moment, the Arch-bishop laid his own silverware down and rose as well. "I should get in contact with the Vatican." Seconds later, he too was gone.

Esther swallowed, then set her own utensils down, her appetite completely gone. She considered a moment, then decided to follow Lilith. She was, after all, supposed to be her assistant. She rose and hurried down to the control room.

She arrived to find the other two standing before a familiar display. It was the same screen she'd first seen when Gyula had targeted Rome after turning the Star of Sorrow into a weapon. She wasn't too familiar with the display, but she could see it focused on what looked like the general area of Istvan. Matthias reached out, touched a spot and began to trace a path. "It's headed here. But such a faint signal...you're sure it's the Enemy of the World?"

Lilith nodded. "The signature...that will be their Lieutenant Colonel. His ship, at the very least. It appears he's alone."

"A single attacker? And such a high-ranking one?" Esther didn't blame the lord for sounding skeptical. If she hadn't known what Abel was capable of, she would have too.

Lilith smiled sadly. "That one doesn't need back-up. You've heard the reports, of the Black Destroyer?"

Matthias stiffened. "That one..." His hands clenched on the control panel. "I don't have a force that can counter him. I don't even know if there is such a thing."

Lilith shook her head. "I will deal with him. Your concern is for the defense of this city. Is the programming we discussed online?"

Matthias nodded. "It is. But it's only good for where the lights are positioned, where the transformers are. If he strikes at an unprotected area..." He straightened. "How long do we have?"

"Perhaps a little more than an hour." Lilith studied the monitor. "No more."

"I'll need to send someone to warn the people, convince them to head for the safe zones." Matthias sighed.

"I can go." Esther stepped forward. The other two turned to face her. "I know the city fairly well." Her hands clenched into fists of determination. "If you'll provide me a way across the river...I'm sure I can warn people. Just tell me where they need to go."

Matthias looked uncertain, but Lilith smiled. "That's an excellent idea." The lord threw her a questioning look, and Lilith tilted her head slightly. "Esther guided Arch-bishop Devon and I to your abode when we arrived. And she has since spent much of her time in the city providing aid, and assisting us with the construction."

Matthias nodded. "Thank you." He frowned in consideration. "Tell them to move into the underground tunnels, and the train stations. The church as well, if possible. Those are the safest places. If they cannot move there...each light structure we've erected has a twenty-five yard safe radius. Tell them to gather round them, but on no account to touch the actual light." He turned and rang a bell-pull hanging in the corner. "My servants will take you across and assist you."

Esther nodded and hurried out of the room. The butler met her on the stairs and led her along the familiar passageway to the boat. Several of the other household servants, and most of the house guard met them there. Within five minutes, they were steering across the river, with Esther hanging onto the rail for dear life as they plowed through the water at top speed. Within fifteen, she and the others were disembarking. She turned. "Everyone...you've all been assisting in the city?" There were nods all around. "Then each of you, chose the section of the city you know best. Those of you who are faster, please, take the further edges of the city. Please, try to make sure everyone remains as calm as possible. You all know where to lead people to?" There were more nods. Esther smiled. "Good, I will start at the church." She waited a moment to see if anyone objected but there were nods all around. "All right. Everyone...please, do your best, and may God be with all of us." With that benediction, she stayed just long enough to see the others melt into the dusk, before she raced to the church.

The next hour or so was chaotic. Esther alerted the church, the sisters on duty, then began the arduous process of going from street to street, waking people and calling them out. Most of them were confused, uncertain and unwilling at first, but all too often, she saw the terror in their eyes, the memory of previous dangers. It took everything she'd learned in the Vatican and all her instincts to keep them calm as she led them to the church and the underground entrances. She had to struggle to keep herself calm as well. The whole thing reminded her far too much of her first night as queen, after Virgil had recognized her. The ordeal of standing on the top of the Palace, calling out for people not to be afraid, to trust, to not give in to the tricks of the enemy. Still, she was relieved to have something to do, rather than wait for whatever was going to happen.

She's been working for what felt like several hours when she returned to the church to find Lilith waiting. The taller woman spoke comfortingly to the group Esther had escorted in, then passed them on to the Sisters and motioned for Esther to join her. "You are all right?"

"Yes." Esther smiled through her weariness. "They've all been incredibly reasonable and calm." She took a deep breath. "Forgive me, but I thought you were helping Lord Matthias."

Lilith nodded. "I was. However...we have done all we can. Devon has arranged for the Vatican to send reinforcements. The power grid and the weapons and defense systems are as ready as we can make them." She turned her gaze to the night sky, and her face looked sad in the dim light. "It is here I think Abel will come first, here or the manor. I chose to come out to meet him." She turned back to Esther. "If you wish, I can return you to the house. You will be safer there. Or you can remain here."

Esther shook her head. "Of course I'll stay here." Nine hundred years into the past or not...this was her home. The Istvan Church had been her first refuge, her only home as a child. Never mind that the building she knew hadn't been built yet...it was still the place she had received shelter.

Lilith smiled. "You truly are a courageous young woman, Esther." She tilted her head back up to the sky, and silence settled over them. Esther was just turning to go back inside, to see which streets still needed to be evacuated, when something in the sky caught her eye.

Blue light, like a star but wrong somehow. And it was moving. The vague smell and feel of ozone in the air caught up to Esther's senses. She stiffened in comprehension. Abel...

Lilith saw it too. She saw the other woman tense, her back straightening just that fraction more. "Esther, get everyone inside and underground."

Esther nodded and dashed into the church. The Sister who'd greeted her, Sister Grace, was talking softly to a bunch of children when Esther raced up. "We have to move, now. Everyone, we need to head for the underground tunnels." Heads turned to her, arms tightened on bundles. "We need to go now. The enemy is coming. Please, everyone follow me."

There were looks of disbelief, looks of exhaustion. But no one argued. The rest of the church staff appeared, giving hands and encouragement. Within minutes, everything was organized. Esther led the way out the back door. She knew, from long practice in her own time, where the entrance to the underground tunnels were. At least, she hoped she did. She couldn't remember how long they'd been there.

The doorway and the stairs leading downward were right where she expected them to be, recessed in the back so that they were easy to overlook. It took the help of two men to shove the door open, but they managed. Lights, candles and torches were hastily lit. "Everyone, please stay calm. Everything will be over soon." She smiled at the nearest people, drawing on her training and experience to soothe. "Stay calm, and have faith. I'm sure everything will be all right. Please, come this way." she indicated the stairs leading down. Hesitantly, one or two people stepped forward, into the blackness. Then others, until there was a steady line of people flowing past her. Men carrying goods. Women with similar burdens, or arms around children of varying ages. Children carrying small packs of their own, or toys. Esther kept a bright, encouraging smile on her face.

Lightning, impossibly blue and bright, flashed in the sky. Several people jumped, and Esther felt her stomach lurch in response. Abel had attacked. She wanted desperately to run to Lilith's side, to go see what had happened. She knew there were people who were probably still in danger, and she wanted to go to find them, save them if she could, but...she had a responsibility here.

"Go." Esther turned to find Sister Grace at her elbow. The nun smiled gently. "Go. God is calling you someplace else, child. We will tend to our flock, and lead them to safety." She gave Esther a small push. "Go, help those who need you."

Esther nodded, gave Sister Grace's hand a grateful squeeze, then turned and ran back into the church and out the front door. Lilith was gone. Esther stumbled over the door-frame, her eyes searching the sky frantically. Another flash of blue fire burned through the night, and golden flashed to meet it. Esther picked up her skirts and began to run for the two combatants.

She was in front of the old train station when another spear of blue lightning blasted out of the sky in front of her. Esther leaped backward into the shelter of the station as the glowing blade slammed into the light post Matthias had erected there. She threw up her hands to ward off the rain of glass and metal but...nothing happened. She heard a deep humming sound, and looked up.

The light was glowing, from the bulb to the base, absorbing the blast of energy. Esther blinked, dazed. She hadn't known it was possible to do that. She watched as the burst of energy disappeared into the light, then looked up, blinking away the after-images as she did so.

Blue and gold spun together in the sky, a dance of violence she was too far away to make out. Then the two colors clashed together, into one spinning globe of light. Esther bit her lip and clasped her hands together, wishing she could see what was happening, and praying. She wasn't sure what scared her more, Lilith being injured, or Abel.

The light ricocheted across the sky, back and forth, then suddenly streaked downward, like falling star. Esther watched the trajectory with her heart in her mouth, then ran for the archway to the train station, just as two glowing forms plummeted into the square before her, missing the light by barely a foot.

Within the gold and blue fire, two forms battled. Esther squinted against the burn of it. Within the outlines of power, both Abel and Lilith appeared to have gone to an eighty percent activation. Lilith bore the triple wingspan and her twin swords, and Abel possessed both black wings and scythe. But despite the fierce crackling of power around them, they didn't appear to be actually trying to blast each other. Instead, they were engaged in a fierce, violent hand to hand that was, in its way, far more frightening.

She'd seen Abel wield his scythe in battle, and knew he was deadly with it. The blade could cut through solid plate steel, and the barbed whip attached could do almost as much damage. She'd seen him do it. Charged with energy as it was, he could wipe out whole buildings.

She'd never seen Lilith use her blades before, but it was impressive. She put Mary to shame. She almost seemed to be dancing with Abel, both blades flicking effortlessly between forehand and backhand positions, countering and turning every strike he made. Her body flowed with the movements, turning, ducking, light on her toes as if her feet weren't even touching the ground. Like Abel's scythe, her swords both glowed with the power she was generating and channeling. Every clang of blade on blade, every clash, sent sparks flying. Some sputtered out on the cold stone, some struck the light tower and were absorbed.

Esther swallowed hard, her gazed locked on the beautiful, terrible scene before her. She couldn't even comprehend how the two of them weren't tearing each other apart, with the force of their attacks, or even just the sheer energy flowing between them.

Abel slashed out, scythe whipping in a diagonal slice that could have ripped Lilith in two, if it had connected. One sword caught the edge, deflecting it away as Lilith turned into the strike, her other sword whipping out, straight for Abel's shoulder. Or his throat. But Abel was faster than that. The handle of the scythe whipped up and around, acting as a block, while the speed and rotation brought the whip into play. It snapped around Lilith, and she ducked, changing her own aborted strike into a second block. She caught it, came out from underneath it in an evasive maneuver that Esther didn't even see, then whirled to face Abel, just in time to catch another strike from his scythe. This one she caught on crossed blades, locking them together.

Lightning hammered between them, gold and sapphire fire burning, dancing over them like a thunderstorm come to earth. Neither one of them moved. Esther could see the strain on both faces. Abel was the taller of the two by three or four inches, and he had to be the more experienced, but Lilith held him fast.

They stayed locked together for a long moment, then Lilith broke the engagement with a twist of her wrists and jumped back, wings spreading just enough for a light landing on her toes. Crimson eyes met deeper crimson. "Is it not enough, Abel? Must you continue this?"

He was silent, almost expressionless, but Esther saw the faint traces of pain upon his face. Lilith must have as well, because her voice was softer when she spoke. "I do not wish to harm you, Abel, but I will defend this city."

"Why? Lilith..." The words emerged in a harsh breath, even the rough tone of the Crusnik tinged with a kind of confused anguish, somewhere between anger and grief.

"I swore an oath. I will not let you destroy this world. Nor yourself, Abel." Lilith faced him squarely. "This city is protected now against you. The electrical grid will harness the power of your attacks and distribute them. The satellite that powers this place can be modified to fire a beam of focused energy at a non-receiving target as well. Against such power, even you and Cain cannot fare well. Perhaps not even triumph. Will you still attempt to destroy this place?"

Abel's hands clenched upon the shaft of the scythe. "I don't...wish to...to hurt you."

"Then leave this city. End this pointless war on the Terrans, Abel." Lilith's expression, even distorted as it was by her power, looked sad. "Cain's madness, has it truly affected you so deeply? Is this what you want, Abel? More violence and death?" She stepped closer to him, her voice so soft that Esther only barely heard her. "Is this the future that you wanted?"

Abel's face twisted his expression harsh and impossibly wounded at the same time. "Cain...he does what he must, to ensure we are safe. And I..."

"And how is this to the benefit of our people? What have these Terrans done to you, Abel?" Lilith held his gaze. "I understood your anger in Albion. That place holds many terrible memories for you, I know. But what of these Terrans? They have done nothing but live their lives as best they can. They seek only safety, and warmth, shelter and food. Will you deny them that?"

Abel flinched. Esther saw him wavering. Then his shoulders stiffened. "Cain...why didn't you...why? if you feel so strongly..."

"He will not hear me. You know this." Lilith's hands tightened on her swords. "Bring Cain my words, Abel, if you will. Or do not, if you believe in this slaughter, if you wish to continue to believe that you hate this world. But understand one thing."

Abel was stone-stiff, his dark face tight with apprehension as Lilith spoke. "As long as you bring war to the Terrans, I will oppose you. I will fight you, with whatever I must." The swords shifted, points coming up slightly from the rest position. "If you do not wish to fight me, then you must cease or you must kill me."

Abel flinched again. "What you ask of me..."

"You must choose, Abel." There was no gentleness in the tone now, only resolve. "Choose between madness and rationality. Choose between love and hate, forgiveness and vengeance."

"No. You're asking me...to choose between you and my brother." Abel's expression was impassive, but the crimson eyes burned with pain and rising anger. "How can you ask this of me?"

"Because I must. I have made my choice. You will make yours." Lilith's eyes were stern, unyielding. "What will you do, Abel?"

Abel's hands clenched onto the handle of the scythe. "I cannot..." His shoulders locked. "I will not betray him."

"Then fight. Defeat me if you can." Lilith leaped forward, her swords coming up.

Abel almost visibly broke. "No!" It was almost a scream. He blocked Lilith's attack, his scythe whipping out to force her back. Lilith dodged, but it was enough for Abel to leap into the air, wings taking him up into the sky. Violent blue lightning flared around him, a sun-bright corona of fire. Esther flinched, throwing up her hand to shield her eyes. She couldn't look away. For a minute, Abel hung there, a brilliant blue star in a black sky, black wings surrounded by a blaze of power. Then the wings expanded still further, flexed, and Abel shot upwards again. Within seconds he was gone from sight.

Lilith remained where she was, swords held in guard position. She made no attempt to follow him. Finally, after what seemed like an hour, though it couldn't have been, she relaxed, swords disappearing and her form returning to its human aspect. "It's all right. You can come out now, Esther."

Esther moved gingerly into the square, noticing how warm the stones were, from the power of their combat. She came to Lilith's side, noting the other woman's gaze, trained on the sky, along the path Abel had taken. "Do you think he'll be back?"

Lilith shook her head. "Not tonight. Possibly not at all."

Esther swallowed, remembering the conversation she'd heard, the terrible emotions she'd seen on Abel's face. "I know...I know what he's doing is wrong, but...why did you do that to him?"

Lilith turned away, toward the light in the center of the square, her eyes full of sorrow. "Because I had to. To determine if Abel is truly consumed by madness, if he truly believes that what Cain is doing, that this destruction is right." She sighed, sorrow giving way to grief in her expression. "I am sorry, truly sorry, for what I must do to him. But as long as Abel can respond like that...then there is still hope for him. He didn't attack me again, and he left the battlefield. No matter what he says, Cain's madness does not hold him."

"That's true, but..." Esther swallowed, her hands clasping in front of her.

"I know." A faint, sad smile appeared on Lilith's face. "I only hope that one day, he will give me a chance to apologize. Until then..." A single tear tracked down her face, and she bowed her head. "I'm sorry Abel, for what I must do." They stood silent a moment, wrapped in shared sorrow, then Lilith raised her head. "I should return to Lord Matthias, and tell him the threat has been lifted for now. You should go tell the Church that they can begin sending people back to their homes. The city is safe, for now."

Esther nodded. "I'll meet you back at the manor." Then, before she could think any further, she turned and raced back into the darkness, toward the church.

She delivered the message to Sister Grace, and received her blessing to leave, then went to the river. The servants who had come with her were all waiting for her, and congratulated her on a job well done. Esther accepted the congratulations through a haze of numbness, and got on the boat. Nothing felt real. She could feel herself shaking, exhaustion rolling over her, but it all felt...distant somehow, pushed away by the turmoil in her heart.

She'd known it would be difficult. Watching Abel and Lilith fight. Standing on the sidelines, doing nothing when it was required. But somehow...she hadn't anticipated how nerve-wracking it would really be. Her heart ached, watching two people she knew loved each other tear each other apart. She remembered how jealous she'd felt of Lilith, but that feeling was gone, submerged under a wave of pity, and of grief, for what the other woman was going through. What Abel was going through. She'd known from his confession that this was the worst period in his life, but she hadn't guessed how bad it was. And she knew, from what she'd heard and seen, that it was only going to get worse from here. A terrible cycle of battles and choices, of anguish on both sides, that would end in death and madness. Esther bit her lip, swallowing hard.

I'm not sure if I can do this. It had been bad enough in her own time, with Abel on her side and the hope that it would get better. When she'd hoped for a brighter future. But he was the enemy here, and she already knew it was only going to end badly.

The boat docked, thumping against the shore. Esther quickly swiped the tears from her eyes. It's silly of me to waver like this. I already promised I'd stand with Lilith. Besides...I can't give up. I promised Abel, to have faith. If I give up now, I'll never have a chance to go back home. She shook the despairing thoughts away, shoving them into the back of her mind, and went upstairs into the main house.

Lilith met her at the door to their quarters. She looked faintly disturbed. "Esther. You're all right?"

"Yes." Esther took a deep breath, hoping there weren't too many signs of her recent emotional struggle on her face. She managed a faint smile. "I'm just a little tired, that's all." She saw the distant expression on Lilith's face, and faint signs of an internal struggle she understood only too well. "Is something wrong?"

Lilith shook her head, leaning absently against the nearest wall. "Not really. The re-enforcements from the Inquisition are here. Devon is reporting on our activities." Her eyes were sad. "This isn't the only city that's been attacked lately. I didn't hear everything, but I suspect we'll be leaving soon."

Esther swallowed hard. In some ways the thought of leaving her home, of engaging in the war again, was almost unbearable. And yet, it also filled her with a strange sense of relief. It was disconcerting to be here, where everything was so similar and yet so different. "I see. I suppose we should get our things packed, and rest while we can." Lilith nodded.

Packing was fairly simple, since neither of them had much to unpack. Esther dozed off shortly after. When she woke the next morning, Lilith was already dressed, contemplating the view of the city from their window. She turned when Esther sat up. "Good morning." Then her gaze went back to the river and the town. "Devon came by, after you fell asleep. We're leaving this afternoon, to report back to His Holiness. After that, I believe we've been assigned an escort to our next destination."

Esther nodded. "I understand." She pulled on a dress, then looked out across the water. "If you don't mind...please tell Lord Matthias I went to bid Sister Grace farewell, and I'll be sure to return shortly."

"Of course. We won't leave for another few hours, so take your time." Lilith smiled. Esther managed a small smile in return, then left.

She bade the Sister's at the Istvan Church goodbye, then spent an hour wandering, saying goodbye to her home once more. As she stepped back onto the ship to the manor, she looked back and smiled. Despite its hardships, she knew Istvan would be well cared for.

Their farewell's to Matthias occurred an hour after her return. To her surprise, Devon was also staying. She'd half expected him to be assigned as their permanent unofficial guard, but he said he'd received orders to remain and rebuild the northeastern front. Esther bade both men an affectionate farewell, then climbed aboard the Inquisition transport ship with Lilith. Her last view of the city was the glitter of the river, surrounded by gray stone and light.

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The next few weeks passed in a haze for Esther. She and Lilith traveled from one city to another, offering aid and support. Sometimes they offered simple advice and explanations, and basic ministry. Other times, they were asked for more substantial aid, aiding the Vatican soldiers or Inquisitors in the area, or helping defend the region.

The two of them quickly fell into a routine. Lilith took the front position, in the spotlight. She offered ministry and encouragement, but she was also a visible defender. She taught soldiers how to fight more effectively against Methuselah. She helped reset and upgrade technology in different cities, or rebuild it entirely, such as the great dam and water-gate in Venice. In the second month, when Albion entered negotiations with the Vatican for their technology, she helped with installations and explanations, and suggested improvements or adjustments.

Esther, for her part, stayed quietly in the background, the perfect shadow of an assistant. She ran errands, took care of Lilith's basic needs, and her few requests. The rest of the time she spent in ministry to those around her, offering encouragement and smiles, and taking notes of those who needed things like food or fresh water, or other necessities and comforts. These notes she took to local churches or Vatican representatives in the area, to make sure the people were cared for.

After their third destination, she began hearing the rumors springing up about Lilith. The Dark Angel, the savior of humanity. The Holy Woman who could predict the flow of battle. The Prophetess of the Vatican. The holy Warrior. The Nia Sancta. The names were varied depending on the region, but there was a common element running throughout them. A woman with great power who defended humanity from the Enemy of the World. The church kept Lilith's identity as secret as possible. Most images and rumors referred to her Crusnik form, a lady with wings, surrounded in a corona and halo of golden light. The Church encouraged the rumors, and the nicknames. In fact, Pope Grigori even introduced the rumors of a holy woman, previously a hermit in the east, who had emerged by word of God to assist and show his favor to the Vatican.

She wished it could be a simple matter of rebuilding, putting things to rights. But all around them, war raged. Even if it hadn't been obvious at Istvan, it was apparent that Cain wasn't going to give up easily. Even more apparent that he took the rebuilding and defense efforts as a challenge. Every place they stopped to rebuild they faced opposition.

Slowly, the line of defense that Lilith had suggested began to form. It was a rather broken, uneven line, but by tracing their path on the maps, she could see it. A border in the east snaked its way south, swinging west as well. There were places inside that line of defense, such as capital cities like Barcelona, and of course Rome, that were fortified, but slowly, the Vatican drew its line in the sand. And just as Lilith predicted, Cain put his energy into breaking it.

Once it became clear that the Vatican was taking back territory, Cain began leaving troops in the areas he'd devastated. They began encountering skirmishers, shock troops, even battalions in cities. Vatican ships clashed with Methuselah. Soldiers on the ground fought each other, with swords and guns and ever more sophisticated armor. Inquisitorial soldiers began wearing, and designing, battle suits to defend them against the greater strength of their opponents, and making additions. Jet packs, to increase their speed. Heavy artillery, mounted to the arms or shoulders. Some scientists also explored chemical means of enhancing the soldiers, of temporarily pumping them up, or making them immune to pain. Lilith discouraged it, advice that was heeded, somewhat, when the addicting side effects of those drugs made themselves known. And when soldiers who didn't need to die on the field did, simply because they weren't aware enough of their own wounds to seek treatment.

It was a terrible, brutal, violent conflict. Practically the only times they got to rest were on the ships, returning to the Vatican, or outbound to the next location they were supposed to shore up. After the fourth skirmish, aiding Germanicus in setting up its capital in what was christened New Berlin, she felt as if she was drowning in blood. It made her almost nauseous. Not that she hadn't had similar times working for Caterina, but this was harder, more constant. In her own time, it had only been the threat of Rosenkreutz and the odd terrorist group, like the Fleur du Mal. Smaller numbers, which meant fewer attacks. This was an army great enough to make up an entire country.

She could see Lilith felt the strain as well. The older woman was a constant source of encouragement to those she helped, and a fearsome warrior on the field. But it was hard. She avoided hand-to-hand combat when she could, at least against the regular Methuselah. Esther knew, from conversations they had alone, that the other woman's feelings were conflicted. She firmly believed that the destruction of the humans was wrong, but she also felt she was betraying her people and her comrades, siding with the Vatican. Though she always managed to project an air of inexhaustible confidence on the battlefield, or when they worked with the Vatican and Inquisition, in private, Esther saw the lines of weariness in her face, the sadness in her eyes.

It reminded her far too much of the expression that had driven her to join Father Nightroad. Lilith was too dignified to ever adopt Abel's air of half-hearted and absentminded goofiness, but the impression of two different people in her eyes was the same. Esther remembered wondering how Father Nightroad could be like that, one minute a laughing comrade and the next a lonely, sad individual. Seeing Lilith undergo the same transformation, understanding it, she wished for nothing more than to see him laughing again with that carefree expression. Or to see Lilith smile with the same relaxed innocence she'd once had, on board the space station.

They encountered Abel in the field several more times. Once when he came as a counter offensive to their restoration of Venice, other times when the Vatican sent Lilith against him, using the Dark Holy Woman as the counter to the Dark Destroyer, the Nia Sancta against the Enemy of the World. All of the confrontations were heart-breaking. Abel and Lilith were both torn, and it was nothing short of agonizing to see them locked on the battlefield. To watch them as love and conviction clashed. All of the confrontations ended in an eventual deadlock, or Abel's retreat, but none of them were without cost.

Esther sighed, watching the lights of the Vatican fade behind her. They'd returned from their latest skirmish in Barcelona a week ago, and now they were being sent to Amsterdam. Devon and Matthias were holding the border around Istvan steady, and had succeeded in rejuvenating several towns nearby. With the Inquisition forces that had joined them, they'd managed to keep the area relatively safe. That being the case, the Pope had decided to send them to the Amsterdam area. A group of Methuselah had taken over the cities. Several of the citizens, and what Vatican representatives were in the area had banded together. The four cities were in a siege-like state, and Lilith was being sent to end the conflict.

Esther turned back to look at her notes. The situation in Amsterdam was unclear. Though there was definite hostility on both sides, but the Methuselah hadn't made any serious or concerted attacks. The Vatican and hastily organized militia were holding their own. For their part, the Methuselah appeared content with holding the town, not destroying it. Esther and Lilith both found that somewhat reassuring, but Pope Grigori wanted the situation resolved.

The trip was a three-day journey by ship. Esther used the time to rest. She saw very little of Lilith, since they weren't sharing rooms any more, but she knew the other woman well enough to know she was probably both relaxing, and restless, fretting about what they would encounter.

They arrived in Amsterdam in the middle of the afternoon, to be met by the bishop in charge of the town, a Bishop Laurence. He in turn was escorted by three other gentlemen, introduced as being ranking nobles of the towns. Among them was a man with pale blond hair, introduced as Karl Watteau. Esther swallowed. Fortunately, she hadn't known Hugue as well as she'd known the other AX members. Like Vivian and Alexander, there were only a few faint traces of his descendant in his face and stance.

The men escorted them to a church, mostly intact. The travelers were given a few minutes to settle their things and freshen up, then escorted to a dining hall, which had been converted into a meeting room.

Lord de Watteau and Bishop Laurence were waiting for them, along with a tray of tea and snacks. Both men bowed as Lilith entered. Lord de Watteau gestured. "My Lady, I have some refreshments for you and your assistant."

Lilith nodded gracefully. "Thank you." She moved forward to study the maps and charts that were scattered over the table. "What is the situation?"

Lord de Watteau nodded and pointed to the hastily drawn lines. "The vampire forces have complete control Antwerp, and forces in Amsterdam, Brussels and Bruges. So far, things have remained fairly stable."

Lilith frowned in thought. "I see. Have there been any attempts at reconnaissance, or making contact?"

Bishop Laurence sighed. "Some. However, we don't have sufficient forces for thorough scouting, and most of our volunteer militia are too nervous to engage in the kind of intelligence gathering we need." He shook his head again. "Of course, we've not spoken to them, nor attempted any sort of discussion."

Lilith tensed very slightly, but after a moment she nodded. "How serious have the attacks been?"

Watteau frowned. "Several of our people were hurt or killed when they first attacked. Since then, we've had several smaller battles." He looked tired. "We lost Antwerp completely last week."

Lilith nodded in understanding. "Very well." She traced her fingers over the map. "Esther and I will begin reconnaissance this evening. However, I do have one question to ask of you." She looked both men in the eyes. "The Methuselah who have come here have not yet made a concerted effort to destroy your home. Therefore, I would prefer to settle this with peaceful means, if possible, rather than bloodshed. If such a solution becomes available, may I have your support?"

Bishop Laurence frowned. "You ask us to negotiate with heretics, my Lady?" He shook his head. "Even for you, the Pope's prophetess...I will not..."

"I will." Karl spoke softly. Bishop Laurence looked at him in surprise. "I wish to lose no more of my people than I must. Those who fight here are not trained soldiers, nor warriors, nor even the dedicated vassals of God. They are only men, volunteers. My job as protector of this city, of these cities, is to ensure that as many of them return to their families as may." he inclined his head to Lilith. "End this, however you may."

One of the Inquisitors standing near the wall snorted in disgust. "Disgraceful! To willingly associate with such beasts..."

Lilith pinned him with a golden stare. "The Holy Book states that Our Lord himself associated even with thieves, murderers and sinners. And despite their nature, and the things they have done, the Methuselah are not animals. All of us are children of God. Unless, of course, you wish to imply that I am somehow unworthy of your company, who once called these people friend."

The Inquisitor flushed. "Of course not." He bowed stiffly. "My apologies, Holy One. We will, of course, follow your orders to the letter."

"Thank you." Lilith looked back at the maps. "Lord Watteau, is there a way into Antwerp, one that you can recommend as being relatively safe?"

He nodded. "Indeed. This bridge here." He pointed. "It's in neutral territory, more or less. It's part of the boundary between Antwerp and Brussels. Neither side has managed to completely take the bridge, nor have there been any serious efforts to do so. Not with the risks involved. It's open ground, with little to no protection."

Lilith nodded. "We'll start there. Esther and I will wait until nightfall, then cross into Brussels, and over the bridge into Antwerp." She studied the map. "We should return within a few days."

The Inquisition leader scowled. "You should not be risking yourself, Holy One."

Bishop Laurence nodded. "We can send others..."

"No." Lilith shook her head. "I will handle this." She turned. "Esther? Do you wish to accompany me, or will you stay here?"

Esther smiled. "Of course I'll go with you. I did make a promise after all."

Lilith smiled as well. "Thank you." She turned back to the watching men. "I'll need inconspicuous clothing for both of us."

Karl de Watteau nodded. "It will be provided." He glanced at the window. "There are yet a few hours till nightfall, Lady Saint. If you truly wish to do this, then I would recommend rest for both you and your assistant."

Lilith nodded. "It's a good suggestion." She gave Esther another smile. "Esther, why don't you accompany Lord de Watteau. I'll be along after I speak with Bishop Laurence."

Esther nodded, and followed the Amsterdam Lord through the hallway. The room he led her to was that of a senior novice, a Bishop's assistant. Esther collapsed onto the bed gratefully. She felt tired, and she knew she wanted to have all her facilities intact, in order to help Lilith with intelligence gathering. Within minutes, she was asleep.

One of Lord de Watteau's people woke her shortly after sunset. She and Lilith ate a quick meal, then donned the garb that the lord provided. It was simple clothing, a plain skirt to mid-calf, and shirt, covered by a long-sleeved jacket. Lilith's outfit was much the same, though hers also had a long cloak with a hood, to hide the skin tone and hair that marked her as an outsider. Or, more importantly, the features that were known as the Dark Saint's.

A group of Inquisitors and volunteers escorted them to the border of Amsterdam and Brussels. From there, the two women made their way through the streets of town, meandering slowly toward the bridge. There was just enough hurry in their step to make it seem as if they had a purpose being out so late. Esther was even carrying a basket, as would a woman running errands. It held her pistol and a pair of knives, for an emergency, but it served as a good cover, should they be stopped.

But they weren't. In fact, it was eerie, how silent the streets were. So soon after dark, there should have been at least a few people. Late-night roamers, going about their business. People returning home at the end of a long day. People out for a quick sip at the bar down the street. Or even the city's homeless, finding their places for the night. But there was no one. Esther repressed the urge to shiver.

Finally, as the first tendrils of fog started to form, the bridge came into sight. Both of them slowed their steps, keeping a watchful eye out. But there didn't seem to be any guards, Terran or Methuselah. No one at all, in fact, except a single, slender figure, leaning across the railing at the apex of the bridge.

Esther blinked, frowning. It looks like a child. But surely, no parent would allow a child out of doors at night, especially not in a war zone. Although, she'd snuck out of the church on several occasions, during her time as a rebel in Istvan. Maybe...an orphan or homeless child? Or a youngster out on a dare? Her frown deepened. Despite the mist that obscured her vision, and the darkness, there was something familiar about that form.

She and Lilith approached slowly. They didn't want to frighten the child, whoever she was, whatever she was doing there at that hour. They'd almost gotten close enough for Esther to call out a greeting, when the small figure turned, and smiled brightly. "Well. I was wondering when you'd turn up."

Esther gasped, recognizing the raven hair beneath the boyish cap, the bright green eyes. Beside her, Lilith drew in a sharp breath. "Seth."

Seth grinned. "I was waiting for you, you know. Ever since I saw the Vatican ship fly in this afternoon. I thought it might be you." She stretched, and the smile widened, though it was also tinged with sadness. "It's been a while, Sister Lilith."

Lilith nodded, releasing a small smile of her own. "So it has." She lowered her cloak hood, and looked the youngster over. "You're doing well?"

Seth shrugged. "More or less. You should know though, Brother Abel's been rather upset lately. And Brother Cain...well, probably best I don't tell you about him." She stretched again, her smile disappearing into the sadness in her green eyes. "I'm worried about Abel, really. You've certainly put him in a bit of a tight spot."

"I know." Lilith came to stand beside the younger Crusnik. "But it cannot be helped. Abel has chosen his path, as I have chosen mine." She shook her head slightly. "If you would though...tell him...I am sorry."

"I know." Seth sighed. "The Vatican, they sent you to wipe us out, didn't they?"

Lilith frowned. "They sent me here to end the conflict in this area." She turned to meet the younger girl's gaze. "And you? Did Cain send you to destroy this place?" her eyes held the emerald green ones. "Are you too, to become a Destroyer?"

Seth looked away. "I rather think that was Cain's purpose, but it hasn't quite turned out that way. That's actually part of the reason I was waiting for you." She shifted restlessly, then swung herself up to perch on the railing, moving with the sure grace of a Crusnik's reflexes and years of training. "Brother Cain did send us as a strike force, but...well, there's been a few changes of heart." She sighed.

Lilith nodded. "Please, explain."

Seth's green eyes were clouded with worry. "This war...it's really been taking its toll. A lot of our people are beginning to have second thoughts. Not really enough of them, and no one's really willing to defy Brother Cain, but...the slaughter is rather terrible." There were hints of tears in the dark eyes. "We've lost a lot of people. I think that bothers Brother Abel as much as fighting you."

She took a breath and visibly forced herself to relax. "This group I led here...well, we're supposed to be destroying the cities but the truth is...they were rather hoping to duplicate what you did in Albion. And I...I agreed to help them. That's why I volunteered to lead the force, instead of Brother Abel, or one of the newer lieutenants."

"You intend to settle?" Lilith's voice was calm, but there was an edge of steel to it. "You truly think attacking the city, putting it's lords on the defensive and conquering it will make for a peaceful solution."

Seth had the grace to look chagrined. "Honestly, we didn't really mean to attack them. That first night...I'm afraid things got a little out of hand. And since then...it's been one misunderstanding after another." She sighed, looking out over the river. "I thought about taking them to Berlin, but Cain would never allow it."

Lilith shook her head, her eyes softening. "No. he would not."

Seth sighed again. "I know, we've made some rather bad mistakes. But I was hoping they'd send you to us. I was hoping you could talk to them, and get us some sort of compromise. Otherwise..." She shook her head. "I fear, what's happening..." A single tear slipped down her cheek. "Brother Cain...he's not really the same person he used to be. Even Brother Abel knows it. But I can't think of a way to stop him, and Abel won't. So...this seems to be the best I can do for now." She bowed her head.

Lilith's expression softened further. She reached out and pulled Seth into a gentle hug. "It's all right, little one. I'll do my best." Seth let out a soft sob, and wrapped her arms around the other woman's frame. Lilith smiled kindly and tightened her grip. "I'm glad you are not consumed with Cain's madness. I did not want to confront you as well as Abel."

They stayed in that embrace for a long moment. Esther kept watch. Finally, Lilith released the younger girl. "If I'm to take your words back to the Terrans, I need to speak with the other leaders of your company, and take statements from them. Otherwise, the Terrans who lead this city will never believe you. Can you take me to them?"

Seth nodded, an impish smile tracing a faint line on her features. "Of course." She turned. "They're about a twenty minute walk away." She pointed into the city, then spun around. "I guess we should go then." Lilith nodded, and she and Esther followed the girl into the mist.

The following night, they crossed back over the bridge, Esther's basket now full of papers from the four major Captains of the Methuselah force, plus each of their two immediate subordinates. Each member of the force had submitted, in his own words an apology, a request for truce, if not peace, and a statement of intent.

After several hours of discussion, they'd agreed to a tentative plan. With the approval of Lord de Watteau, and the Bishop, they Methuselah would claim neutral territory, just within the city limits. Each captain would have his own city to tend to, and his own force, as far away from each other as possible. In return, the Church would consolidate a position, along with the Terran nobles, in the center, and the rest of the city. One noble Terran would serve as liaison. The Methuselah would curb their drinking and rely on the Aqua Vitae for survival, with the occasional voluntary donation in emergencies. And, most importantly from the Vatican standpoint, the church would be absolutely inviolate, not to be touched. No one carrying a collar or habit would be harmed, ever. Seth would report back to Cain that the commanders had subdued the city, but refrained from destruction on account of the Methuselah need for food sources. The church would, according to her report, be quasi-hostages, in exchange for the safety of the citizens, as would the Lord who became liaison.

It was a good plan, if they could get Bishop Laurence, Lord de Watteau, and the leader of the Inquisition forces to agree. Esther cradled the basket carefully in both arms, and tried not to think about it too hard. Still, as they approached the bridge from Brussels to Amsterdam, her heart was pounding, and she felt like she had rocks in her stomach. She'd known when they arrived in Albion, that everything would be all right. But though she knew the city had become ruled by the Count Four and their Terran counterparts, she couldn't remember when it had happened. Or how.

Karl de Watteau met them as they crossed over the last bridge into Amsterdam. His eyes were alight with worry and a sort of desperate hope. "Holy One."

"Lord de Watteau." Lilith inclined her head.

The lord returned her bow, then straightened. "My Lady...that you've returned so soon...you have information?"

Lilith nodded again. "I do indeed. As soon as we return, I shall call a meeting to present what Esther and I discovered. I would like to request the presence of the leaders of all four cities, as well as his Grace, Bishop Laurence, and the commander of the Inquisition forces."

He nodded. "I will see to it, while you refresh yourselves." With that, his guards closed around them.

It took them only a few minutes to return to the church. Esther showered and changed, her mind whirling with the possibilities, her stomach churning with nerves. She wanted everything to be settled peacefully. But she knew how hard it would be. But still...she was so tired of all the bloodshed. If there was a way to stop it, in the Four Cities at least...She clenched her fists. We will convince them somehow. For Lilith's dream, and the Father's. And so this senseless violence can be ended. She took a deep breath, to settle her nerves, then picked up the basket and headed for the meeting room. For Seth.

The others were already gathered when she arrived, save for Lilith. The older woman appeared only seconds later. All of the gathered lords rose. Then Bishop Laurence stepped forward. "Holy Lady...you have information?"

"I do." Lilith moved forward, and gestured for Esther to lay the stacks of paper from her basket onto the table. "Last night, I spoke with the leaders of the Methuselah force. Including their highest ranking commander."

The leader of the Inquisition team stiffened. "You spoke to...better to have contacted us! We could have destroyed the vipers in their nest!"

"No." Lilith caught his gaze. "That I will not do."

His face tensed. "Then you...our sacred leader, second only to His Holiness, would betray the church?"

"That is not my intention. However...does not the sacred law hold it as a sin, to harm one's kin?"

Bishop Laurence nodded. "A mortal one."

Lilith met his eyes. "That was why I could not, and cannot condone an attack. She who leads them was once one I called sister, dear as blood. By the laws of God, and my own honor, Lord Bishop, I will raise no hand against her."

The two locked gazes for a moment, then the Bishop inclined his head in silent apology. "Understood. You say you have information?"

"I do. I obtained these papers from their commander, along with her four senior captains, and their two senior subordinates. I would invite you gentlemen to look at them." She gestured. "You will find that they contain a written apology for the injuries and fatalities you have sustained, a promise of reparation to the citizens of all four cities, and a request for truce and ceasefire."

Karl de Watteau picked up a sheaf of papers and passed it to the Bishop, then took another. Esther watched as both men scanned the pages. Then he set his down, and flipped through another. The Bishop followed his example. The lord's eyes widened. "Money for repairs...church immunity...this is..." His eyes rose to meet Lilith's. "This is...not what I expected, certainly."

"I am aware of that. However, will you consider their offer?"

One of the other lords picked up a sheaf of papers. His eyes widened. "The reparation money listed here would easily repair most of the damage to the cities."

"Even so..." the Bishop lowered the packet he was holding. "Can we be sure that they will keep their word?"

"Indeed." Lilith nodded. "They have sworn oath to me. And all have indicated their willingness to swear oath to you as well. On the very steps of the church at dawn, if you ask it."

Karl nodded. "It's written here, as part of the terms. However..." His eyes were troubled. "Even should they be true-sworn...their leaders..."

"Shall not trouble you." Lilith's tone was firm, confident. "Their commander is the youngest of the three central leaders. She has agreed to speak for this plan, under the terms indicated."

There was a snort from one of the others. "Youngest commander of three. And the other two are the Dark Destroyer, and the Enemy of the World. You expect us to pin our hopes on such a frail reed, Holy Lady?"

"I would. He whom you call the Dark Destroyer will at least stay his hand, I think, for her sake." Lilith met the man's eyes. "And think, my lords! If these are willing to defect, to turn away, then it is a sign their will is faltering. Why not give a good reason for others to cease as well?" She met the Inquisitor's gaze. "Despite everything, strength and technology will not win you this war. Even your faith in God may only take us so far." There were gasps, and Lilith tracked them with a look. "God demands much of his servants, as you know from the Holy Bible. This request, treated with the respect it is due, may very well provide a turning point. And did not the Lord say that church and man alike should forgive the truly repentant?"

Bishop Laurence looked thoughtful. Karl de Watteau did as well. The Chief of the Inquisition and several of the other nobles, however, were looking mutinous.

Esther swallowed and took a few steps back settling into a seat as the debate continued to rage around her. She felt exhausted, but at the same time, she was restless, worrying about the outcome of the argument. She settled for sitting in the chair, watching those around her, until sleep overtook her, and Lilith had one of the servants escort her to bed.

The debate raged for days. The Vatican had to be contacted with Lilith's information and proposal. Then various terms had to be argued out. Esther sat on the sidelines, taking notes and speaking up when she felt it was necessary. She was glad she'd had practice in such situations, back in her own time. Otherwise, she would have felt like pulling her hair out, or stomping her way out of the room in frustration.

Finally, though, they managed to secure the agreement of the rest of the nobles, the Inquisition and the Pope. Esther, under the direction of Lilith, Karl de Watteau, and Bishop Laurence, drew up documentation of their agreement, the alterations they wished to make to the Methuselah proposal, and so forth. Then, accompanied by the lord de Watteau and the Bishop, they made their way back to the bridge.

Seth was waiting when they arrived, this time flanked by two men whom Esther took to be her captains. She was also wearing a white uniform Esther recognized. A white tunic and jacket that fell to mid-thigh, over light leggings and boots that stopped an inch short of her knee. Both shoulders were emblazoned with the UNASF logo Esther remembered, the collar and hemline trimmed with her signature emerald green. The two men with her were dressed in similar uniforms, both with rank markings attached to theirs.

Seth smiled as they approached. "Well, it's about time. I was beginning to wonder if I needed to send a messenger."

Bishop Laurence stumbled to a stop, as did Lord de Watteau. "What..."

Seth smiled. "Ah, I see you weren't warned." She shrugged. "You know, for a Methuselah, physical age doesn't change all that much after the initial transformation into adulthood. But you really don't need to worry about it. I promise you, despite my appearance, I'm well able to hold my own. Even with my two brothers."

It was Lord de Watteau who found his voice first. "Then you...you are the leader of the Methuselah forces?" he swallowed. "Lady."

Seth laughed. "There's no need to go so far. Seth will do, for right now. It's not as if you're under my command or anything." She smiled brightly, then shrugged. "At any rate, I assume that you have a response to my request?"

"We do." Lord de Watteau stepped forward and presented the documents to her. "We've made some adjustments, according to the request of the Vatican and our own nobles, however, we believe it to be a fair enough compromise."

Seth took the papers and flipped through them quickly. "Well, I don't see any problems." She turned and handed them to the man standing behind her. "What do you think? You're the ones who have to live with it after all."

Both men spent several minutes reading carefully through it. At last, the older of the two nodded. "It is acceptable."

Seth grinned. "Well then, it looks as if we have an agreement." She turned back around. "I suppose that you will be our Terran liaison, my lord?"

Karl de Watteau nodded. "I will, my lady. As will the rest of my family, unless the other ruling lords vote otherwise."

"Well, then, that's good to know. In that case, I rather think we ought to meet tomorrow settle this, don't you?" She shifted on her feet. "So then, where shall we meet?"

"Neutral ground, in Bruges, my lady. There is an old house of law there." He gave her quick directions.

Seth nodded. "As you wish. My men and I will see you there tomorrow evening." Then, without any more words, the three Methuselah turned and vanished into the night. After a few moments, Lilith and the others followed suit, returning to the church to rest.

The meeting the next evening was short and to the point. In neutral territory, each Captain of the Methuselah signed his name to the declaration of truce, their signatures matched by those of Bishop Laurence, Lord de Watteau, and the two other most senior lords. Esther watched as the men completed the formal signing, then shook hands. There was still a lot of tension in the air, and the Inquisition representative looked ready to spit daggers, but no one was drawing any weapons. She took that as a good sign.

"Hey there." Esther jumped as Seth appeared at her elbow. Seth smiled. "Sorry to startle you. I was wondering if I might have a word with you and Lilith for a moment."

"Of course." Esther followed the young girl outside. Lilith was already waiting. She smiled gently and swept the smaller girl into a hug.

Seth returned the embrace, then broke away to lean against the wall. "I've spoken to brother Abel. He says he won't attack here, unless something happens to the Methuselah who are sheltering here." She sighed. "I don't really know what Cain has planned, but I think these people will be safe."

"That is good." Lilith nodded.

Seth sighed. "I suppose so. But you know..." she sighed, then her eyes met Lilith's. "You know, Cain's gotten pretty irritable about what you've been doing. And Abel...it's very difficult for him." There was pleading in her gaze. "Isn't it enough yet? Can't you just come back?"

Lilith shook her head, Seth's sadness mirrored in her own gaze. "No. I will not condone the slaughter of the humans. If Abel and Cain will not see this is wrong, then I must continue to oppose them."

Seth sighed. "I thought you might say that. Still..." Her eyes were distant, then they focused on Lilith. "Be careful, okay? I really don't want you to break Abel's heart, you know. And the way things are going, I'm really rather afraid for both of you."

Lilith stiffened. "Has something happened?"

Seth shook her head. "Not yet, I don't think. But Abel...he's been much more reluctant to go into battle, these past few weeks. But still...he and Cain...it's a very strong bond. I'm not sure what will happen to them, and I'm worried that Abel might do something foolish. Or that Cain might do something. You know, he's really rather angry at you." She looked up. "Please be careful. Otherwise..." She swallowed. "You know Brother Cain is dangerous, and I don't want anything to happen to you or Abel.

"I know." Lilith smiled gently, offering reassurance. Then she reached out and drew the younger Crusnik to her. "I am sorry, for putting you in such a difficult position."

Seth sighed, and managed a weak smile. "Well, I suppose it can't be helped. Although, you said earlier that you wanted to ask me for something?"

Lilith nodded. "Yes. There's a request I'd like to make of you, if you think you can spare the time." She handed Seth a small data reader.

Seth took it, turned it on, and considered the information. Her eyes widened. "You're really serious about this?" her gaze flicked to Esther, then back to her mentor.

"I am. Do you think it can be done?"

Seth considered a moment. "Well, since it already was once, of course it can. Although...I'll have to find the original notes and everything. But I think I can manage. Brother Abel might be willing to help me a bit." She nodded. "I'll see what I can do." She glanced up at the sky. "I'll probably have to leave tomorrow, so I'd best get ready. I'll let you know when I've finished. In the meantime..." Her green gaze went to Lilith, and to Esther. "Please, be very careful, both of you."

Esther nodded. "Of course we will." In her own time, she would have hugged the other girl, but this wasn't her time. Instead, she offered a light bow, a gesture of respect toward the girl who would one day be Empress of the Methuselah.

Seth and Lilith shared a last, lingering embrace, then the young girl stepped back, gave them a small, sad smile, and vanished into the night. Esther and Lilith remained, watching for a moment, then turned and went back inside.


* FACT According to the spoilers Lilith went down and made contact with Gregory, the current Vatican pope at that time from Armageddon after leaving the Arc. Not long after she went against Cain, Seth and Abel to side with humanity against them. It was never stated what number pope Gregory was, what his full name was nor or how long he was in papacy power but we went with what research we did and used it best to our benefit for this chapter.

[*]- In reality when a new pope is elected he only runs for about 20-30 years he would mostly in his 60's, 70's or 80' unless he dies or decides he wants to retire from his position as pope. Those are the two alternatives for a pope when it is time to a new one is chosen by papacy vote to replace his predecessor.

* FACT Saint Istvan wasmentioned in the manga of Chapter 17 by Abel, on pages 38 and 39. 'Saint Istvan brought huge amounts of electricity for an eastern village'.

From what was said by Abel during that time many saints began to appear with 'miracles' that happened in different places during the Armageddon war. Abel tells Sister Kate about this onboard the Irion Maiden in chapter 17. Allot of fandom/fans say or claims that Saint Istvan was Lilith but this not really true. As quoted from chapter 17 'The Black Saint prophesied many things for the Pope then'.

Lilith might have allied or was friends with various other saints from that time as she was with Queen of Carthage AKA saint Elisa but Lilith was not saint of Istvan country. She is mostly well known for her feats in siding with humans/ the Vatican against the Enemy of the World.