AN: We're getting some development here people! Introducing some characters to new faces! Gaining some insight into certain issues, all is well! I hope my girls aren't being too mary-sue because that is my worst fear for this story! Please let me know if they do so I can fix it immediately! The wars sort of going to fall on the backburner for a bit, at least, for Iaso it is because of her being on strict ordered light duty for the time being, but Ava will most certainly keep us going in it, it'll be a bit of a slow start because of establishing relationship and stuff, but it's gonna get heavy!

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Cutecookielove: HAHAHAAHA I know you do! I wont let you down! There is most certainly lots of fluff to come, for both of our girls! You'll find out why in this chapter! I love that the captains are there too, I'm trying to keep this in the same world as 'Living With Giants' just a bit tweaked obviously, little differences. It most certainly was sad to describe them losing their original children, even though they had more in the end that got to live-ish, it was still tough. I think that question of who she gets adopted by gets addressed here lol! Hahaha im not sure if im going to give any of the other archangels kids or not yet, I got a bit of a story line built up and nothing yet, but maybe! Haniel definitely has a kid who is exactly like him! He claimed them (YES I SAID THEM—HE HAS TWINS) and loves them dearly! Fluff is coming dood! It's gonna hit ya!

EmilyAnnMcGarrett-Winchester: Thank you! Im so glad you love it! I love you! In a not creepy way lol :D

AND ON TO CHAPTER 5!

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He smiled as he closed to door behind him, he knew both girls would be asleep sooner then later, and let them whisper to each other until they did turn to rest. Gabriel grinned at him as he came to stand before him, "You are so smitten with her and it's freaking adorable."

"Call me adorable, one more time, baby brother." He turned bright eyes on the youngest archangel, "And find out what becomes of you."

Though the hanging threat causes him to quiet down, it doesn't stop him from grinning that same grin he had before when he'd been joined by the older archangel. Gabriel collected himself after a moment, shooting a glance at the door in question that held the others they spoke of on the other side.

"Are you sure that she'll be fine."

He nodded, "Check on her every 45 minutes, she must actually wake up and respond," he followed his gaze to the door that held his daughter behind it, "But yes, she will be fine."

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"How does our niece fair, little brother?"

Michael was waiting for him upon his return, armor removed from a long day's practice, fingers tugging slightly at the dark blue tunic he wore, and he seemed to have been waiting there for his return for some time.

He met his older brother's gaze and nodded, "She is fine." He opened the gate to their villa, "Just a minor concussion that should clear in a week's time."

His older brother nodded in approval, "Good." He pushed away from the tree he'd been leaning on, "More time for us to meet."

Raphael nodded, falling into step with his older brother, thoughts swirling around in his mind. Most were of his daughter and her welfare, but others came for her friend, young Ava. For that particular angel to father a child came as a surprise to him, and surely would for the others when they found out, he thought it pertinent information that the Captain of that traitor knew of his offspring. It would do nothing to alleviate his sentence, nor anything to soften any spite there may be between the pair of them for that that monster had done to his own charge, it made him happy that him of all angels had sired a Nephilim and never claimed her.

Young Ava seemed most ashamed at her fathers actions, and it seems, when others found out, of their relationship too. She had been most adamant about not being anything like him, and in the first few moments of meeting her, he knew that to be the absolute truth.

"What's on your mind, little brother?" his older brother was a calming solid presence at his side as they made the trek up their dirt path to their home, "You are troubled."

"Did you know that Thaddeus sired a child?"

That throw his older brother, it brought him to a complete stop, staring at him as though he had just told him the most absurd thing and in this instance, it most certainly sounded like he had. Even he had a hard time wrapping his mind around this knowledge.

"That beast was allowed to….Tell me of her immediately."

He smiled, confusing his brother even more, "She reminds me of a young Gabriel." They turned to continue their walk, at a slower pace then before, letting everything out into the air around them, "She is so full of life. So clever. Her heart is brimming with the love of the people she knows and hasn't met yet." The Healer frowned, "But she is haunted by who her father is. She thinks that she is alone, though happy for my daughter, her friend, she does not think she will ever be claimed."

"Knowing that selfish bastard," it was unlike his brother to curse so openly and he knew that the elder was passionate about this subject "He will never claim someone as the way you describe her."

"I told her of our belief in adoption."

Michael nodded, "Yes," he stopped at the step of their villa, "The allowance of another to claim guardianship if their current is not sufficient for them."

"I would say that this case falls under that category."

"I would agree.", he met his brothers gaze, "Who were you thinking?" he smiled slightly "I know you better then you think so spare me the denial, you've been thinking of this matter since you'd met her."

Raphael blushed slightly, looking to his feet for a moment before meeting his brothers eyes once more, "What of Nisroc?"

"What about him?"

"He's already raised two young ones, do you think, after that, he'd be opposed to raising a third?"

Michael hummed, tapping a finger to his lips as he crossed his arms once more, that was most certainly an interesting question.

"I don't believe he would have a problem with it, though it would be different to when he brought up Sasha and Paul, Nephilim are not typically allowed in Heaven without Father's say so and with Him being away at the moment there is no hope to gain entry for her, it would be long distance caretaking at its best." He nodded to himself, "But I have no doubts that should he choose to take in another that he would care for her to the best of his ability."

"Will you bring him when you come to meet your niece?"

His older brother nodded, "Of course, if we are to aid our niece, she will have the aid of the best forces Heaven has to offer at her shoulder." He thought a moment, "Has anyone made any mention of an Avery or Karlile?"

The Healer tilted his head in confusion, so the elder elaborated "Semyaza's children, he's claimed them as his, though he lost track of them some time ago and fears what they may be up to as of late."

"Meaning which side of this war they may be battling on."

Michael nodded, and the younger sighed, "No, there has not been any mention of them, I will be sure to inquire at our next meeting." His older sibling nodded, "Lucifer has given him permission to leave for Earth to attempt and locate them on his own." He gestured for his younger brother to take the first step before him, and Raphael led the way up to the door to their villa, "I will ensure that Nisroc joins us" something settled in place for the Healer, no one deserved to have no place to belong, and he would work a best as he could to gain her a place she could say she was meant for, it should be a law passed by council that if one should sire a child then they shall claim it or find another to take care should they think themselves unfit. "And I will bring the matter to his attention, to see what his opinion on the matter would be, he is not as young as he used to be."

"Older brother, if I may be so blunt, you're older then him."

"Baby brother!"

The Healer laughed and bolted through the door as his older brother made chase.

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The following morning, Iaso woke before her friend did, and looked to her side sadly. She had always wondered what would have happened had she not have been claimed by her celestial parent, but for her closest friend to be living that life, she felt deep sadness for her. Ava was spunky, she was kind hearted, and had deadly precision with any projectile passed her way, and she couldn't understand who couldn't be proud enough of that to not have claimed them.

It was also another part in their war, a more personal matter that was kept between their own race, but there was some on the other side that believed it was time to over throw the Host, for a new Host to rise up for the world, and it all came down to the matter of not being claimed by their celestial parent. Though there were some who had been claimed and still joined them for the chaos they got to emit, she wondered if their parent knew of this, and if they did why they allowed it to happen. It made her wonder what her parent would do should she have been on the opposing side, and why her friend wasn't, for all that she'd been through she deserved to be. From what she's heard, Ava had met her dad only once, and he hadn't even claimed her after the meeting. It had been a short one, and her friend had retreated to solitude for some time after, she knew it was for her to break down without the others seeing and thinking her too compromised to be a scout anymore.

That's what they were; scouts.

They went from city to city, town to town, village to village, place to place, scouting out to see if there was an infestation or simply stragglers. Depending on the outcome of that scouting could bring about two different conclusions, reporting back of the infestation, or taking on the scouts on their own. Such as who they had run into down at the warehouses the other day, they had been scouts, whom she had no doubt that Ava had been following on her way to meeting up with her, and her Uncle had revealed to them the power that now stood at their side and allowed all three to report back their findings to whomever had sent them.

She threw the blanket aside, her headache not nearly as bad as it had been, and slowly climbed out of bed. She hadn't slept so soundly in a long time, not since becoming a scout in the war, and she knew it was her dad's doing. They had only met a handful of times, and every time they did it was like they had known each other forever, despite it being very far from the truth. He was a busy angel, he was an archangel so she couldn't exactly expect him to drop everything and be by her side every hour of the day, but he came when she needed him, and that's what mattered the most. She just wished her friend could have something like that too.

The teenager stretched, grimacing when her back cracked, and looked down to examine the nails of her left hand, and stretched again when she turned to make start of her day with breakfast. She didn't want to go on her own, and wasn't sure if her uncle was still there nor if he was awake, so she threw a pillow at her friend. Ava squawked in surprise, flailing out, and fell off the side of the bed with a heavy thud.

Iaso laughed at her friends groan, ducking as the pillow was thrown back at her, "What was that for, jerk?"

"I want to get food."

"You could'a gone by yourself."

"And spare you the joy of joining me?"

The other teenager groaned but stood to join her, "I hate you."

"Nah, you love me, and you know it."

They shared a smile as they exited the room, walking down the hall for what they hoped was the kitchen, but ended up just following the voices instead as curiosity over came their early morning hunger.

Her father was sitting across from her at the table, and she smiled, but years of being a scout didn't dilute her training, and she stood in the shadows of the of the doorway with her friend to examine the others in the room.

To her fathers right was a tall man with dark hair, a dark purple shirt and dark jeans, next to him was another. He had long dirty blonde hair, pulled up in a bun and a thick well-trimmed beard, tapping his fingers against the table and a large silver band around his ring finger gleamed in the slight.

To his left was a blonde man, tapping his fingers against the table in similar fashion, in a white shirt and an olive green jacket, beside him was a short curly haired man in a long sleeve blue shirt.

She could feel the weight of eyes on her, and her friend stepping up close to her shoulder to meet that gaze right back with a challenging manner, and the man at the right of the dark haired man's side smiled at the challenge, elbowing his companion on the side. The dark haired man looked up in their direction and uttered something to her dad.

His eyes met hers and they shared a smile.

"My daughter, would you like to meet your uncles?"

Ava pushed her from behind and she stumbled forward slightly, "Dude, I want to meet your uncles."

Iaso stepped forward, edging around the blonde man to sit at her fathers direct left side, and her friend stood behind her curiously. Her dad smiled at her, a large hand grasped hers tightly, "This," he gestured to the blonde man, she got a smile in greeting, "Is your uncle Lucifer." She nodded and Ava ooh'd "And his captain Semyaza.

"You're Avery and Karlile's dad."

He nodded, leaning forward, his eyes portraying how worried he was, "Please tell me, are they, are they doing wrong?"

Ava and Iaso exchanged glances, and both shook their heads, "No. They're scouts in Chicago."

He seemed to sigh in relief and nodded to them, allowing the archangel to continue one, gesturing to the dark haired tall man on his other side "This is your uncle Michael." She nodded and Ava ooh'd again, "And his captain Nisroc."

"Guy, you are huge!"

It was true, he was well fit, taller then they were even sitting down, not that it was much of an accomplishment. It was easy to figure out that he was a warrior, he was built like one, muscular and thick like they were.

Iaso laughed softly, bending to press her face to her hands, at her friends exclamation, "I am so sorry."

"It is of no matter," he waved the apology away, leaning back in his chair, he addressed the other Nephilim with light amusement "You are quite small."

"Did you…..Did you just call me short?"

"Perhaps, lithe was what I was going for."

She crossed her arms, Iaso looked over her shoulder to watch them, "I'll let it slide."

"I'm grateful. I don't know what I would have done against you as my opponent."

Ava grinned, turning to her friend with bright eyes, "Ia' I think I like him."

The man, Nisroc, smiled at her words and she met his smile, happy that her friend had met someone who did not frown at her personality, not that anyone they had met otherwise had, but the notion was all the same.

"I think he likes you too, girl."

"Not that I'm not happy to have met you guys," Iaso looked to her father, "But why am I meeting you guys?"

Michael cleared his throat, leaning forward on the table, "We come to offer our help in your war." He gestured to Nisroc, "My captain has offered his assistance in the matter at hand."

The two Nephilim exchanged looks, though they be fighting one another, there was still honor in their fighting.

"Any warrior, good or bad, deserves to face their opponent honorably." Nisroc raised his chin slightly, "That is the only way to properly fight a battle."

Ava nodded, and Iaso spoke for both of them, "We accept your help."

Michael nodded, turning to spare his Captain a look, and he nodded in return, "What is your roles in this grand fight?"

Ava hummed, sitting on the arm of the chair that her friend sat in, examining her nails in an airy way, "We're scouts. Best damn scouts you'll ever meet."

"Scouts?"

Iaso nodded, but let her friend explain, "Scouts." And elbowed her when it appeared that the only explanation that was to be given, she was going to give was a one-word reply.

The young lady with the dark purple hair rubbed at the spot she had just been elbowed and elaborated further "You know, scouts, we get sent to specific towns, cities, villages, etc to scope out whether there is an infestation of Outcasts or if theirs just other scouts gathering intel for the infestation to form." She nodded to the Messenger, "The three we ran into yesterday were scouts too, for the other side, I'd been following them for a good while now trying to get the jump on them, so your interference was much appreciated. Depending on our findings, we report back to the higher ups, though, technically speaking, Iaso would be the highest now seeing as she's the blood of an Archangel."

"You ranks are in a hierarchy pattern?", the Captain at Michael's right inquired, interested in their layout and infrastructure, "Yes. Avery was the leader at first, seeing as he was the son of the Grigori Captain, but now that Iaso has been claimed by an archangel, that makes her leader by our law."

The nephilim in question laughed, "I have no desire to be leader, I barely stand following orders to the key, let alone the ability to give them." She shared an amused, knowing, smile with her friend, "Avery can keep his position. I have no want for it."

"Do you know where the other nephilim are located?"

The pair of them turned to look at her other uncle, Lucifer, and nodded in sync with one another, "Not off hand, but there is a spell we can use to track them should they go missing, why?"

"No reason." He looked thoughtful though, "Just a hunch."

They talked for a bit longer, getting to know one another now, the talk about war having come to a temporary end, and Iaso smiled as her uncles introduced themselves a bit more then just by name as her dad had done.

Michael seemed strict, especially when it came to battle, which was something she could appreciate and respect, she could tell by his demeaner of it that he thought the only course of action was to be honorable. And that made her happy to have them on their side and having accepted their help, of course, they'd have to run it passed Avery first, but Ava was right in a way, her word now counted as law in the same manner his did, perhaps a bit more so what with her claimant coming from an Archangel.

But on the other side, the one opposite the battled hardened warrior he was, was a softer side. His smiles were kind and gentle, his hand warm and soft when it touched her cheek, and he spoke in a tone that was low and soothing.

He was rough on the outside, especially in battle, but was soft and kind on the inside, it just depended on the situation that he was finding himself in.

Ava talked with Nisroc a bit more, and she resisted the urge to interrupt them with laughter at their differences in height, the angel had to slouch to be closer, as to not loom over her friend, and they exchanged words with smiles expressed across both their features. She could only hope that her friend had finally found an angel that would spare her the time, as the claimed did from their parent, even if it wasn't an official claim.

Lucifer was a bit more laidback then Michael was, more so Heaven's strategist then Heaven's sword, though he could be just as deadly as the other when prompted. He joked a lot, spot with a bit of snark that she shot back with equal vigor, and it only made him smile more. Little crinkles at the corners of his eyes showed her that he often smiled, chuckled that deep belly chuckle he did when she shot back a quip as good as the one she had received.

He was just was gentle as Michael was when he touched her cheek, though his hand was noticeably cooler then the others had been, the gesture was still tender and familial. His tone was almost just as deep as the oldest archangel's had been, but held a bit more humor to it, like her uncle Gabriel's did and she knew immediately where the Messenger had gotten it from.

Though their meeting came to an end soon enough, them having to return to their duties in Heaven, and her father wanted her to get some food and rest a bit more when the headache started to become a noticeable nuisance again. Her uncles gave her a hug in part, and she watched over Michael's shoulder as his captain pat her friends cheek lightly and smiled into the archangels neck at the notions that swirled around her thoughts.

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Michael met back in his office with his Captain, both taking a seat at the desk, on either side of one another and reclined back in comfortable positions. He had told his Captain of the other young one before their leaving, and the Captain had said he would keep an open mind to the matter that the younger archangel had come to his older brother with.

There was amusement in his eyes as he looked across at his second in command, "What say you on this war we are involving ourselves in."

"Sir, if I may be blunt?", he waited until he gained a nod of approval, "It sounds like children that need a firm hand to the behind from their parent tog et them back in line once more."

They sat in amusement for a short moment before moving on the next topic for discussion.

"So?", a smile graced the archangels face thought, he had seen along the same lines as his niece had, his captain wore his heart on his sleeve and when he took a liking to someone it was there for one to see as if they were reading an open book. "Tell me your thoughts?"

"Sir, if I may speak bluntly once more, she reminds me of young Akeelah, in a particular way."

The archangel nodded at the other, "She does. Their personalities match nearly impeccably. I have no doubts they would become good friends should they meet. Her and my niece as well." He crossed his arms loosely "And of the other matter?"

"I don't know, Michael." He knew that his captain as at a crossroad when he called him by name, and he listened and watched intently, this was a hard choice for one of them to make. They could only care for their nephilim from afar, and though they could intervene, they could not remain at their side despite their desire to and they could not join them in Heaven without their Father's word in permitting it. "Are you sure her parent would not claim her?"

"I am surprised at you, Nisroc, that you would not see the resemblance right away." He rubbed at his chin, "You do not know who her parent is by mere look, they share the same eyes, as most nephilim do from their celestial parent."

The Power looked confused, and then thoughtful, finally coming to settle on shaking his head. He did not know her parent, and could not place it, there was many who shared the same color eyes that she did among their extensive family.

"Her father is Thaddeus."

That admission caught his breath, his thoughts immediately taking him to that young man currently sleeping soundly in his barrack above his dearest friend, the pain that the exiled Power had caused that poor boy as a small hatchling was unmistakable and inexcusable, it had taken him years to get the boy to open up to the world around him, to allow himself to be separated from his side for long periods of time. And to think that the beast that had caused that much pain had offspring made his blood boil.

"Do not let anger cloud your judgement, Nisroc."

He shook his head, "My anger is not directed at the nephilim, more so at the one who would father one and abandon her."

"Does it come as a surprise though?" the archangel dipped his chin in question, "Sasha was not as he had wanted him to be and we see how he was treated." He heaved a sigh, "from what I can gather, he disappeared for some time a few eons ago, presumably to meet the daughter he had fathered, he was gone for a while and returned in a foul mood. I can only assume that his findings were not to his liking and there was an altercation to be had."

"You wouldn't think that he would do that?" the Power's eyes went wide as to what the Archangel was implying "That's an offence worthy of being stripped of ones own Grace and being thrown into the Phlegethon in the Greeks domain of punishment."

"Would you put it above him thought?" his archangel gave him a particular look, "Knowing what he would do to a fledgling."

"Point made." The Power shook his head, "I would not put it above him, the scheming bastard, that child does not deserve the pain that would have caused." He rubbed at his arm a bit, "It is a surprise that she would still be the way she is after that altercation that could have possibly been had, how trusting she still is around our kind."

"She is a better soul then her father could ever hope to be." The archangel clenched a fist "I knew he was not pure, we had agreed as a council for him to be stripped, but the judgement was overturned by Him. He is much to caring to those who don't deserve His love." He turned to his Power once more, "Which brings us back to our conundrum, doesn't it?"

Nisroc sighed, "It would mean a lot to claim a Nephilim, I've never fathered one myself, but I know Haniel has and he has shared stories." He shook his head, unsure of himself, "I simply don't know."

"You are fond of her, though, yes?" the archangel smiled, "I know you like I know the back of my hand, my friend, you were taken with her at first meeting."

"I am…enamored, yes." The Power still seemed hesitant though, "But to do something such as claiming her, that would be the equivalent of…what do humans call it…..adopting her. I would be taking on another charge, and for longer a span then I had with Paul and Sasha, Nephilim age so much slower than we do."

"That is because they are half human."

"I can only imagine what the mother must have been like to have a child with someone like him."

"Let's not ruin the moment, now." The archangel looked thoughtful, "Would you consider it?" he amended slightly, "I do not want to pressure you into making a rushed decision to something as important as this one would be." He looked at him curiously "But, would you be willing to take on another charge?"

"I don't know, Michael." The Power looked unsure even as he spoke these emotions as plainly as one could, "I am not as young as I used to be, and a Nephilim charge would be much different then taking in a fledgling charge."

"Nisroc, you are not that aged." The archangel stated bluntly, "I am so much older then you and will not be passing command over for a very long time."

"I would consider it, but before any decision is made, I would need to discuss the matter with my two charges. Though growing they may be, and having chosen the may have, they are still my charges."

Michael nodded in agreement, "I would expect nothing less from you." He uncrossed his arms and leaned forward over the desk, "That is why we thought of you over anyone else, you care for your charges, 'adopted' they may be, as if they were one of your own." He poked at the wooden desk "And that is what the Nephilim child needs, especially if the altercation we believe to have happened, actually had occurred. She will need someone she knows she can rely on when they are needed, and I know you would never let something ill-meant to happen to one of your charges, and she needs someone to love her as her father should have, and you, my friend, love with all your heart." He gestured in the direction of the barracks, "Those two boys are proof of that."

"I will consider it."

And the archangel knew he would, honestly, his captain never uttered a word he did not mean, one of the many reasons he had chosen him as Captain.

"Thank you, my friend, I know it is a lot that we ask of you." He smiled at him, "But there is no one else we would trust with this young heart."

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AN: So we got some development! Iaso got to meet her uncles and their both pretty chill, and Gabriel, but she's already met him lol! She also got to meet Nisroc, and Ava is being her awesome self too, good stuff. Raphael is trying to get Ava a new guardian, a new 'parent' to claim her, and he knows who he wants.

What will Nisroc do? Will he claim her as his? What will Paul and Sasha say?