He brought her back to his inner sanctum. He was as livid as she was. They helped each other calm down with a bit of focus, and she finally smiled at him. He was still moody, though.
"I was ready to kill him," he growled.
"I wouldn't have stopped you," she shrugged. He seemed to glance at her and smirk. "Why are we here? Do you just not want me down there?"
"I want them to start getting used to you being gone more," he said. "Besides, I need to figure out how your room is going to look. Where should the entrance be?"
"I would say directly behind your throne. This way, they don't see my room right away," she advised. "They would have to walk around your throne to reach my chamber."
"True," he nodded. "Oh. I want to train you to teleport like I do. For travel. So that you can come here and back without me. You can hold Solarion with no problems. You can do this."
"Train me, and I will learn," she nodded. Her answer always pleased him. There was never a time that she said she couldn't do something. Only a true angel would respond so positively to training.
"Focus on my mark. I want to see if you can catch how I travel," he said. She nodded and focused slightly to show she was ready. To him, it was second nature, but he forced himself to slow down his thought process for her to catch on. Before long, she was following him all through the High Heavens with a form of ease. She did pause in sheer wonder at the Diamond Gates. She was going to be exploring everywhere when she could. At the feel of her mark getting warm, she realized that Imperius was calling her. He tried a test, and it worked perfectly. She is truly his ward now. When they got back to his inner sanctum, he was nodding his head with complete approval.
"I can see how that is important. It drains me, though," she admitted.
"In time, you will get used to it. It is fine," he said.
"I know," she smiled. He led her to the curved wall behind the throne. He focused, and the room shifted. All of the High Heavens was made purely with Anu's Light. Only the Archangels were strong enough to fully alter it. Others could, but it took centuries of practice. His inner sanctum was built on something that resembled a spindly, towering spire above his Halls of Valor. It was one of the tallest spires in the Heavens. Her room was going to branch down a slender, tubular stairway of gold and marble to nestle right underneath the room. It would be well-guarded this way and unexpected.
The chamber that formed now held enough space for them to move, had a matching blue floor of energy with the same waterfalls, and the same pillars and plants as his throne room. As always, it was in the same circular pattern, and the room floors were held up with solid beams of gold that seemed to wrap upwards in a vine-like way outside the room. Large, airy windows revealed the outside, but could be covered up with cloth for privacy. Of course, there was no furniture yet, but that would come in time.
"What do you think?" he asked.
"Would it be possible to limit the floor to be more marble than energy? I know it won't hurt me, but I don't want to think that my room got flooded," she chuckled. He nodded and let the marble floor seem to rise up and over the watery one. It almost resembled a floating bridge. "Thank you."
"Of course. Now we need to see about a bed for you. And other things," he sighed.
"You can't make that?"
"It would not be a true part of the spire we are in. Or a part of my Halls. My throne is immovable. I could make furniture for you, but it would never be able to be moved."
"And the cushion on the throne?" she giggled softly.
"That was made long ago. So, the bedding would need to be the same. Hmm..." Imperius thought. "I don't want to use your old bed. The rest is fine. But not the bed."
"For the type of bed you want, we'd be looking at royalty. Possibly the rest, too, to go with the splendor of the room," she frowned. Then, much to their surprise, Gurzick appeared in the room to chitter with excitement. It was a new area of Heaven that he hadn't been to yet.
"This is to be Anaurael's bedroom!" Imperius growled. "Leave!"
"Wait!" she said. "Gurzick, we are in dire need of a good bed. I am, at least. Not the one I had at home. But one fit for royalty. Maybe even furniture, too. Do you have any ideas?"
"Hmm," the goblin thought. "I look!"
"Thank you!" she smiled. Right after he vanished, she got scooped up by Imperius. "You know, I always wondered where you watched me from."
"Oh? I can show you," he nodded. He teleported with her to the viewing chamber he always went to. He set her down and showed her the pool. She found herself blushing at the view of her house.
"How long would you stand here? Watching over me?" she asked.
"Hours at a time. Days. Weeks. Even years," he said. "Of course, this was after my current duties were done. There wasn't much else to do. When the pact went into effect over Sanctuary, I could do nothing. I could not fight like I wanted to. Yes, I would go to Pandemonium at times to quell any leftover demon spawns there. But, they were empty victories. Not satisfying. Nothing to boast over with valorous deeds. I would train the new angels, but for what means?"
"Would Pandemonium be used as a training ground?"
"It could. In time, I could do that with you. I would let you fight on your own just enough. You haven't slaughtered your first demon yet. We need to fix that. But, only after your wound is healed."
"I could have slaughtered Willis. Would he count?"
"I would count that," he said with a stern nod. "Any human would count for me."
"I'll keep that in mind," she muttered. He nodded again, pulled her back into his embrace, and held her close with a sigh. "I am curious, though."
"Of what?" he asked.
"How did you know of me? How did you find me at first?"
"I felt that...something was off. With your parents," he said lightly. Then he paused and transported them back to his inner sanctum. He didn't want any to overhear him. Sitting down in his throne to get comfortable again with her in his lap, he started to speak again. "As I stated previously, I felt off about them. That something was different. As much as I praised their victories in battle, there was something about them that didn't feel right. I couldn't place it. It...annoyed me."
"Oh," she frowned.
"I disregarded it for a while after the Worldstone was stolen. I sent them off on separate missions to help find it. Sometimes for years at a time. I thought nothing of it. But, I suppose it was this last mission I had sent them on that made them decide to leave. They were to find Tyrael. To see where he had gone off to after he destroyed the relic. When they returned, they were gone shortly after. That was only a year that they were apart, if I remember correctly. Right after the Worldstone's destruction twenty years ago. That was when they left Heaven."
"And, when you sensed me?"
"I just felt that something was wrong. Very wrong. I wasn't sure how else to put it. So, I sent Izarius and a few others to find you. I spoke with Itherael first, though. Auriel, too, before making the decision. And I couldn't find your parents, as they had removed their wings. So, I sent out my scouts. When they found you, I came to you. I demanded to see you to kill you."
"You did?"
"Yes. But...when I saw you...I couldn't. I saw that...there was nothing wrong. That I saw it differently. That you were, in fact, calling to me after all these years. Even when your parents were angels. Something about them was calling to me. I didn't know what else to think."
"And, when you saw me, what did you hear?"
"That you were a piece of me," he said. "That you were...are...my salvation."
"And you marked me..."
"I had to," he muttered and pulled her close to kiss her hard. When a hand moved over her hip, she gave out a small whimper of pain. He pulled back and growled at himself.
"It's okay," she sighed and shivered. "I'm still healing."
"Rest. Just rest," he said and let her lean into him to feel her weight.
"Not yet," she muttered, and he let her kiss him deeply. This was how she spent her first full night in Heaven. It wasn't in a bed. It wasn't with training. It was with Imperius in his inner sanctum. She would rest in his arms and wake up to the passion he gave her in a kiss. It was what they both needed.