AN: You my doods! I'm back again, it's been a while hasn't it, how ya'll doing!

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cutecookielove: Anubis is the best puppy there ever was! Him and Iaso have a great relation ship, you see more of it! Ava's had it rough for sure but now she's got Nis and he's the bestest and treats everyone so good, especially those he claims as his own. Oren's hilarious! He's rather playful but in a calm so of way, Raphael sees that side of him more then anyone else does for obvious reasons, all four Legions are rather down to earth and playful in their own ways, knowing when the time calls to be serious and when it isnt. Hahahahahah! Im glad you like it that much! All three mixing together makes the perfect cocktail!

Robin0203: They're moments are so cute! Honestly, they give me feels, and I write the moments lol! Of course he did, Raph's a 'spoil the child spare the rod' kind of guy! He doesn't need to torture, especially children, he knows how to handle them without leaving any lasting damage.

"What did he say?"

"Never you mind what he said."

"Dad!" Iaso whined, hopping a step as they walked, turning to look up at her father with wide curious eyes. The Archangel smiled fondly and scratched the back of her neck, as they walked side by side down the stone lane behind the temples, it was less crowded and allowed them to walk as freely as they pleased. He curled his arm around her shoulders, pulling her close to his side, and she curled her arm his lower back, fingers clutching at the back of his tunic. "I'm gonna find out anyway!"

"I know you will." He kissed the side of her head. "But it won't be from me."

She huffed in slight irritation but let it go, having someone being protective of her was still something she was getting used to, and they both knew it would take some time. But she loved having someone to call her dad, loved being able to call on someone for help and them to come because they weren't obligated to but because they loved her enough to do so, and loved having someone who she could curl into when things got too rough and they overpowered her emotions.

"Can you at least give me a hint?"

"If you ask me again," his fingers squeezed her arm lightly, "I will give you a hint of something."

First, she had assumed he meant the same thing that had been done to Avon, and fell silent for a moment, until she took in the playful tone in his voice.

A smile came over her and she raised her hands in her own defense. "Okay, okay, I won't ask again."

They walked in silence for a bit, stepping up a flight of stairs, and around a stone bench planted just on the edge of the lane. Their destination being where she called home while in the ancient city, they stepped up another flight of stone steps, turning down the side alley of two temples standing side by side. Raphael recognized the temple they turned into and turned to look down at his daughter in surprise, she didn't turn to meet his gaze until he brought them to a sudden halt.

"You stay in Anubis's temple?"

Iaso turned to look up and meet his gaze, nodding slightly at his surprise, smiling a mischievous smile.

"Yep." She tugged him forward once more. "We hit it off really well when we first met, and he offered me a room, I accepted his offer."

"Second best decision I've ever made."

The god in question stood just before them, before the steps that climbed up to his throne, with his hands resting lightly on his hips. He smiled at their approach and stepped down from his position to meet them at the bottom.

Iaso tilted her head slightly. "Second best?" the tall, toned Egyptian turned to look at her as she spoke. "What's the first?"

"Well", he gestured to the archangel she pressed herself again, "Staying on your dad's good side, of course." He shivered slightly, a bit playfully, and the Healer huffed in fond exasperation. "I've felt his displeasure personally. It's not something I'm keen on meeting again."

"Oh." She nodded absently, going cross-eyed as she tried to catch a stray curl and tuck it back behind her ear, or at least, get it out of her eyes. "I didn't like being beaten either."

"What?"

They spoke it at the same time, nearly in perfect sync, her father went as stiff as a board and the Egyptian stood up straighter. She looked up at their speaking in unison, blowing the curl away instead, looking between both of them in confusion, the shining in their eyes having taken on a different light.

Iaso looked first to Anubis. "What?" and then to her father. "Did I say something wrong?"

"He doesn't….." The Egyptian was confused, uneased at what his young friend had said. "Raph doesn't beat people." He seemed shocked by the unintended admission, his arms slowly straightening out at his sides, eyes shooting from her up to the archangel beside her. "He doesn't…. I don't.….. What does…. What?"

"Iaso." The Healer passed his staff to the Egyptian as he turned, his hands curling around her face as he turned to face her, tilting her head up to look at him, "My daughter, you've been beaten?"

The Nephilim shrugged, as though it was a matter of no matter, not understanding this strong reaction to it. She had expected Anubis to understand, having been on the other end of one himself. "Well. Yea. Anubis has been too."

There was a darkness, a possible anger, that radiated off the Egyptian. "I've never been beaten." He gave a soft huff, looking away from her for a moment.

"Leave us."

The movement around the throne room came to a sudden halt, eyes turning to look at their deity in surprise at the suddenness of the command, and they hurried out of the throne room as was the command given, the guards at the door pulled the thick wooden doors closed behind them as they stationed themselves outside to stand before them. Anubis muttered to himself as he turned, gesturing over his shoulder for them to follow, and climbed up the flight of stairs to his throne and completely thrown by what had been said.

Raphael turned to follow him, if only because the irate Egyptian still had his staff, and held a hand out for his daughter to step up before him, Iaso looked confused at their reactions but turned to follow, nonetheless. The deity leaned the ornate staff against the side of his throne and sat beside it, stretching his arm down the armrest, he pat the spot next to him.

"Come on, sit, this things like a freaking bench."

She sat next to him, her hands resting in her lap.

"Explain this to me." The jackal deity waved his hand in a rowing motion. "What do you mean that you 'didn't like being beaten'?"

"Exactly what it sounds like, I didn't like being beaten either, I don't blame you for avoiding it."

"But I've never been beaten." Anubis shook his head rather forcibly. "And especially by your dad."

His young friend, adopted sibling one could even say, still looked confused. So, he elaborated his meaning.

"Okay, move along with me, alright?" he waited until Iaso nodded. "Beating is the sole intention to cause harm. It is striking one without remorse. No comfort afterwards. No explanations. Only to cause another harm. Nothing good comes from it." Anubis turned to look down at her. "You following me?" Iaso nodded quietly, her bright electric blue eyes staring at him inquisitively, and he spared the girls father a glance. There was a devastation in those twin colored eyes, as though his mind couldn't comprehend what she had said, that someone would dare lay a hand on her meaning her harm.

Anubis had a hard time grasping it himself. He had begun to see the young Nephilim as a sibling of sorts though out their time together, when they got to joke around with each other, and even more so now that he knew who her parent was. He didn't have parents himself, being one of the original deities, but the archangel had taken over a parental role that had been missing and others hadn't the nerve to try and take over him.

"Okay, so, what your dad does," he gestured for the archangel on her other side, "Is punish. He teaches a lesson, when all else fails, and he does so with love in his heart. He's gentle, but firm, and explains everything as for it's reason of happening. It's never too much, his intent isn't to cause harm, and always cares for you after. He comforts you and helps clean you up when you cry yourself hoarse. What he does is guidance, especially for the particularly hardheaded, like me, to teach a lesson that nothing else was teaching you. You still following me?"

Iaso nodded, "And Avon?"

"Especially Avon." She turned to look at her father when he knelt at her side, squeezing her knee lightly. "I never intend to cause harm. Anubis is correct, I only mean to guide, I, myself, was raised on the same principle. Sometimes children, or fledglings," he squeezed her knee again fondly "need a bit more tough love then others."

Anubis sighed next to her. "What did you mean when you said 'beaten', little sister?"

Iaso looked over at him at his call of such a title, tilting her head to the side in curiousness, then glanced over her shoulder at her dad, both of them waited patiently for her to tell her story. What little of it there was.

"Well," she began, "I grew up in a patriarchal tribal village in Africa, ancient Africa, in Africa. The elders decided when actions needed punished, they had this cane, and whenever they decided that your action needed rectified, they'd take you to the center of the village, strip you, and smack you with the cane." She shrugged lightly. "I didn't think much of it as I was growing up, even if it seemed that the girls in the village got into more trouble then the boys did, it was just normal. They'd hit you until you went limp and then your parent would take you back home."

Raphael looked concerned, reaching a hand up to caress her cheek. "Were you caned, my little Iaso?"

Again, she shrugged, as if it wasn't as big of a deal as they were making it out to be. "A bit." The Nephilim looked down to her lap. "Mom tried to keep me out of their way, but then things started happening, and they said I was cursed and so they took me and the cane and—"

"You were coming into your grace." The archangel finished for her, horror in his tone, eyes gazing at her in disbelief. "And they beat you because of it."

Iaso nodded, glancing over at her Egyptian friend when it began to sound as though he was growling under his breath. Immediately looking back around when a large warm hand gently tugged her to her feet, and he was enveloped in a warm embrace, sighing softly, she melted into the archangel's arms.

He apologized softly. "I am so sorry, my little daughter, had I known…." He shook his head. "I would never have let you come to harm."

"It's okay dad." She nuzzled into his chest lightly, savoring the warmth, enjoying the feeling of arms wrapped around her so securely. "It happened and it's done."

"It is far from okay, Iaso, you were harmed for something you could not control."

The Nephilim smiled against his chest, slowly managing to wind her arms around him in turn, resting her ear against his chest to listen to the rhythm of his heartbeat and the thrum of his grace running under the skin.

"But it's okay now, I have you now, and Ava."

"And me! Don't forget about me!"

She smiled slightly. "And Anubis." She turned slightly to look at the Egyptian in question, he waved at her playfully. "And their dead now. So, it really doesn't matter."

She felt her father sigh deeply, his chest lifting and falling, and he rubbed fingers down the back of her neck. It was obvious to her that it had greatly displeased him, and it still did, but she was not one to dwell on the past and didn't want anyone else to either.

"I could bring them back?" Anubis raised his hand slightly, adjusting the position he had taken in his throne, stretching out into a more comfortable position. "I mean, death is sort of my area of expertise, I could do it." He clenched the hand he held up into a fist. "Kill them again?"

Her father sighed again, this time with a bit more exasperation, and she turned in his hold to look at the Egyptian with wide eyes.

"Let's not do that."

"I'm just offering. It's an option."

"It is not an option."

He shrugged lightly, leaning back against the back of his throne. "It is if I say it is." She shook her head. "It is not an option."

Her father's arms tightened around her, his voice rumbling from behind her, and she knew that it was directed to both of them when he called out. "Children."

…

"And this is the Market."

They walked side by side, fingers interwoven, their arms swinging back and forth lightly. There was an assortment of stalls around them, spreading up and down the stone lane, craftsman and keepers were straightening their goods and rearranging them into more pleasurable displays.

Passersby stepped around them on their way, not minding in the slightest their leisurely pace, those in the ancient city were nicer then most.

Ava had been leading him around for the better part of an hour and he hadn't made any mention of growing bored with her touring him around the ancient city, despite having seen it all already himself. He nodded to everything she said, humming in acknowledgement, and turned to look when she pointed things out. The Power took it all in, listening to her word for word, letting her lead him where ever she pleased to lead him.

Something caught his eye.

"Ava?" the teenager turned to look up at him at his call of her name. "Who might that be?"

She followed his gesture when he pointed slightly to a boy standing some stalls down, looking through different types of arrows, a long bow strung over his chest. He didn't stand very tall, his eyes were strikingly blue when they managed to catch a glance at them when he turned to look at the metal arrows hanging along the wooden pillar of the stall, dark toned and lean, she found the name after a long moment.

"That's Jordon."

"Do you know who his parent is?"

There was something about the boy that looked familiar, he recognized his features from somewhere, he'd seen those eyes in only one other person. But he wouldn't have thought him to be the type to ignore having a child of his own, and he'd never mentioned having a son to any of them, though there was also that possibility that he didn't know he had a son himself.

Ava shook her head. "Nope. He doesn't know who his parent is either." She pointed to the ring on his finger. "He does have a seal though. It's on the ring. We just don't know who it belongs to."

"A ring you say?" he looked down at her as though that particular bit of information was of great importance.

She looked up at him and nodded. "A ring." And then she shrugged lightly. "We think it was given to him by his human parent before their passing, like Iaso's mom gave her the archangel's." He stared at him a moment longer. "Why?" And turned to look down at his adopted daughter.

"No reason of real importance." He waved it away slightly with his free hand. "He merely looks like someone I know rather well."

"He does!" She turned to him with excitement shining in her eyes. "Really?" he raised an eyebrow and nodded slightly. "Would you know the seal if you saw it? He'd show you if you asked! He wants to know who his parent is too, he's tried figuring it out but always comes up empty handed, it'd be so great if you knew it!"

"I would know what his seal looks like, yes."

She beamed in excitement, and he yelped as he stumbled forward when she turned and bolted in the direction of the young man looking at the arrows in the stall, rushing through shoppers and passersby. The boy turned to them at their sudden approach, smiling to his charge in greeting, it was always a wonder to find out just how many people she knew. His eyes were breathtaking, a trait he had definitely inherited from his celestial parent, and he was sure he knew who the donor was.

The boy looked up at him in surprise, clearly his charge had not shared with the others that she had been reclaimed by another, and it was nothing against him, he knew, it was up to her whether or not she told anyone of their union.

"S-Sir?"

Nisroc only smiled in greeting, he didn't know the boy himself, and therefore was at a loss of what to say to him in polite greeting so he stuck to the safe route instead.

The female Nephilim holding his hand bounced excitedly. "Jordon! Jordon this is Nisroc! He's a Power!" She pulled the seal up from under her shirt and held it out. "He claimed me as his!"

The boy smiled at his friend. "Congratulations, Ava, you deserve it."

"He says you look like someone he knows!"

There was a quick inhale of breath, and those breathtaking eyes turned towards him again, filled with so much hope that it would break his heart if he got this wrong.

Jordon stared at him for a moment. "I…I do, sir?"

The Captain nodded softly. "You do." He looked down to his own charge. "Ava says you would be willing to show me the seal."

Jordon nodded quickly, stepping away from the stall, he held up his hand for him to see the ring on his finger. It was made of iron, clearly forged in the forges of Heaven, intwined with grace. He could see much from the simple making of the ring, the texture and material, and he knew of only one other that matched this one.

"How long have you had this?"

The Nephilim boy pulled his hand back, running a finger over the seal forged into the metal. "Since I was young. My mom gave it to me when I turned of age. She said it would protect me." He looked up to the Power with hope. "Do you know the seal?"

Hesitantly, the Power nodded, there was no mistaking it now. He knew who this boy belonged too, and he had doubts that the other knew of his having a son, he would not think his brother would be the type to refuse acknowledging one of his own, especially a fledgling of his own making. But there was no mistaking it; not with the seal, not with the color of his eyes, not with his weapon of choice being a bow and arrows. The similarity was too strong to be only that of a coincidence.

"Can you…Can you tell me?"

That was the question he dreaded being asked of him. The Captain closed his eyes and sighed lightly, before opening them and turning to the source of the question and hated himself for causing the devastation in the boys eyes when he shook his head.

"I do not think it my place." He reached out to pat the boy's cheek. "But I will most certainly bring it to your father's attention."

That seemed to placate the teenager before him some. "Would he…Would he want me?" And that was a question he could bring assurance to, Nisroc nodded. "I know he would." Jordon smiled at that knowledge, a similar smile to his fathers, and it made him smile in return. Both of their smiles, child and father, were contagious.

Him and Ava bumped fists lightly, and they turned off as the boy returned to selecting the arrows he wanted to purchase, and they walked slowly through the crowd until disappearing from his sight completely.

"Where do you stay, my young charge, when you aren't fighting in this war of yours?"

The girl at his side looked up at him with a smile. "Me and Iaso share a room in Anubis's temple." They turned without thought in the direction of the deity's home. "Do you want me to show you?"

"I would be more then happy to see anything of yours."

They walked down the main stone street towards the deity's temple, joking between each other in a soft humorous way, when there was a stillness that overcame the passing crowd and a dark growl echoed around them.

Ava stopped suddenly at his side, eyes widening. "I knew we were being followed but I never thought they'd actually get in."

"You were being followed and didn't think to tell me?"

She looked at him for a moment. "Not the time, Nis!" she turned in the direction that the growl had come from. "I think that was Anubis!"

"We will come back to that matter later." He nodded in agreement. "But I agree, that growl most certainly sounded like the Jackal."

…

The scuffle at the doors of his temple had interrupted the light bantering conversation they had been having between each other, and Anubis looked up to the wooden doors as they jolted inwards so suddenly, as though someone had been shoved up against them.

He held up a hand to stay both archangel and daughter when they both stood to see to whatever the source was, stepping slowly down from his throne to approach the doors, they jolted again, and on the second turn, the lock escaped the hatch and they opened inward. A body fell through the opening to the floor.

"He is a servant of Heaven." He knew that voice and felt his proverbial hackles raise as he approached, but refrained from attacking on sight, a good deity always put their people first, thus he knelt for his guard. "He will understand why the abominations must be watched closely." Yes, he knew that voice very well.

The three intruders dared enter his temple as though they had the right to be there. The tallest of their trio was looking around in awe of the sights he was uninvitedly witnessing. The other already had a weapon drawn, as though he presumed, he could take them on, and hope to beat them. And the last of their trio, the seraph, led them into his temple with the presumptuous air about him that he had the right to.

"Anubis."

Hearing his name on the tongue of that seraph made his blood boil, his inner Jackal howled in rage, calling to him as though he were some mere foot soldier to be ordered about.

But he knelt for his guard first. "Adofo, are you alright?"

His guard grasped his arm tightly, grunting as he was pulled to his feet, nodding at the inquiry of his wellbeing. Over the deity's shoulder he met the inquisitive eyes of the Healer and nodded once more.

"Anubis, you will take us to this Nephilim Capitol."

Adofo glared at the seraph, stepping away quickly as though he could feel his god's temper rising, Anubis was a passive deity, even tempered and quite nice to those who dwelled within his temple and outside of it, but his temper was as violent as a sandstorm in that it appeared so suddenly and so strongly.

"You come into my temple uninvited." The Egyptian went rigid, fists clenching at his sides, and his golden eyes flashed dangerously as he turned to gaze upon the seraph and his two humans. "Attack my people." He squared his shoulders and stood up straighter until he came to his full height. "And think that you can order me around?"

The seraph had the audacity to nod. "You are a servant of Heaven. I am an angel. It is in my right."

As if sensing the deity was quick in losing his violent temper, the Healer stood from his place on the throne behind him, his daughter standing just as quick.

"I am nobodies servant." The golden manacles began to glow around his wrists, his eyes brightening with them, as he turned to his god form. He grew in height, not by much, but he was definitely taller than the presumptuous seraph. His skin smoothed into silky black fur, his facial features taking on a more canine appearance, ears unfolding from his head and canine teeth glinting in the bright sun as he growled deeply. A staff appeared in his right hand, known as a was-scepter in the ancient city, a symbol of power, and he slammed it harshly into the stone floor of his temple. "I am a god."

"You will follow my command."

The two hunters wisely backed away as the looming form of the Egyptian god of death approached them as though he were a hunter stalking his prey.

"I follow no one's command."

He twirled his staff in a way that was done with ease, the weapon of power was an extension of himself and not a mere object and thrust the bottom into the seraphs stomach. Castiel bent at the impact, his breath leaving him at the attack, choking for a breath when a dark clawed hand curled around his neck and lifted him from his feet.

"Especially yours."

The shorter of the two hunters yelled an explicative, followed by his name, as he rushed forward with his blade of silver poised for a blow. The deity made to spin around, to catch him with his staff, like he had the angel in his grasp. Her appearance was so sudden, it caused him to blink in surprise, she ducked under his arm in her surge forward and bent at the right angle to catch the hunter in just the right way with her fist that she managed to knock him from his feet. A loud snap followed the impact of her fist and he knew that his jaw had broken from the force of it.

Iaso took a deep heaving breath, shoulders tense, as she held her fists up again in the event that the taller hunter came forward.

"Don't touch my older brother!"

The taller hunter made no indication that he was going to come forth, holding his hands up placatingly, and his soft urges of peace went ignored as the Nephilim turned to her adopted brother. Anubis in his true god form stood taller then anyone in the room, he was nearly seven and a half feet tall at least, and he looked down at her from over the seraph's struggling form.

"Lower him." She commanded of him, and he did as she asked, lowering the seraph into her reach. He smiled, as best as one could with a jackal head, when she pulled her fist back and punched him with enough force that his nose snapped upon impact. "That's for calling me an abomination, abomination!"

"Who called us an abomination?"

They looked surprised at the appearance of the Captain, Ava departing from his side to meet at her best friends.

Nisroc did not look pleased to hear such a name, crossing the threshold with all the strength and regality of a Captain of the Four Legions. "You cause more trouble then you are worth, Castiel, you would think to torture a fledgling and now to order a deity in their own temple." He stopped just at his side. "To me."

It was a simple command that was heard all the way up in Heaven, and within a blink of a moment bodies surrounded them, at the mere call of their Captain's word.

Ava turned to the one she recognized. "Haniel! He called your daughters abominations!"

The light hearted Power glowered in rage, breaking the line as he stepped forward, his daughters were the light of his world and he would stand for no one insulting them in such a manner. He stalked forward just as the Archangel set a calming hand on the Egyptians arm, urging him to release his grip, and as he was set to his feet, the Power appeared and punched him once in the stomach, knocking him forward and forcing the air from his lungs, and while in his bent position, he plowed his fist into the seraphs jaw to send him flying backwards into the floor.

Haniel loomed over him. "Don't you ever say that about my babies."

He stepped away as the seraph groaned under him, back to where he stood upon his arrival, no indication that any reprimand was in store for the Power that had stepped out of line. Nisroc looked down to the seraph on the floor and crossed his arms.

"Haniel, Abraxos, please escort our friends out."

The two Powers nodded, stepping out of line to escort the two hunters and drag their angel companion from the temple, Nisroc continued forward and curled his fingers around his charge's chin to turn her around to face him. His Powers turned to watch him, having never met the Nephilim he had taken as his own, only knowing her from his words.

"You knew they were following you and didn't say anything?"

She shrugged, as though it was not a big deal, "Sure. I mean, we can take'em." She gestured to her friend, Iaso looked up from petting the Egyptians silky furred arm, took notice of the gesture being made, and turned back to petting her adopted sibling's arm once more. "Iaso broke his freaking nose."

The Captain smiled. "I don't doubt that you can handle them." Leaning forward to press his lips to her temple. "But you shouldn't have to."

Ava smiled, looking over his shoulder, and immediately tugged on his tunic.

"Nis! Nis! He has the same eyes as Jordon!"

He chuckled and nodded. "I know." Taking her hand in the same manner they had when walking through the ancient city.

"Titus." his soldier straightened at his call, "There is someone I think you should meet."

…

Stopping only to his Nephilim's room to bid her a good night and ensure she got there safely, the two Powers walked down the sparse stone street towards the Nephilims temple under the direction of their young friend, oil street lamps illuminated the way for them, bringing them safely to the entrance of the grand temple.

Titus followed his Captain dutifully, though confused at the sudden adventure, he was curious as to where this adventure would lead him.

"Sir, it is not in my way to question you," he spared his Captain a glance as they walked up the winding steps to the third floor of the temple, "but where are we going?"

"The journey is more than worth it, my friend." Nisroc was counting the doors and didn't spare him the same glance he had been spared as they walked down the hall together.

They stopped at one in particular, the sound of soft music emanating from within bringing purchase to the promise that it's occupant would still be awake at this hour, the Captain smiled in a pleased manner and reached a hand up to knock on the smooth wooden door before them.

Footsteps sounded from withing, padding softly, indicating that the person was barefoot on the smooth stone flooring. The handle turned and a pair of bright blue eyes peered around the edge for a moment, as if checking to see who could be at his door, and recognition flashed within his bright eyes at the sight of the Captain.

Titus couldn't help but stare, the question he'd been prepared to ask once more dying on his lips, the boy before him looked familiar in a way that he could not place exactly.

"Hello, Nisroc." The boy's smile was familiar in a way that it caused something to turn within his head. But he couldn't place where he had seen it from. Bright blue eyes turned to look at him in nervous greeting, a flash of that smile was given to him, before all attention turned back to his Captain. "What brings you to my room?"

"Good evening, Jordon." Nisroc smiled in greeting, holding a hand out for him. "May I see your ring again?"

The Nephilim boy looked confused by the request, and a bit put off on giving the possession over but didn't dare disobey an angel requesting something of him. He nodded silently and let go of his door, curling his fingers around the ring on his fingers, and gently tugged it off to pass over to the elder.

Nisroc took the ring in hand and turned immediately to his left. "Titus, may I see your ring?"

He raised an eyebrow but made a similar gesture as the Nephilim as he pulled his own ring from his finger, handing it over without question. Looking down at them, the Captain smiled, and passed both back. The boy tried to put the ring back on his finger, but it was much too large for him, and he immediately looked down to it in question. Titus tried to put his back on, but it was much too small, and he too looked down to the one he'd been given.

"This looks like—"

"This is my—"

The elder Power smiled at their immediate reaction to look up at one another as their exclamations echoed in perfect sync and came to a silent halt in the same perfect sync, reaching out to pat the boy on the cheek, and Jordon looked to him in confusion.

"I told you I knew the seal in your ring." He gestured to the silent stricken Power next to him. "It belongs to him."

Jordon stared at him for a moment, as though his mind was struggling to comprehend what he was being told, and then he turned to stare at the one at his side.

The Power stared down at the small ring he held, he had only made one other, Salathiel had made it for him at his request. He'd given it to a woman in the Amazon's he'd met some time ago, she would be long gone at this time, but to see this ring again meant only one thing. And that thing was something he couldn't even begin to wrap his mind around.

"Where did you get this ring, boy?"

The Nephilim tilted his head to the side, clear distaste written over his features made it evident that he did not like being called by such a name, looking down at the larger ring he held in his own fingers.

"My mom gave it to me, Ingr—"

"Ingrid." Titus smiled at her name. "My Ingrid." He glanced up to the boy in front of him. "She found another?"

Jordon shook his head slightly. "Amazon's mate for life."

His hand slowly lowered as it dawned over him, his eyes widening in surprise, turning suddenly when a hand squeezed at his shoulder.

Nisroc smiled at him. "Congratulations brother." He nodded to the boy standing before them. "It's a boy."

Both Power and son stared at each other for a long silent minute. Jordon stepped to the side and opened his door wider.

"Do you want to come in?"

"I—Yes."

"Titus?"

The large Power halted at his Captain's command, turning to look at him over his shoulder. "Sir?"

"You are dismissed until the end of the week." Nisroc smiled at them as he turned to leave them for the night. "Spend time getting to know your son."

"Thank you, sir."