Imperius was seething at what he learned. He was still in her mind to catch that last bit of conversation. When Anaurael looked at him with concern, he forced himself to calm down.
"Imperius?" she finally asked.
"I will hope that Tyrael sticks to his vow and says nothing more," he growled. "I understand that he needs to be with you. But, I refuse to be allowed the thought that he wants more of you! And the same is to be expected of Malthael!"
"Do not worry. I know that he will respect the truce. I am, actually, far more worried about Malthael than Tyrael. But, it was amusing to know that I had the upper hand," she said with a small grin. He did seem to nod at that, but he was still very disturbed.
"You are mine," he growled and squeezed her to his core. "I know I have duties to tend to. I will allow you to rest with Tyrael. The moment your offspring happens..."
"I know. He cannot touch me," she agreed. She calmed him down to the point that he was able to land heavily in his armor again. She was able to dress before he reclaimed her in his arms. His sanctum reopened, and he took the path to her bedchamber. Izarius was setting up food and drink for her. Tyrael was still sleeping deeply in her bed. At the sight of Gurzick, Imperius pointed at him.
"Have Greed find a gown of gold and glitters of diamonds!" Imperius ordered.
"Oh! Sparkly? Yes! I find!" Gurzick nodded.
"The diamonds need to have a soft effect, though," Anaurael smiled.
"I also want a replacement gown for her. The gold with green. It was destroyed. I also want more part dresses," Imperius said. "Like what she has on now."
"Will find," Gurzick nodded and vanished away. Much of the loose treasures were placed in quite a few white treasure chests that were gilded with gold and gems. And many of the chests were full to the brim and overflowing, but it was still confined. A full bedroom set of drawers, closets and furniture was set up by Izarius and Darius when they were brought in. The room finally looked habitable and luxuriously done for Heaven's style.
"Go and rest. I need to train the troops. I'll be back in an hour," Imperius muttered. "and I will keep an eye on your mind."
"Of course," she smiled softly.
"If you need a bath, let me know," Izarius nodded. "I'll wait just outside the door."
"You don't have to," she yawned and let him help her undress. Slipping into a sheer gown of gold silk, he carefully set her next to Tyrael. The room was darkened a touch more to help her sleep. Imperius grumbled at how Tyrael's hand moved to rest over her side in sleep, but he teleported away all the same. It was a truce. It was needed.
She was pulled back into her mind, and she found herself standing where she was before. The mossy ground and lake bed was there before her, and she moved to sit on a large, mossy rock. There were no scents here, oddly enough. She thought she would smell water or the dankness of the moss. But, in her mind, it was mainly visual. The colors were sharp and bright, though. Even the sounds of the water lapping along the edge of the mossy ground were there in sharp clarity. She could even feel the moss she sat on. Why was there no sense of smell? She would have to figure that out. At the feel of hands resting on her shoulders, she smiled. Then she noticed the gauntlets were silver.
"What are you doing now?" Tyrael asked from his hooded form.
"Resting next to you. Imperius had to train the troops again," she said. "Malthael is near?"
"He is, but he is not intervening. He is studying memories of you. To try and help you train further. At least, I hope that's all he's doing," he muttered.
"I don't think I understand," she admitted. Then she blinked when he moved his hands to gather her up to him. "What are you...?"
"I need to do what Malthael did. Here. In your mind. He feels that it may be needed, too," he said and stretched out his white tendrils. He was also going to test a theory. He was going to attempt to be with her in the flesh and in the mind at the same time. If it could be done, then it may be something that I would need to do from now on. Even now, he was able to control his body while his flesh slept to move over her. He needed to figure out where to take her in her mind.
"What's going on?!" she gasped. She was in danger of waking up.
"Trust me. An experiment. I want to see if I can do something in sleep with you. Just...don't wake up," Tyrael muttered. He inevitably moved to set her to lay back on the moss.
"Are you serious?!" she asked with her eyes wide. "I mean..."
"Will you let me try?" he asked. She swallowed, but nodded. He was able to remove her gown in both mental and physical states with careful, controlled movements. "Don't open your eyes."
"I won't," she whispered and felt his mouth on hers. She took in a sharp breath at the humming he gave out. Then she cried out at the feel of what was happening next. Over the course of an hour, the pleasure was successfully maintained off and on with brief sessions of rest. When it was done, he was sitting up with her in his lap and thinking over what he just did.
"You can wake now. If you wanted to," he whispered.
"No. I think I'm good for now," she sighed and rested on him.
"Are you?" he asked and lightly caressed her hair. She just sighed in response and nodded. As she recovered, she sensed Imperius checking on her. At the sensation she sent him that she was well and to wait a touch longer, he accepted it.
"You know...you could be with another girl," she started.
"No," he said with a sharp shake of his head. "No other will work for me. I refuse to be like this with any other. A part of me feels like I would be betraying you. Even though it would not be, it would not feel right. I want no other. I need no other. You were perfectly formed for the High Heavens. For Imperius. For me, too."
"But...I belong to Imperius."
"I know you do. I never said you didn't belong to him. I'm just saying that no other will suit me. You are everything that I need. I'll let Lyndon have them. I just need one. And that's you," he said softly. "And, yes, I know that I may have problems sleeping without you..."
"Take the pillow I was sleeping on. It will help you," she smiled. "You can even take one of the bed sheets. As long as my scent is around you, it will be fine. You will sleep deeply."
"I will do that," he muttered and kissed her softly. "When should we wake?"
"Do you feel the need to wake?"
"Not just yet," he admitted. "I just wish to rest with you. Like this."
"Then we can rest," she smiled and leaned into his massive, silver chest. He was resting his back against the mossy rock she sat on before. It didn't harm his wings, and he kept her securely in his lap. For the next thirty minutes it was like this. It was a contentment he never had before. A feeling of rare bliss. It would come to an end when Malthael landed to sit on the moss and regard them.
"It went well," he said calmly.
"And? Your point?" Tyrael seemed to growl. Anaurael seemed to frown.
"I am saying that it went well, because the offspring took form within her. It is done. However, the first month is critical. There is a chance that it may fail. I have been gleaning through her memories with the healer of her old village. She has learned much. We will need to keep her well fed and with plenty of fluids. This is only from what I can tell," Malthael said. Tyrael was actually a touch surprised on learning this. A part of him didn't want to think that it had happened yet. I would be forced to keep from being with her. He didn't want to violate his truce.
"I won't know for sure until the second or third month. That is when I know that all is well," she said softly. "And, if you think about it, I'll be bearing twins."
"Twins?" Tyrael asked.
"Yes. Two children at once. One for my soul. The other for my body," she explained. "So, I may need more than normal to keep myself in a stable way."
"I'll inform Izarius," he said. Malthael could only agree with him. He rose up smoothly after that and stretched out his wings before glancing at the mental sky.
"Malthael, maybe you can help me," she said. He looked at her and nodded. "In here, my mind, I have all of my senses except for smell. Why is that?"
"Ah. You do have smell. There are simply no smells generated here. There is no need for that. It is good in case something happens out there. Yes, you can hear out there, too, but smells can distort things. If you focus on smelling, you can, but you may smell outside sources that can interfere with your mental clarity. Sound is naturally blocked out to only be retained here. As are the other senses. Even in dreams, there is no smell. Right, Tyrael?"
"He is correct," Tyrael agreed. He paused at the soft caress to his invisible cheek.
"I find it odd," she murmured. "that out of all in the Angiris Council, only Imperius wears a helmet. The rest of you have cloaked hoods."
"Well, he is mainly all defense and valor," Malthael shrugged. "We think nothing of it."
"I see. Anyways, I think I may need to wake now," she smiled. Tyrael kissed her deeply and let her go. "Will you also wake?"
"Not just yet. My body was severely lacking," Tyrael sighed. She nodded and got up to hug Malthael close to shock him. He wasn't expecting it, but he managed to hug her back. She pressed a kiss to his invisible mouth and opened her eyes right after. She stifled a giggle at how Tyrael had her pinned down under a massive arm and leg.
"Izarius?" she asked in a soft whisper.
"I'm here. Is everything all right?" he asked in his own hushed whisper and silently walked over to the bed. At seeing how Tyrael was with her, he shook his head with a light chuckle.
"I need to move. Tyrael still needs to sleep more," she sighed. Izarius gently eased the sprawling limbs off of her, and she was able to scoot away. She gave herself a mild scrubbing in the basin and dressed in an airy, golden gown. "I want to walk around a bit."
"Of course. Darius will stay here for Tyrael. Mithus and Azarius are with Imperius. I will accompany you," he nodded. She smiled and let him follow her out of the bedroom and through the inner sanctum. On reaching the hallway, she seemed to sigh and look out over the view of the Silver City. "Is everything all right? Is something wrong?"
"Why can't I...just be with him?" she whispered and trembled. He gasped and pulled her into his arms to hold her, as she burst into tears. "Why?!"
"You know that answer as well as I do," he said soothingly. He flicked his wings and began to hum softly in song. It was something he used to do to calm her as a baby long ago. It was a battle song, but the familiar tune began to calm her. She even surprised him by humming with him. They both laughed softly when it ended. She rested her head against his chest and shivered.
"I find it strange how a battle song about slaughtering demon filth can calm me down," she sighed and shook her head. "It's almost too funny."
"Yeah," he nodded and sighed. He kissed her forehead and rocked her gently. A moment later, he felt her body slump, and he was forced to ease her into his arms to carry her. On looking at her, he only knew all too well what was going on in her thoughts. She was still tired. She simply didn't want to sleep in her bed. He continued to hold her and look out at the view calmly. She was weightless to him. He would hold her for as long as he needed to.