Cyril stormed through the long, empty hall. The hall held many doors littered along each side, and upon each door lay a strange code, different from the next; a letter that was followed with five numbers after it. The ceiling was adorned with chandeliers made of pure, ornate gold, and hung from chains made of opal. The fire from the candles burned a bright fire, a fire that would never go out. Cyril finally made it to the end of this beautiful and yet weird hall. He was greeted by two familiar ten foot tall doors. He ushered them open, and walked through.

The new room he was in was a true sight to behold. In the center was a giant, shimmering rock, that ushered water down one side, similar to a waterfall. At its base was a small reservoir of water that was used for a recreational pool. In the far left corner was a roomy, clean bar, stocked with the most refreshing liquors any being could find in any world. The right side held a lounge for relaxation and resting. Tall, beautiful trees were scattered throughout the entire room, and the ceiling was made of one gigantic sheet of glass. A sun shone through the glass, destroying any need for artificial lighting.

But there was one last distinctive trait about this room: It was filled with Seraphim.

Cyril marched through this paradise of a room, without paying heed to anything or anyone in the room. He was greeted by another pair of large, brooding doors. These doors were twice as tall before, and were also seven feet wide in length each. His right hand met the handle of the door just as another Seraphim approached him.

It was Leander, one of the few Seraphim that everyone despised. Unlike Cyril's celestial clothes of silver garments, and a golden chestplate, Leander sported black dark black garments, and a chestplate covered in with the color of a brooding hellfire, with wings that were an unsettling dark gray tone. Leander placed his right hand on Cyril's left shoulder, as if it was a friendly gesture.

"Come now friend, how can all of us other Seraphim be so happy when you look so plainly mad," he questioned Cyril. An obscure grin emerged from his two lips. "Relax a little." Leander cocked his head back a bit and waved his right hand around, trying to make it seem like they were good companions.

Cyril slowly turned his head to return the greeting, but only with a dead, cold stare. If Leander was not a Seraphim, Cyril would have killed him at that moment. Cyril only uttered three words to his "friend."

"Don't touch me."

Cyril then brushed off Leander's hand with his left arm, and proceeded to open the door.

"Oh, touchy aren't we?" Leander started to chuckle under his breath.

Cyril responded with silence, then stepped into the next hall, discarding Leander's attention. The other Seraphim were all staring at this scene, and as soon as Leander's gaze returned toward the room, away from Cyril, the other Seraphim resumed their relaxation. They did not want any trouble to brew in this beautiful oasis.

Another hall greeted him, this one was darker than night itself though, but was also short. He reached the opposite end, and opened another pair of doors which were similar to the previous ones. Now he was in a pitch black room, with only one single light glowing, creating a small, yellow circle on the floor. He stepped onto it.

The doors slammed shut. There was complete darkness in the room, save the one light Cyril was under. Cyril kneeled down on one leg, his head was aimed low at the ground, as if he was bowing down to that of a higher nobility level.

Then a loud, booming voice was heard. The voice came from every direction in the room, completely surrounding Cyril, making him seem like he was much smaller than he really was. Just the presence of the voice made Cyril feel inferior.

"What is it, Cyril?" the voice asked.

Cyril responded to the words of the unknown void, "My Majesty, someone launched an Infernal towards the planet I rule, Earth, just an hour ago." Cyril paused. "Without me knowing about it. Did you have anything to do with it?"

The voice responded instantaneously, "No, I did not. And if what you say is true, why are you here now, and not fending the beast off?"

"There is someone else on my planet that is well capable of destroying it. That is why I am here."

"You left your planet in the hands of 'someone else?' How callous of you." the voice got louder, and took a darker tone now. "Who is this, 'someone else' you speak of? Another Seraphim?"

"Yes, and no. He is a Potential Seraphim, but definitely strong enough to take out a low-class Infernal."

"Interesting. How are you sure of this?" the voice became more interested in the subject matter, and lost the dark tone it previously held.

Cyril was silent for a few moments.

"Well?" the voice started to get indignant.

"I... fought him." Cyril nodded his head, as if he was ashamed of this.

"You fought him?" the voice was more aggravated than curious at this point. "You do know that you are not allowed to interfere with the growth of a Potential Seraphim, correct?"

"Yes, I am sorry my Lord. But it seemed nec --"

"I do not care if it seemed necessary or not. You disobeyed orders. I will let you off easily this time, but if you interfere anymore, I will have to take the necessary precautions with you."

"Yes, Master." Cyril nodded in agreement.

The small Seraphim then started to work his way towards the door, even though he could not see it. He still knew it was there. And just as he was about to leave the room, the voice spoke again.

"I will permit you to investigate the Infernal matter, though."

Cyril turned around. The presence he felt before was no longer there.

"... thank you." Cyril smiled, then exited the empty room.

Steven helped Rea to haul Kitai up the stairs so that Kitai could rest in her bed. They placed him on the farthest side away from the door, making it much easier to hide his body if Rea's parents came in. They lay him on his back, and walked away. They exited the room, slowly closing the door. Then Rea asked the question that was most prominent in her mind.

"What happened to him?" she asked.

"Its an interesting and odd story at the same time. It seemed like something that would never happen at all."

"Well, what is it?" her voice was filled with deep concern for her lover.

"Mmm..." he thought about how he would phrase this. It would seem too far-fetched if he just stated that a giant fireball mixed with stones destroyed the city. "Do you have a TV in your house? They might explain it better."

"A... TV?" She was definitely curious at this point, and was anxious to know what happened. "Downstairs, follow me."

Rea led Steven back down the stairs, and into the kitchen. He threw him the remote control for the TV. Steven began flipping through stations, until he found the local news channel. The screen depicted the city of Phoenix, but it was not the same Phoenix that Rea was accustomed to seeing. Debris was piled up everywhere, ambulances dotted the streets, sirens dominated the air, and people were still lost in a mix of emotions.

"Oh my god..." Rea's concern shifted to the state of her city for a brief moment, and then switched back to Kitai. "What happened?" she asked the question again.

Steven still did not know how to explain the situation. He settled for a cheap excuse, "There was a meteor shower that hit the city."

Rea questioned the integrity of the answer given. "A meteor shower?"

"Yep."

Her eyes narrowed towards his face. "You sure?"

"Positive." he pushed his hands into his pockets.

"It wasn't something else?"

"Nope."

"Are you messing with me?"

"Definitely not."

"If you are, you're gonna have to worry more about how much your face hurts than why you just lied to me."

Suddenly the TV switched to a full-screen picture of Kitai, she caught a glimpse of it. Then the TV played part of the fighting scene, and she saw the huge blazing collection of rocks terrorizing the city. She shoved Steven out of the way, and grabbed the TV on the sides, her eyes enlarged in awe. That was her Kitai, the Kitai she knew and loved, that was flying. Flying?

"Steven. Did you know about this?" her voice was quite demanding this time. Her attention was still affixed to the ongoing characters on the screen.

"Well, yes. I was at school, unlike some people." he tryed to lighten Rea's mood with a light joke.

"No. Not the monster. Kitai's powers." Rea didn't notice his attempted humor, still watching the television.

"Oh... that." his eyes moved upwards, as if the answer to the question was written on the kitchen ceiling. "Nope, had no clue."

She glared at him again. She doubted he was telling the truth, again.

"What? Honest!" his "honest" was a bit indignant this time.

She shrugged it off, and continued to watching the figures displayed on the monitor. Then the TV flashed the scenes where Kitai was bashed off to the side, and where he was launched straight for a building from the stream of jet fire. Her mouth gaped open. She started to cry.

"Here I was... thinking Kitai was dead, sobbing about it for three days, and he's out there slaying some type of demon?" she began to cry. "I'm such an idiot..."

Steven's cheerful smile quickly turned into a caring frown. He moved over to comfort Rea.

"Its ok. No one knew that he was out of the hospital, let alone flying around like some god or something." He began to try and hug Rea, but she shoved him aside, and she rushed upstairs, back to her room. "Ah... did I do something wrong?" he laughed a small, weak laugh, and turned back to the television set. They were replaying Kitai's fight scenes.

"Damn..."

Rea rushed up back to her sleeping beauty. She was greeted by a strange sight. The wings she saw that Kitai held during his magnificant duel were now fully visible and they wrapped around his body, as if they were protecting him from something. He emitted a faint, blue aura, and his burns and bruises were slowly but surely disappearing. Apparently Kitai could heal faster now because of his alien powers. Rea moved towards the body, and fell to her knees at the side of the bed. Her tears flowed easier and much faster now.

"Kitai..." her head was faced down into the bed, and her tears dampened the bed. After a brief moment, she raised her head, got onto the bed, and embraced Kitai's body. She placed her head on Kitai's chest, his wings moving to let her head touch his chest, as if they were alive. She stayed there, her head resting on Kitai's chest, weeping. She would not let go of the person she cared about most, she did not want anything to happen to him anymore.

"Kitai, don't leave me." Her cries filled the room with sadness.

Cyril opened the towering twenty foot doors, squinting his eyes as the light from the sun met his eyes. He breathed a sigh of relief. The meeting he planned with the Almighty went worse than he had planned. Cyril did not mean to mention that he had battled with Kitai, which could of been grounds for banishment. Luckily though, Cyril was definitely on His good side. He headed over to the bar and ordered his usual beer.

"Kirin Ichiban, please."

"Sure thing." replied the stout bartender.

The bartender turned his attention to the shelves of drinks and glasses behind him. He stretched an arm out, and a bottle of Cyril's drink floated outward from the plethora of liquors. He walked over to it, grabbed it, and pulled out a glass bottle from below the counter. He slid the bottle and glass toward Cyril.

"Thanks."

"No problem." The bartender returned to his normal duties of drying off the cups, even though he didn't have to. It was just something to do to pass the time.

A figure started to approach Cyril while he was drinking and took a seat next to Cyril. He ordered his own beer that he would typically get, and the bartender complied in the same fashion as before. The figure turned his attention to Cyril now, and not his beverage.

"So how did it go?"

Cyril glanced toward the angel. It was Leander.

"Hmm?" Leander seemed curious, curious in a bad way.

Cyril looked back down to his drink, and ignored the black and crimson Seraphim.

"Come now, you can't ignore a fellow Seraphim like that, can you? We're all f --"

Cyril had it with this man. He quickly slammed the bottle of the beer down on the counter and smashed in Leander's face with his clenched fist, breaking the beer bottle Leander was drinking along with several teeth.

"Let me make this clear. You and I are far from friends." his voice was clear and annoyed.

Leander got up from the blow, and wiped off the blood that showed from the corner of his lip. He grinned. "Do that again and I can get you banished." The two angels stood there, staring each other as if in another moment, one would pull out a weapon and kill the other.

The other onlooking Seraphim just stared. If there was one thing that everyone knew about Cyril, it was this: It was definitely a rare sighting to see him mad. A heavy atmosphere of silence filled the air. The once loud, boisterous room was now experience a silence that never before befall the room. No one knew what to do, nor did anyone want to do anything.

Cyril scanned the room. He noticed that everyone was staring at him and Leander. Cyril let all his tension go away through one deep breath, and straightened his back, standing normally. He let out a second deep breath. Cyril said nothing, and headed towards his lair. He did not want to see any of the Seraphims' faces at that point, especially Leander's.

The other Seraphim's gaze turned toward Leander as Cyril left the room. It most definitely was a stunning sight to see. Few things have made Cyril mad before, and one of those was not Leander. Leander grinned though. He finally found Cyril's weakpoint, or at least part of it. He was sure to exploit this to no end. He, too, left that room, to go towards his own lair. He began to comtemplate Cyril's end, and how he would go about it. He began to laugh, an evil, marading, maniacal laugh.

Once Cyril isolated himself in his room, an image of a place on Earth appeared on the floor. The image was of Phoenix, Arizona, a place still in chaos.

"That bastard." Cyril's train of thought shifted from the city to Leander. Cyril knew Leander had launched the Infernal to Phoenix, but he had no proof. He hated that angel even more. He was disgusted that Leander was still a Seraphim as well.

Then he shook off the thoughts about Leander and payed attention to the city now, not because it was in shambles, but because Kitai was near that location. Cyril knew that the city would eventually get back on his feet. He was worried more about Kitai though.

Cyril walked toward the edge of the image, his wings emerged as he his feet met the edge. Then he slowly leaned downwards, and free-fell into the projection. His body fell straight down, and he now appeared far about the city in the sky. He searched for Kitai's angelic aura, and found it with ease. He flew downward, spiraling in and out, as if someone was trying to shoot him down.

The clock marked seven PM in Arizona. Rea's head still rested on Kitai, with thoughts of worry, sadness, happiness, despair, love and pain all coursing through her mind. She gripped his body tighter now, closer. She would not be able to stand losing Kitai, not one bit. She loved him too much. Her tears had stopped though.

She started to raise her head, to check to see if Kitai was awake at this point. He wasn't, still asleep to her dissapointment. She got up, got off the bed, and headed towards the bathroom to wash off her tears. She headed downstairs, and noticed that Steven was long gone. She regretted forgetting to say goodbye to him, but the feeling passed. She decided to go shopping to get some things for Kitai, and also for her own persnoal needs, after checking on Kitai one last time though. She headed up the stairs, and reached the door, until she heard something inside the room. Her face lightened, and she became happy at the thought of Kitai being awake. She quickly opened the door.

"Kit... ai?" her voice changed from excitement to fear. She saw Cyril, with his silver clothing and golden armor and his wings folded, but visible, examining the body, looking over it. She feared the man looming over Kitai's body. She was just about to scream when she heard the figure speak something to her.

"Don't scream. Its all right." he said, in a cool, calming manner. His head was still locked on Kitai's body.

"How did you know I was going to scream?" she was more scared than ever.

"I'm a telepath."

"Tele... path? Those exist?"

"Yes, and no."

"Yes... and no?"

"Yes."

"Yes?"

"Uh... no."

"No?"

Cyril realized that this was going to get him nowhere. He breathed deeply yet again, and let it out. He motioned for the girl to come closer.

"Come. And no, I won't hurt you."

Rea walked over, curious as to what he was looking at.

"Uhm..."

"Cyril. My name is Cyril."

"Oh..."

"And yes, I know you are Rebecca."

She suddenly became quiet.

"Don't worry. I don't read thoughts too much." he smiled quickly turning his head to meet her stare, and let a quiet laugh out. His gaze returned to Kitai afterwards. "Now, notice anything odd about Kitai?"

"Uhm... his wings?"

"Odd..."

"Hmm?"

"You can see them?" he asked again.

"The wings?"

"Yes."

"Yes, I can." she became curious once more.

"Interesting."

Her head turned towards the angel.

"I can see yours too." she pointed out.

"Interesting..." he muttered again.

"Huh?"

"Nothing." he brushed the thought of it off. "Anyway, if you didn't know already, then Kitai has special, inhuman abilities."
"Yes, I knew that. The news covered it, or at least, showed clips of it." the images of the television scenes flashed through her head. Cyril read her thoughts and picked the images up.

"He fared better than I expected..."

"Did you see the report too?"

"No."

"Then ho --" she paused, and restated her question. "Oh, you read my mind again?"

"Exactly."

Rea let out a groan. She was getting tired of having her mind read.

"Hmmm, I suppose I owe you an introduction. And an explanation as well."

"Yes, yes you do." her voice was demanding now.

Cyril's head turned toward her.

"I mean... uh, that would be appreciated?" she faked a smile to please the angel before her.

"Humans..." Cyril let out a short sigh, turned his head to Kitai, and started again. "You see, I am a Seraphim. Seraphims are angelic beings that were once human, but now rule the galaxy they were raised in. We control various functions of the nature of things, and many more forces." he started to trail off, making sure that he told her nothing detailed. "Every one thousand years, God decrees that a new Seraphim must be selected. So, every thousand years, to execute God's will, five people are endowed with a special factor, the Angelus Factor. Kitai has this factor, making him a Potential Seraphim. Potential Seraphim contain abilities similar to those of a Seraphim as myself, but not as potent." he turned back to Rea. "Get all of that?"

She nodded a weak nod. "Yes, and no." she giggled a bit.

Cyril laughed as well. "Ah, to be human again..."

"Hmm?" Rea did not catch what he said.
"Oh, nothing." Cyril pulled his hand out, and looked at it. "To be human again..." he whispered this to himself and his mind seemed to wander off.

Rea looked at him oddly, wondering if something was wrong.

"No, I'm ok."

"Stop that! Stop reading my mind!"

"Sorry, old habits die hard." he laughed again. "Well, I've got to go check up on the state of the city anyway. Kitai will be ok, he won't die from something like this. So you can carry on with your life and shop around. Oh, and also.." he paused, and raised an eyebrow at her. "... at least you're worrying about protection." Cyril shaked his head dissaprovingly.

Rea's face became flushed, and began to blush. "Well... me and Kitai..." she started to play with her hands, staring down at them.

Cyril nodded again. "I guess it is inevitable with two people like you anyway."

"Ah..." Rea blushed harder now. "Wait... I thought I told you to stop that!" she was mad at him again for reading her mind.

"And I thought I told you that old habits die hard." he laughed once more.

"Hmph." she sighed angrily.

Cyril started to head towards the window. His wings fanned out as much as the small bedroom would let them. He pushed open the window, ready to fly out. He turned back to face Rea one last time.

"Have fun." he quietly laughed to himself.

"Get out of here!" Rea threw the nearest object at him, which happened to be a pillow. "Get out, get out, get out!"

Cyril laughed louder now, and flew out, dissapeared from sight.

Rea's arms dropped down, and she let out a sigh. She affixed her gaze to Kitai, and her heart became filled with content. She smiled, and moved towards the body. She ran her hand through Kitai's hair, kissed him on the cheek, then headed off for her errands.