A/N: You know I couldn't figure out which fanfic idea I wanted to do (though I was considering turning Chrono into a cat for dumping his girlfriend-that-happened-to-be-a-witch, but I just couldn't find the motivation...), but never fear! I know what I'm going to write now!
Well, onto the reviews!

raspberrysorbet -- Uh... No, he's the first husband... I thought I explained that in Home Coming... Anyway, he's came down as a Human before and was Helen's husband back then, and now he's come back (though the law does not recognize them as spouses they never got devorced so...)

Pooch -- Yeah, I thought their habits might shock people... But, hey! Why go with the stereo types?

MisoGirl -- Yup! I just wish that I had more time to expand on that...

Fuoco Annerito -- Thank you! (it's a good thing my dad is bilingual...)

Rosette winced as she slowly woke up, dazedly looking around at her surroundings. She was in a very dim room so it took several moments for her eyes to adjust enough for her to see where she was. Her eyes went wide. She was laying chained to a pedestal in the middle of a circular stone room with large, floor to ceiling crystal spires evenly placed all around. Looking up she found the source of the light; the full moon hanging over the glass dome that made the roof, crystalline spires blending seamlessly with glass.
Rosette looked away as the moon started making her feel nauseous. She knew from her training that the moon reflects not only the sun's light but it's power as well and that glass nullified certain energies and amplified others to the point of creating an over saturation that was currently making her feel sick.
"Not feeling well?" A masculine voice asked from her right
"Not particularly." She replied, turning her gaze.
"Look behind you." He prompted.
Frowning she complied. What was behind her were enormous, archaic, double doors made of a sparkling red substance. Her frown deepened. She had never seen whatever it was that those doors were made out of, but somehow they tugged at her memory.
And then it hit her.
Oriculcum... She thought in shock.
The missing element in the periodic table of elements. The element that could amplify the ambient energy around it. The element that was supposed to have disappeared with Atlantis when the last of it finally sank beneath the waves of the Atlantic Ocean. But there stood the giant double doors... Made entirely of the stuff, or, at the very least, coated in it in the Atlantian manner. What was this that it needed oriculcum?
"The gates of Tartarus. Magnificent aren't they?"
Her eyes went wide as the color drained from her face and a chill seized her core. Turning to him she stared at him in disbelief. Did he have any idea what was in Tartarus? There's a reason those gates exist!
"Ah. I see that you know what's behind them."
"Do you?" She demanded hoarsely.
"Actually, as a matter of fact, I do. Which is why we are here."
"What are you planning?" She asked as a heavy weight settled it's self into the pit of her pounding heart.
"Oh, I'm just going to unleash what's in there."
Just as she thought. But why? She voiced her question.
"Because I want to destroy the Human race." He stated simply.
"Why?"
"Is that all you're going to ask? Ah, whatever. Why? Because your race doesn't deserve to live."
"Who are you to judge that?" She demanded.
"I didn't. Your own history did."
"What-?"
"I'm talking about genocide, Rosette Christopher."
And things clicked into place.
"Your not actually one of Pandemonium's children..."
"No. I'm a giant. A Nephilim. The child of an angel and a Human woman. One of the few untainted."
No wonder he was still alive. Before the giants had needed to start breeding with Humans -- do to dwindling numbers from the Humans trying to wipe them out -- they had been next to impossible to kill through injury. But what did he mean by "tainted"?
"I only have three questions for you; why did you always call Chrono your brother? Why am I here? And what do you mean by 'tainted'?"
"The answer to your first two questions," He said as he turned around and headed towards the section of the wall farthest from her, "Is because he is of my blood."
"What-?" She started, but he was already gone, through the wall.
Why would he need her here because Chrono was of his blood...? Realization hit her like a bullet train colliding with an unyielding wall. She looked at her swollen belly, a desperate fear coiling around her Spirit.
"Sorry, just had to go get something."
Her head snapped up at the sound of Aion's deep voice. In his hand was a vogel cut, quarts crystal necklace. Panic set in and she tried to get away only to discover that the chains were to tight to allow for much movement. She started to panic even more.
"Ah... You know what this does. Good I won't have to explain it then."
Oh, yes. She knew what it does. Or, more accurately, what it did to a pregnant woman. That crystal would induce labor. And she was only six and a half months along. He placed it on her chest.
"GET IT OFF OF ME!" She creamed at the top of her lungs, "GET IT OFF! GET IT OFF! GET THIS FUCKING THING OFF OF ME!" She turned a vicious glare on him, one that made him very glad she was Human and couldn't hurt him, "I'LL KILL YOU! I'LL TEAR YOU INTO PIECES! I'LL BOIL THE BLOOD IN YOUR VEINS! I PROMISE THAT YOUR DEATH WILL BE LONG AND PAINFUL! YOU WILL PAY FOR THIS WITH YOUR VERY SPIRIT AION! And I promise, I will tear it apart." She finished in a harsh, vicious whisper, leaning as close to him as she could.
That voice, that glare... She, this Human pubescent, scared the hell out of him. But he hid it with an amused, sardonic smile.
No wonder Chrono fears her wrath... He thought shakily.
Azmaria had been left at the hospital to guard Ctanna, Helen and Joshua – who was now stitched up – while everyone else was following Duke Zaizen to Aion at full speed. They were, at this very moment, over the Atlantic Ocean on there way too Italy; apparently that was where Aion was going to preform the ritual Zaizen had told them about.
Chrono was so terrified that he was feeling sick. What the ritual entailed... He floundered in the air as Rosette's emotions slammed into him full force.
'Rosette! Rosette, calm down! Tell me whats happening.
There were no coherent words to echo within his mind just thought, concepts and over powering emotions. The color left his face.
"Zaizen!" Chrono called, forgetting all formalities in his near panic, "He's starting the ritual!"
"There's nothing we can do until we get there."
Letting out a snarl to match his mate's glare and whispered promise to Aion he finally mastered an ability that the angels had been trying to teach him for two years. The ability to flatten space, not fold – that takes more power – but flatten.
They were suddenly three miles straight up from a glass dome that was a nexus of so much power it would have killed a Human. Good thing Rosette isn't Human. They plummeted straight down.
And were intercepted by Melissa and her gang.
"They've uped their power!" Zaizen warned the others.
"Traitor!" Malissa screamed, going straight for the Duke.
"Take care of them!" Chrono called to the others as he whipped past, intent only on the dome he was headed for.
No one argued with him – but two of Melissa's cronies followed. To stop him. To keep him away from Rosette, his mate. Trying to help Aion hurt her and kill his child. They were trying to hurt her and kill his child.
Chrono's vision clouded over into a red haze as rage claimed his heart.
The fight began.
A/NIn the next chapter... You're probably going to hate me and curse my name for the rest of your lives. Anyway, please review!