Cyclamen

"How long has he hid himself in here?"

A young wither angel look to a much robust angel. Both as they were drape in robes, hints of identity of each other. A wary smile the smaller angel wore. Looking ways from the towers, watching for any sign of life within one particular stain window.

"Not sure, a lot has happen. The spin of the earth is already in a new century and he... rather not see it."

"I guess I would too. Micheal and Gabriel are being reckless. A certain fallen isn't making it easy for them."

"I'm sure Hesediel would love to hear that. Anything else, Zaphkiel, or you trying to gather information for a new book."

"Yes and no. Things are changing and if our Angel of Mercy doesn't show his face soon. I don't think the higher ups will take kindly."

"Why won't they let him grieve? They let us. We lost many close to our souls too."

"Jophiel, you know why."

"Blast our ranks! Zaphkiel, this isn't wh-"

Though, before Jophiel could say more, she was silent by a hand on her mouth by the other. Worry and anger clashed to each other. Yet, they stilled when hearing chatter come and go of familiar voice. The larger angel usher the hide, in time to catch the others to passby.

"The Almighty is getting testy."

"Let it be. Have shown on how that useless angel can be seen as unsuited for his role."

"Cold isn't it?"

"Nay. He choose to be comrades with those traitors. You saw."

Jophiel and Zaphkiel peeked through one of the grand library hall, a flicker from the candles within the room came and went. The two angel wince thinking it was from them opening the door ajar, but went unaware as they watched the high rank holy beings walked by. Unnoticed for the time being, spying the two as they stood where the hidden Angel's were once were.

"I did. Hard to believe. What will come with the other princes? The ones under Hesediel's order? I doubt they will take kindly."

"And could rebel. Honestly, the more we weed our those against our cause, the better."

"What have Gabriel and those above say on this?"

"Just be ready for your goodbyes to those you are close with, Haniel. I already have, the Almighty's word matters more."

"Understood Camael. Shall we fetch Hesediel for the court then?" Haniel asked, pointed towards where Hesediel's chambers were.

"No. Not yet. I'm cruel in my duties but not heartless. We'll give him a few more days. After that, it's back to business as always."

"And the gain for this?"

"I want him complent for his duties. A friend to traitors or not, I'm not blind of what he can do."

"There are those who would disagree."

"Sadly, that is very true. Come, we have to find those new angels for training. Day break is nearing."

The chatter kept, fading in match to the steps. The hidden Angel's slowly stepped out of the library, carefully. Jophiel jagged in her footing, eyeing for Zaphkiel to say something, anything to ease her inner worries.

"Zap-"

"We need to warn Hesediel. Something isn't right."

"Ar trian ge noan sapah."

The others jumped and turned to see Hesediel. Golden and faded. Jophiel moved and try to touch Hesediel but her hand fell through.

"Spiritual shadow... what-"

"Gnay ge heed. Wisen. Par canse noan dorpha." Hesediel stated lamely, eyeing their surroundings carefully.

Zaphkiel stepped forward, calming Jophiel as he spoke. "G solpeth?"

"Pieces, ol uls. Ol'll arp tend c t ds capimao t's capimao. Gnay ge fret, balit weild a dilzmo."

"Cirp... Hesediel..."

Hesediel looked to the withering and shaken angel. Shoulders slumped as how close tears would be falling. He hushed her kindly, as family would do. A smile never comes to his face, but Jophiel relaxes when catching a familiar lull in his eyes.

"G tibibp aare ge akarinu c par, Jophiel. Noan givi."

"Ol ol trian gnay, Hesediel."

"Oi i ge undl balit noxs c ol aala. May ge eol c t. Balit?"

A moment of pause happen between the other two. Glancing to each other, mixture of thoughts but still, the wills stayed the same. Eyeing back to Hesediel's shadow. They nodded in agreement and parted ways. Things were changing, unaware and unsteady, but that is just how things go at times.