Itherael had consulted his Scroll the moment he got to his Library. On noting what happened, he would gladly abide by it. As much as the kiss did surprise him, he didn't want Anaurael to feel any different about him. He did see her purely as his sister. He would use what happened as a guideline to further understand how pleasure worked. He would likely go no further than this.
"Itherael? Are you well?" Auriel asked when she appeared.
"For now, it seems," he sighed.
"All right. What happened?" she asked. With another sigh, he told her what had occurred. At her look of shock, he revealed to her what Imperius did from what his Scroll told him. "Very well. She will have no recollection. It is for the best."
"Yes. I was...am...still surprised, though. Such a feeling I received! But, I will not dwell on it. It is unjust. I wanted to speak with her over something my Scroll revealed."
"Oh? What did it say?"
"You will find out, if you linger," he chuckled.
"Why must you keep such knowledge from me?"
"Because I must," he said softly. "And...I have been thinking."
"On what?"
"Anaurael...we do refer to her as the ward of Imperius. This is true. But...after how they have been lately...it seems to be no longer the case."
"Oh?"
"She is a part of him now. She receives his wounds. She depends on him to stay alive. She mirrors his fighting. Yes, she is his champion, but she is also a bit of his equal."
"But, she has been taken under his wing, so to speak."
"For training and guidance, yes. But, my Scroll reveals that she may bear him offspring."
"As you have said before. Well...if we are to no longer call her his ward, should we simply refer to her as the champion of Imperius?"
"Her being his ward was good while she was a youth. Now that she has become a true part of him, I feel that it may sound more legitimate. He may call her whatever he likes. He may do so, anyways. And, yes, I will inform him of our discussion. But, the moment he began to show such a rarity of equality to her, as in his affections, she became more than his ward."
"She was the one that referred to herself as such. It was only to appease the humans around her," Auriel pointed out. "I will always see her as my sister."
"As will I," Itherael nodded. They looked over when Imperius brought Anaurael with him into the Library. He had her put on her leather dress to be as relaxed as possible. She had never been here before, and she marveled at the structural surroundings. Itherael nodded to them, and gently clasped hands with hers in greeting, as they always did.
"Your Library is incredible!" Anaurael beamed.
"Yes. It is where I reside. All of my knowledge is here. Come. I shall show you Talus'ar," Itherael nodded. Imperius noted how Itherael treated her and seemed to nod. He would know what to expect, and he respected that his decision was agreed on to remove the incident.
"You are well, Imperius?" Auriel asked.
"Well enough," he nodded. As they conversed, Itherael showed Anaurael his Scroll. She was in complete amazement over it. As he showed her how he looked over the threads of destiny that appeared, he suddenly glanced at her and to Imperius.
"Imperius! Take her to one of our many ledges! Quickly!" Itherael urged.
"What?" Imperius asked with a bit of confusion.
"Her body is going to purge itself! Take her now!" he said. Auriel was the one that moved to quickly gather up her sister to do as Itherael bid. The moment she reached the ledge, Anaurael felt dizzy and vomited right over the side. Imperius had appeared soon after and paused with complete surprise. On looking at Itherael, the Angel of Fate sighed. "Your offspring is apparent."
"What?! You mean...?" Imperius said.
"Can you tell how long it will be?" Auriel asked.
"Hmm..." Itherael glanced over what his Scroll revealed. "It appears to be the same as the mortals on Sanctuary. The same timeline. It may have started when she was first sealed away in your inner sanctum, Imperius. Our Songs are extremely potent to bring about new angels to the fold. I am not surprised that such a thing has occurred so quickly."
"Are Lilaurael and Ilerael still here?" Imperius asked.
"They are," Auriel nodded. She had Al'maiesh gently coil around Anaurael's form to help her recover and give her mental clarity. That helped her greatly.
"I need to wash this taste from my mouth," Anaurael winced. Imperius was quick to summon Izarius and let them explain what was needed.
"I know what to get," the angelic warrior said. He vanished quickly and returned with a cup of water for her. "Here. This will help."
"Thank you," Anaurael whispered and rinsed out her mouth in a grateful way. She was carefully pulled away from ledge to recover. "What happened?"
"You are beginning to bear offspring," Auriel said gently. At the look of shock now, she chuckled. "Do not worry, champion of Imperius. There is no reason to worry."
When Imperius caught what Anaurael was referred to as now, Itherael informed him of what he had discussed with Auriel just moments ago. He actually found himself with agreement to it. He also doubted that he was going to allow Anaurael to do any form of fighting, if she was bearing another life.
"She needs to rest more. Izarius, I will want you, Darius, Mithus and Azarius to keep intense watch on her in the coming months," Imperius said sternly.
"I am sure we all understand why," Izarius nodded. "May I suggest another escort sent for Lilaurael and Ilerael? To assist them, if needed?"
"That can be done. And make sure they have the ability to come here, if they must. Anaurael may be having a touch of a permanent residence here from now on," Imperius added.
"It shall be done," Izarius nodded and vanished to inform his fellow brethren.
"Protective much?" Auriel chuckled.
"We have never had an angelic mortal of any kind bear offspring. Much less to me," Imperius grunted. "I am doing only what I can for her."
When Gurzick suddenly appeared, he waved at them all to remind them of who he was. When he saw Anaurael resting, he became instantly concerned. "Okay?"
"Gurzick, I am with offspring, apparently," she sighed. "I got ill."
"Oh?! Hmm. Yes?" the goblin asked.
"We will know for sure in a few days," Itherael nodded.
"You and your ilk are to remain out of sight!" Imperius growled.
"Oh, don't say that!" Greed said from the crown. "In fact, I shall return something to you that I found, as a show of my own truce in this matter."
"I do not make alliances with demon filth!" Imperius muttered. "I only tolerate you!"
At this, Gurzick came to, sorted through his bag, and dropped a massive hammer that glowed with the Song of the Arc. Itherael seemed to gasp. Auriel was completely taken by surprise. Anaurael noticed that they recognized the weapon and asked, "What is this?"
"This is the Hammer of Justice. Tyrael had it crafted for him, but it was stolen away," Itherael said. It was quickly taken up again to put in a place of safety by other angels. "Greed, despite the fact of what you are, you have earned my tolerance. I only ask that you refrain from finding anything more from Heaven. If you are able to."
"Ah! So, you know how I work. Impressive!" the crown giggled. "Very well."
"This also goes to your minions," Imperius muttered out.
"And you found my loophole. Clever," Greed sighed. "For now, I shall do what I can. It is my nature, though. So, I won't find anything of intense importance. I may chance on small things, though."
"You should find nothing at all, but I understand," Itherael nodded.
"Impossible!" Imperius scowled, but he moved to scoop up Anaurael all the same. "As for you, you purged out everything you just ate. You need to eat something now."
"I don't know if I'll be able to keep it down," she frowned.
"Soft foods," Itherael whispered out from what his Scroll said.
"Agreed," Imperius nodded and walked off with her.
"Should we inform her parents?" Auriel asked.
"Not yet. They are still...recovering," Itherael chuckled. Gurzick had vanished away to the Burning Hells. Greed wanted him to look at the forges there for any new weapons and armors. Any that were left out was fair game. And many demons tended to be as forgetful as humans. It was the one trait they seemed to have passed down. He always took full advantage of it.