A/N: I know these are short chapters, but I promise later I'll make them more descriptive and interesting. For now, bear with me. As always, thanks to my readers and reviewers!

Revelations

Knives watched dumbfounded and curious as the spider's body completely phased through the glass and into the arms of the angel. How was the filth able to have such an ability? Only his brother and he were able to perform such a complicated task, and even then the energy required took a heavy toll on their bodies. Then he was hit with another shocking image.

As Knives watched the female phase into the bulb and her clothes were left behind, he saw why she had cried out in pain when her back had hit the glass. Most of her body, but especially her back, were traced with bloodied, infected lines, as of a whip lash. Some were deep lacerations, cut nearly an inch into her skin, while others were simply flesh wounds. The injuries could not have been more than two weeks old, judging by the soreness and lack of healing. Someone had obviously abused the spider with little regard to her survival. He marveled at how she could have endured such abuse and still be standing.

Knives, however, was once more snapped out of his thoughts when the angel took the girl deeper into the bulb. "Stop, what are you doing?" he yelled, barely containing his rage at what he considered a blasphemous act. How dare she take that human into her bulb, and also to heal her!

Knives slammed his hands against the glass with a cry of anger, watching helplessly as the angel disappeared with her bundle. However, he soon became aware that the other four angels were trying to communicate with him, and by their energy radiating off them he knew the discussion would not be a pleasant one. Sighing in defeat at the coming barrage, he opened his mind and felt a rush of emotion that made him stagger back as if from a physical punch.

By the impression Knives was being given, the angels held a strong attachment to the spider. He knew that angels had a foolish sense of parental responsibility toward humans, and would protect them with their lives, but this emotion he felt was beyond anything he had experienced before. By the garbled message these angels were actually willing to go against his wishes rather than see the female harmed.

"What are you doing? he angrily questioned, looking from one angel to the next. "That human is not one of us!" he screamed in his mind, pounding a fist against the main angel's bulb for emphasis. Couldn't they see that this girl was their enemy, one of the race who was slowly killing their brethren?

"No" the angels spoke together firmly, responding to his thoughts. "She is not to blame for the suffering of our kind." Then a slight pause attracted Knives' attention and his eyes slowly flitted to the angel on his left, the one who unofficially acted as the 'mouth' of the others when the main angel was resting. The next words she spoke sent both a chill of fear and anger through her body.

"And she is no longer human."

The last statement perplexed Knives beyond his comprehension, the words almost an oxymoron in their use. After all, a spider could never be a plant, no matter what had happened to them. "What do you mean 'not human anymore'? he questioned, his eyes narrowing suspiciously at this almost mocking discussion. "Vash and I are the only free born plants in existence, and by her appearance, she is obviously not a freed angel!"

"Our sister gave her life to bring her into this world. "We cannot allow her sacrifice to be wasted," spoke the lead angel gently, the energy of the plants slightly sad as they apparently thought of their lost sister.

"Gave her life? Knives inwardly shouted, his teeth clenching together with utter frustration. "Are you telling me that an angel transferred her energy into this female spider? What reason could she have for doing this, for creating this, this abomination?"

Knives stumbled backward as he felt another wave of anger emanate from the angels before him. "She is our daughter!" they once more cried in unison, the energy around them turning a deep red from their own ire. "We will not allow you to harm her in any way!"

Knives took a willing step away from the bulbs as he allowed himself time to assess what his sisters were saying. Shaking his head, the male plant realized he would need time to think about this new revelation. Knowing the female's extensive injuries would need a good deal of healing, possibly a day, he politely nodded and closed his mind to the angels. Starting toward the computer room, he surmised maybe the computer's databases would explain how the angel had done this.

And how to reverse the process.