AN: Hey ya'll! I got some free time so im working on a few chapters for a few of my stories! Hope you all enjoy!

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It was in the next morning that the two girls delivered the news that they had to return to their capital to give their findings to their own leader, there was no infestation in this town, and that they had to move on. The elder angels had been against the idea of them going at it alone, it was a long trek to the capital, and with there being a war going on they loath to send them on their own.

Raphael had declined their original plan of setting out on the trail alone, arms wrapped around his daughters front has she leaned back against his chest comfortably "Absolutely not, it's not that I don't trust your ability, but if there are ones out there that would kill you without a second thought I prefer to have one of us by your side."

Beside him, arms curled loosely around her shoulders, Nisroc pressed his lips to his new Nephilim charges ear, smiling when she shifts way from him, "I agree, even the most battle hardened need their back up."

Castiel stepped forward, as though to volunteer for the job that needed done, and Iaso eyed him dangerously. The arms wrapped around her tightened in warning, to keep her sparkling temper in check before unwarranted violence was given, and she curls back into his chest, her words forcibly calm as she speaks "No. Thank. You." She turned to look up at her father, and their matching eyes meet one another, and he smiled down to her, pressing a fond kiss to her nose, "Can uncle Gabriel come?"

"You're darn tootin I can!"

As if hearing his name being spoken, he appeared at their side, "I made arrangements for my flock to be handled by my captain for the time being," he poked his niece in the side and she inched away from him slightly, jolting at the feeling, and feels her father's chest rumble when he chuckles at her reaction.

"I'm all yours girly!"

But the hunter trio are not onboard with letting a self perceived 'monster' roaming around on their own, and their partaking in the adventure to the capital is vehnemately denied by both Nephilim, from the unmovable hold of their guardians.

"We don't allow your kind in our capital." Ava shifted in Nisroc's hold, "Hunters think they're so entitled." she looked up at her newly adopted guardian, "Can you believe this guy!" she waved her hand at the hunter who was adamant of one of them coming. He chuckled lightly, brushing his nose to hers, "Let him speak his piece." She huffed, crossing her arms under his hand, and he grasped her wrists lightly, turning to let the hunter continue on insulting them as though they weren't standing there to hear it.

The younger hunter set a hand on the other's shoulder when it became clear that he was not going to sway two stubborn young Nephilim with their guardians right there with them, and it silences him, they make no mistake about it, intending to have their own angel follow them on their trek.

The two guardians stay with their charges for the rest of the night, though they would prefer to make the trek with them, they do have duties to attend to in Heaven, and intend to keep an eye on their girls while they are on their adventures.

…

Iaso looked up at her father, her head resting on his chest, "Will you miss me?"

He smiled down at her, kissing her nose lightly, as he had done in the library some time ago, "Always."

It caused her to smile at him, scrunching up her nose, and turned to lay her head back down on his chest. He hummed deep in his chest, it was a listless humming, that followed it tune of its own and it was something she missed every time he left, but she was comforted that he would be back.

"Why do you hum?"

"Because it fills in the silence where words are not needed."

"I like it", she smiled when a hand pet her wild curls back, and warm lips press to her forhead, "I'm happy you like it."

He scratched at her temple lightly, and then down to her back, and she sighed in comfort at the feeling, and he pulled the blanket up around her shoulders, "Go to sleep, my little daughter, you have quite a journey before you."

…

"Thank you for claiming me." She laid close to his side, her head resting in the crook of his shoulder, his arm was curled around her neck, their fingers intertwined on her chest and he was rubbing the back of her hand with his thumb, "Thank you for accepting."

Ava turned to smile up at him and he returned it in kind, a bearded chin rubbing against her forehead as he pressed his lips there, her fingers tightened around his.

"I like you."

"Thank you?" he chuckled lightly and his chest shook beside her at the sound of it, "I am quite fond of you too."

"You're so much better then my real dad." She looked down, curling her head closer to his neck, "He'd never do this with me." His arm curled around her and pulled her in closer to his side, "You real father is a horrible man. He did not deserve you. Not by a long shot." He tucked her completely into his side, "Don't even think about him. You are my charge now, He has no say over you any longer."

"He can't come back and try to claim me again?"

"Not without the councils approval, no, he cannot."

She smiled at those words, cuddling closer to him, not moving when he reached to pull the blanket up around her, as she was already half asleep.

"Sleep will, my little one."

…

Raphael adjusted the goggles on his daughters head and kissed her nose, as he was so fond to do, it always brought a smile to her face and he would do anything that brought a smile to her face. She smiled at the action, just as he knew she would, and looked down to adjust the cuffs to her jean jacket and the straps to her rucksack.

"You promise to call for me if you need me."

"Come on dad." She reached for the side pocket of the rucksack she wore, reaching for a pair of sunglasses, he snagged her by the chin turning her back around to face him, "I mean it, Iaso."

"Yes, Sir."

He smiles, kissing her on the nose once more, and she smiles again, "Good."

Behind them, his daughters friend is having much of the same with her newly adopted guardian, she tucked his seal under her shirt and adjusted the straps of her own rucksack in similar fashion to the teenager behind her. Nisroc adjusts the leather jacket he had gifted her on his third visit, tucking it close around her, as if to ensure she would be warm in the autumn air.

"All you must do is call my name," he cradled her cheeks, "Only my name. And I will be there. In a heartbeat."

"But don't you like…Have things you have to do…?"

"You always come first." He rubbed his thumbs over her cheeks, "Always."

She smiled and he returned the smile in kind "And please try and stay out of troubles way, I don't have many years on my life left."

"Dude, isn't he," she gestured towards the Healer with her thumb, "Older then you are?"

He kissed her on the temple, "Yes, yes he is."

"Then you can't be that old man." She looked him over "I don't even see many grays."

The Power chuckled, pulling her into his chest by the shoulders, "Oh, I don't have any grays."

"I don't know, dude, I think I see a few."

"Keep going and I'll show you how many grays I have."

She laughed softly, hugging closely to his chest, "I promise to call you if I need you."

The two girls quickly parted from their guardians, taking the stairs together, gushing about the last few days and the advancement of their time here, until they disappeared in the stairs leading to the entrance above, and only then did their guardians turn the Messenger with fire in their eyes.

Nisroc knows his place, and simply stands for crossing his arms, but its the Healer who is able to step forward, his own arms crossed, "I am trusting you with my only daughter on this trek." The Messenger nodded his head in surprise at the proximity of his older brother, "She and her friend had better make it to their capital and back in one piece."

"Of course, Raph, what did you think I would do?" the Messenger laughed though a bit nervously, "Leave them half way there."

"I don't want to take such a low blow," the Captain rubbed a hand over his chin, "But it's a habit you do have."

It as a low blow, but he understood it, and he nodded as he looked down to his feet, "I won't let you down this time."

"Good."

…

"I think we should make camp here for the night."

They had been walking some time now, making it to the county line, and Gabriel stopped at the foot of a rather tall boulder. On top, they looked down at him, the two teenagers, and Iaso looked down at him from where she stepped over the edge of the large rock they stood on, "What?"

"I said." He called up to them, "That we should make camp here for the night."

"We can keep moving," She shook her head, "We can make it through the next county before making camp."

"I'm saying we make camp now."

"And I'm saying we keep going."

He knew that there was a standoff pending, and he pulled the only card he knew he had in his arsenal, "We can call your dad down here and see what he says."

The Healer's daughter jumped down from the boulder, and she stood before him with petulantly crossed arms, but he stood firm on his stand of the matter and crossed his own arms, "Wanna see what he has to say about it?"

"Are…" She narrowed her eyes slightly, "Are you threatening to tell my dad on me?"

Her friend laughed behind her, stepping up to stand at the Messenger's side, "I agree with him, Ia', let's make camp here."

The other Nephilim huffed but nodded in defeat, turned to claim a spot against the boulder, throwing her bag down beside her and began to ruffle through it for a book she had been given from her father to read during down time on their long trek to the ancient world.

Ava tossed her own bag down next to her friends, Iaso was angry now but she would soon get over it, that was just how she worked, and dug through it for her ipod and headphones, she would jam out if they were going to be setting up camp here for the night.

A frown creased her features when the battery symbol indicated that it was dead, and she turned to look at her silent friend as she read from her book.

"'Aso, think you could give me a recharge?"

Without looking up, the other girl nodded, and raised a finger up for the electronic in her friends hand. There was a bright spark, like a bite of static electricity, and the battery was instantly charged. Ava smiled as she plugged in her headphones, "Thanks frand."

They were used to making up camps on the trek to the ancient city, and typically wrappped tight in their coats, and used their packs as pillows as they slept peacefully unawares wherever they had stopped to make camp that moment. But their uncle seemed to have another idea of what camping was like, not much different, but it differed from theirs.

The Messenger snapped up a fire pit and quickly lit the blaze.

He snapped up three rather thick sleeping bags and pillows.

And nodded to himself at a job well done in regards to the camp he'd set up.

…

Entering the ancient city was amazing, the Messenger had never seen such brillance before, and he lives in Heaven. The arches of the entrance are plated in gold and gems, the path of fine and paved with brilliant sandstone, and as they walk through the crowd in the market district the others eyes turn to watch them step passed, and he smiles at every single one. Egyptian deities watch them as they pass by their temples, and only one falls in step with them, Anubis smiles in greeting, his great iron staff clanging against the sandstone path as they walk towards the temple that houses their capital.

"One of the outcasts have managed to been captured."

Iaso nods at him and Ava just bobs her head, her headphone still in her ears blaring the sound of music from them that it would not come as a surprise if she were to fall deaf in the near future.

The Egyptian deity elbows her in the side, and Iaso turns to glare up at him as she rubs at the sore spot from where he'd plowed his elbow.

"What?"

"When were you gonna tell me?" his grin is contagious and soon she's smiling with him, "Tell you what?"

"You know what!" he curls an arm around her shoulders, "You know, this technically makes you my younger sister, adopted of course, somewhere in the fine print, but a younger sister none the less."

She giggles and elbows him in the side this time, "You're already like an annoying older brother." He grins at her again, squeezing her shoulder tightly, "I'm only fulfilling my duty."

"You didn't even know until, like, a minute ago!"

"Don't forget who granted you a temple to hold yourselves in, baby sister."

Iaso elbows him again, "I'm not a baby."

"Compared to me, you're like an infant, and compared to your dad, you're like….." he trailed off and stopped their caravan, "Man, I don't even know, he's ancient." The Messenger snorted in amusement and the deity's eyes widened at the realization that one of those beings was in his company, "Don't tell him I said that!"

"Oh, I'm gonna tell."

"Then I'll tell him that it was you that turned all of his ink into invisible ink, he was rather annoyed by it, wasn't he?" Gabriel turned to look at him in horror, "You wouldn't dare." The Egyptian smirked, "Try me." They ended at a truce and the Messenger muttering to himself about traitorous Principalities.

He walked with them for some time, through the districts, nodding to the others as he passed them, until, again, he came to a stop just at the entrance of the temple they had been granted under his jurisdiction. Anubis was known for his kind heart and his compassion.

"You know you're being followed, right?"

The three of them nodded.

"Good, just wanted to be sure."

And he left them there, squeezing the Healer's daughter's shoulder as he parted, promising to speak with her later. They entered into the temple, and in the doorway they were soaked in ancient Egyptian magic, it cascaded over them like a waterfall, and it stopped the archangel short.

Iaso looked back at him, "It's a revealing spell. Removes any glamour's that one might place on themselves. Shows your true form."

His eyes widened, "But my true for—"

Ava scoffed and elbowed him in the arm lightly, having since pulled her headphones out and tucked them back in her pocket, "Relax, dude, you won't go all giant form on us, it'll reveal your wings at the most." She turned to murmur to her friend, "As though we'd need those to tell he was an archangel." And Iaso nodded in agreement. It seemed to calm her uncle though, and allowed them to continue on, some sneered at them, more so at the short girl with the purple tips than anyone else, and Gabriel wondered why.

"Why do they-?"

"They don't know she's been reclaimed.", Iaso turned to look at her uncle, "Being disowned makes your worthless, less then the dirt on your shoe, it's up to her whether or not she tells them otherwise."

"Or, Nisroc catches wind of her treatment and comes to investigate himself."

"Yes," she nodded "or that."

As they walked through the temple, he took the time to look around, spotting the carts of goods that were to be needed, blacksmiths pounding away at weapons for them, children of choir angels sung in the peaceful atmosphere and their voices were just as hypnotizing as their parents. One was plucking the dead buds off a rose bush, and it stopped him short, there was Gardener in Heaven that he knew about, and to think..

"Who is that?"

Ava turned to look at who he was indicating, and smiled, "Oh, that's Tyler, Joshua's son, he visits him a lot."

Two girls, identical in appearance down to the very last freckle shared between them, ran up to meet them grinning excitedly, hugging the Captain's newly adopted child with vigor, and Gabriel turned to his niece.

"Layla and Lola, identical twins, daughters of Haniel." She stopped him before he asked, "No use trying to tell them apart, the only one who can is their dad."

The two girls grabbed the other by the arms, "Ava! We heard!" the other picked up where her sister left off, "Did he give you his seal?" Ava smiled, tugging the seal out from under her shirt and showed it to them proudly, it made the archangel smile, it would warm Nisroc's heart to see her face as it was now brandishing his seal. "Girl!" "You deserve it!" "Dad knew he was gonna do it!" "He talks about you, like, all the time!" "You old dad can suck it! "He's so much nicer!"

Ava laughed at them, seemingly following along with the sort of practiced ease that was needed when it came to paying attention to the two of them, and the twins turned to bow to the archangel in their party, before hurrying off on their way.

She tucked the seal back away and they kept moving, the two of them introducing Nephilim to the Messenger as they passed them by, heading for the main room, the war room, as it had been dubbed. There was a prisoner there that needed to be interrogated, any information they could gather was useful information, and they ducked into the dim room with silence until they were called upon.

Avery nodded to them, bowing to the archangel that accompanied them, "It Is unusual to have an archangel in our midst." He turned an inquisitive eye to the two girls with him, Iaso raised her hand slightly, "He's my uncle."

The room stopped at once.

"You're the daughter of an archangel?"

"Raphael." She pulled the charm she wore around her neck up for all to see, "It's his seal." They had been working for some time to crack what it meant, but for it to be the seal of an archangel, it was extraordinary, "The third born."

The male Nephilim bowed his head in respect, "As is our way, you are rightful to take place as leader of our kind."

She waved the offer away, "I think I'll pass, I like being a scout, these rooms are really stuffy."

Avery smiled, the older Nephilim nodding in agreement, "We have one in our custody."

Iaso's friend stepped up, twirling the Captain's seal between her fingers, "Give me three minutes with them."

"Granted."