Moony: All right...pre-amble.

Remus: Yay!

Chrno: So, what do you have planned for us this time?

Moony: Mostly talking...but it's interesting talking. -smiles-

Rosette: Right. -rolls eyes-

Remington: Let's just get on with the torture... -sigh-

Chapter 2: Of Angels and Demons

They all sat in Sister Kate's office, scattered about in various places. Sister Kate sat at her desk, the others seated in chairs around it. Remington stood at the window as usual, only now accompanied by Trinity. Rosette observed her carefully, eyes narrowing slightly. She didn't like the looks the young woman was shooting the minister...Aziraphale cleared his throat as he began to explain.

"To put things quite simply...well, no doubt you have noticed a recent outbreak of otherworldly activity." Aziraphale said.

"Actually, yes. We've all been wondering exactly what's going on." Sister Kate said.

"We have the answer to that question." Crowley said casually.

"Now, I had a quick conversation with Ewan while the others were unpacking and seeing as his secret is part of this reason, he has allowed me to divulge it." Aziraphale said.

Sister Kate, the Elder, Chrno, Rosette, and Azmaria looked to the minister questioningly...but his attention was occupied by whatever was going on outside, and he chose not to meet their gaze. Indeed, Trinity and Remus seemed to be captivated by the outside, leaving Aziraphale and Crowley to explain the situation. Aziraphale cleared his throat again, bringing their attention back to the matter at hand.

"Now, this is going to come to a shock to everyone except, perhaps, you Chrno." Aziraphale said.

The amethyst haired devil stared at him curiously. There were many things that would make sense to him that the others wouldn't understand, but what could it possibly be? His attention was now fully focused on his brother and his blond partner.

"You all know of the chapter in the bible that depicts the coming of the Anti-Christ, the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse, and of course...the Great War. That chapter is Revelation." Aziraphale explained. "Well, we've located the Anti-Christ, which means The End shall soon be upon us, but he has grown up fairly normal."

"You're telling us that the Apocalypse approaches and that our good news is that the son of the Great Destroyer has grown up 'fairly normal'?" Sister Kate said, mouth agape.

"Well...yeah. But there's more. See, Angels and Demons aren't allowed to directly push him in the right or wrong direction, but what we can do is use unseen ways. For example, I as a Demon might 'line him up' for a little white lie, where-as an Angel like Aziraphale might try and make it so he's convinced he needs to tell the truth. So in that way, we were thinking--" Crowley said.

"Hold it. Aziraphale is an Angel?" Rosette said looking perplexed.

"Yes, I am. Though, I tend to prefer to say otherwise...telling people you're an Angel can really hurt you in the Antique Book business." Aziraphale said.

"So...Mr. Crowley is a Demon, and Mr. Aziraphale is an Angel. So, if Father Remington is Mr. Aziraphale's brother, wouldn't he be..." Azmaria said, sheepishly, letting her sentence trail off.

"Correct. Ewan is indeed an Angel." Aziraphale said.

All eyes focused on the priest, who looked very tense all of a sudden. Still, he chose to look out that window. Chrno regarded him carefully...why hadn't he known? After the past few years, he figured he would have at least been able to guess. He'd detected small bits of Astral Energy coming from the man, which was a little strange for a human, but nothing too abnormal. He looked at him in a whole new light...but why had he felt the need to keep it from everyone?

"E-Elder!"

The exclamation came from Remington, who was now being poked, prodded and bothered by the Elder. His face was red, as though embarrassed in some way. Trinity stood a few feet away, a hand held over her mouth to keep from laughing. Remus chortled outright, unlike his sister.

"Hold still, Father! I'm just examining you!" the Elder insisted.

"Mahaha, looks like Ewan's a little embarrassed!" Remus chortled.

"Elder please! There are more important things we need to be focused on!" Remington insisted.

"Hmm...maybe you're right." the Elder replied, finally relenting on his poking spree.

The priest let out an exasperated sigh. He had a feeling there would be a lot of questions later on in the evening...and not just about him either. Folding his arms over his chest, he leaned back against the wall, eager for the flow of the conversation to move past him and onto another subject.

"Yes, well, to continue--" Aziraphale said, before being cut off by Rosette.

"So if You and Father Remington are Angels, and Crowley is a Demon...are Trinity and Remus human?" Rosette asked.

"Actually we were going to get to that and the answer is none of the above...but thanks for playing." Crowley said.

"How can they be 'none of the above', Mr. Crowley? What does that leave?" Sister Kate asked.

"We're Halflings." Remus said suddenly. "Half Demon and Half Angel, all Forsaken. Because of what we are, we are welcome in neither Heaven or Hell, and so are bound to this earth, this...mortal plane."

"But, we like it here. We aren't about to let our home be destroyed." Trinity said. "We've been around for over two thousand years...all of us."

"All of you are over two thousand years old?" the Elder asked.

"Five thousand eight hundred and fifty-two." Crowley said.

"Five thousand nine hundred and thirty-seven." Aziraphale announced.

"Five thousand one hundred and thirteen." Remington replied.

"Four thousand six hundred and ninety-three." Trinity said with a smile.

"And I'm three thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine." Remus said with a smirk.

"My GOD you're old!" Rosette hollered.

"Hey, I think I look quite good for my age." Crowley said, pouting slightly.

"Yeah...how many other three thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine year old's do you know that look this sexy?" Remus said, with a sly look.

Crowley smirked, slapping the other male a hi-five. Remington, Aziraphale, and Trinity sighed collectively as the rest of the room's occupants stared dumbly at the chortling Demon and Halfling. Regaining his composer, Airaphale called their attention to him once again.

"Yes, so we have formed a...group of sorts." Aziraphale exclaimed.

"Otherwise known as "The Organization", so you know." Remus interjected.

"Right. Now, the Anti-Christ is a boy named Adam Young, who lives in Lower Tadfield in England. So, in order for us to keep a further eye on him, we would need all of you to come to England with us. So long as you are willing, that is." Aziraphale explained.

"Why us, if I may ask?" Sister Kate asked.

"Well, there's Ewan of course. Not to mention Chrno and Azmaria. But Rosette holds a position in this as well, as she is Chrno's Contractor." Aziraphale explained.

"I see. Well, so long as everyone else agrees to this, I see no problem." Sister Kate said.

"I'm going." Rosette said shortly.

"If Rosette's going, I am as well." Chrno replied.

"Me too." Azmaria said meekly.

"Great! We'll be leaving in a couple of days, so that should give you time to explain to your friens and to tie up any loose ends." Trinity said clapping her hands together.

The group nodded silently. After a little meaningless chatter, they left the office, dispersing throughout the Order. Chrno, Rosette, and Azmaria made their way to the Dining Hall, deciding to eat dinner. The others scattered to various locations, seeking some space to think over the events that had just taken and were about to take place.

It had grown late, and some of them sought to turn in. Trinity had other ideas. The Halfling made her way up the staircase and into the belfry, walking out and preparing to take a seat on the ledge, she was surprised to find someone had beaten her to it.

"Hello Ewan." she greeted shortly, taking a seat.

"Oh. Hello Trinity." he replied, his head snapping up to watch her as she sat.

The two sat in silence for a moment, enjoying the tranquility of the night. Night had always been Trinity's favorite time of the day. It was quiet and almost seemed as though the whole world had fallen into a hush. She smiled lightly, closing her eyes as the nocturnal breeze played with her chestnut lochs. The priest gave her a sidelong glance, taking in the sight of her. They hadn't seen each other in...how long had it been? A few hundred years at least.

"Why did you hide it from them, if I can ask?" Trinity said suddenly.

"Well..." Remington said, his features looking thoughtful. "...it's not really something you can just tell people."

He smiled lightly at her. He hadn't meant to keep it from them, but it was just that he could never find the right way to explain it without looking like a complete nutter. Well, at least now they knew. Hopefully they wouldn't be too sore over the fact that he'd been keeping it from them...

"Listen. I don't feel I properly apologized all those years ago..." Trinity said awkwardly.

Ah, yes. There it was.

"No. No, it's alright. It wasn't your fault." Remington replied.

"Thank you..."

Silence reigned once more as the two lapsed into silence. It was an unspoken rule among Angels and Demons: you do NOT fall in love with the other side. Trinity and Remus were the result of such a bond, and thus were never truly accepted by Heaven or Hell. There weren't many Halflings, but they were all friends in some way or another. Haflings could not be loved by Angels or Demons, because they were a part of each and so fell under that unspoken rule. But Trinity had fallen in love none-the-less...and with someone who wasn't in love with her. They'd been friends for centuries before she realized her feelings for him, but when she confronted the blond haired blue eyed angel, he hadn't been able to return her affections. For awhile things had been strained between them...The Dark Ages had been dark for a reason.

"Forgive me, but I feel compelled to ask..." Remington began suddenly. "...do you still feel the same way?"

She looked at him a moment. Her eyes looked sad somehow...maybe searching for something. Her gaze fell to her hands, which were folded neatly in her lap. She shook her head slightly.

"No. I don't."

"I just...needed to know."

"I understand."

Trinity stood, dusting her pants off and then shoving her hands in her pockets in a very relaxed manner. She smiled at him; the same smile she'd worn for thousands of years.

"I'm going to turn in. Goodnight, Ewan."

"Goodnight, Trinity. Rest well."

"And to you as well."

The Halfling turned and began walking down the stairs, her mind elsewhere. Changing into her nightclothes, she crawled into bed and gazed out her window, a soft sigh escaping her lips. Angels weren't supposed to lie...but she supposed the Devil made her do it.

Moony: Meh. Sorry for the short chapter and late update. I've been in the hospital.

Chrno: -pest- Awwwwww...

Moony: But I'm getting better! And I'll make a better attempt with my updates. I have other stories as well, though, mind you.

Remington: Do what you can, no one can ask more than that.

Remus: Hey, Father, getting a little "cozy" in that last bit, eh? -shakes eyebrows-

Remington: -turns red- I don't know what you're talking about.

Moony: Heheh...I love to torture you guys.

Chrno: My, what a comforting sentiment.

Rosette: I'm with you there. -sigh-