When Lorath and Xavian approached the medical tent, they paused at the sight of Lyndon talking to Willis. Deciding to idle by casually, they were able to listen in.

"Who are you?" Willis asked a touch weakly. His face was a rainbow of various colors from the beatings he took from the goatmen, but the healer was able to do enough mending to get the bleeding under control. It was a miracle that he had no broken bones. His muscle mass from stone working and wood carving took most of the punishment.

"I am Lyndon! A friend," the scoundrel nodded. "I helped bring you here."

"I'm Willis. Hi," he mumbled a bit painfully.

"I couldn't help but notice that you knew of the girl in our midst. How is that?"

"We...grew up together. In the same village."

"Oh? What village?"

"A small one...hundred miles west of Kingsport..."

"Ah! The one that was supposed to be guarded by angels and whatnot?"

"Yeah."

"A shame. I never went to visit. I probably should have. I, myself, am from Kingsport. But...how did you get from there to here? That does baffle me."

"My Father...sent me off to learn. Different town to enhance trade. But...mainly to keep me safe. I hurt Ana. I wanted to...apologize to her. But...anyways...how I got here...well...my master tradesman wanted me to get 'back to my roots' through farming. To study nature in all forms to get my carving skills down better. It was...only to be for a month. We never expected the attack."

"I'm sure no one did," Lyndon sighed. "and I did notice that she didn't like you very much."

"I sort of...pissed her off. With Imperius," Willis mumbled and began to nod off. The painkillers were finally taking effect. "Sorry..."

"No, no. It's fine. Rest up! We'll find out what else needs to be done around here," he said in an understanding way. "But...how did you piss off Imperius?"

"I said they were...screwing each other...in front of..." Willis muttered and fell into a deep sleep.

"Oh. Yes...that would piss him off," Lyndon mused. "Not a wise thing to do, my friend. Rest well. Hmm. Damn. I should have visited the village when I could."

"And you would have been chased away," Xavian said when he walked over. "Thanks for asking the questions, though. Saved me the trouble of talking to him. I grew up with him, too. He stole from me, lied about it, and then tried to cover it up. His dad will be here to help him."

"He would have fit in with my guild," Lyndon joked. But, there was no joking with Xavian.

"He was stealing priceless Horadric artifacts from me," Xavian growled. Now Lorath looked at him with surprise. "Gurzick was able to steal them back for them to be returned. Anyways, there is no need for Ana to meet with Willis. If it was just an apology he wanted to give her, then it can be done from afar. He's caused far too much trouble."

"What do you suggest?" Lorath asked.

"Let his dad come here and take care of him. If you want to show kindness, I'd say to give him a little of the medicine to get rid of most of the bruising so he can recover faster. Not all of his wounds, but just the main ones. Enough for him to walk out of town," Xavian said.

"Good idea," Lorath agreed. "I'll administer it."

"What medicine?" Lyndon asked.

"It's ancient Horadric medicine that was passed down to me from my Great-Grandfather. It's very powerful stuff that we hope to recreate. The plants needed for it are very rare. Tyrael has it right now, and it's guarded over. Intensely," Xavian warned.

"I wasn't going to steal it!" the scoundrel said.

"When it comes to you, it's hard to tell," Xavian snorted a bit and walked back to Tyrael's location. Lyndon scowled lightly, but he didn't let it get to him. He decided to check out the new Nephalem that were waiting patiently to talk to Tyrael.

In Tyrael's room, it was agreed on to administer light healing on Willis. Imperius was still holding her to him. He was not pleased with what was going on.

"I should take you back to Heaven," he growled.

"I'd prefer for her to be in Heaven. At least I would know that she would be safe," Tyrael agreed.

"Do I not have a say so in this?" Anaurael frowned.

"You are bearing offspring. You do not," Imperius muttered and squeezed her. "I thought you liked Heaven. You do not wish to return?"

"It's not that," she sighed.

"Then what do you wish to do?" Izarius asked. "Wherever you go, you know I will follow. As will the others. What is on your mind?"

"I don't know," she winced and sighed. Imperius pressed his thumb to her mark to glean what her thoughts truly were. After a moment, he glanced down at her.

"You are exhausted. I see now," Imperius said. "I will take you to your chambers. You can rest there. If any ask for you, then Tyrael will tell them where you are."

"Okay," she nodded.

"I may join you later," Tyrael said softly. "Just for sleeping."

"Fine," Imperius nodded. At a knock on the door, Imperius turned around for his back to be at the door. At the hushed gasp of awe from a female, he shook his head lightly with disgust.

"Pay them no mind," she whispered softly to him. "Let's go."

"Yes. Let's," he nodded to her and vanished away with her.

"Who...was that...?" the girl asked with awe. She was dressed in heavy cloth with light armors, and she had a wand attached to her side. Her black hair was coiffed up under her hat, as she only stared in a form of shock at the angel she saw. Izarius regarded her lightly, and she was a bit more surprised at the sight of him. Tyrael's two angelic guards were in their usual invisible states.

"That was Imperius, the Archangel of Valor. We were just leaving. Enjoy your day," the angel nodded. Tyrael hid his smile when Izarius left to follow his sister. His three invisible brothers were soon gone after him. Tyrael now regarded the young Wizard and chuckled.

"Come. I'll show you the latest bounties. There is much work to be done," he said.

"Of course," she nodded and followed him dutifully. Now that Tyrael was acquainting himself with the new heroes, Imperius was cradling Anaurael in his inner sanctum and holding her to his core. He had her armor removed, and she had a dress that consisted of a two-piece gown of gold with emerald threading close by. Greed was able to find her a gown that suited Imperius's standards. As much as Imperius would be pleased for her to wear it, he wasn't ready for that yet.

"These Nephalem are disgusting pieces of filth!" Imperius growled.

"Well, they aren't here," Anaurael smiled and caressed his cheek to help him focus.

"True."

"It's just us."

"That it is."

"So, why worry over it?" she asked and traced a finger over his shoulder lightly. "And, I have found it a bit strange."

"What?" he asked and enjoyed her touch.

"You haven't really...touched me in various places..." she blushed softly.

"Is that so? Well, then, I suppose that needs to change," he muttered and traced up her spine with large finger. At her gasp of delight, he chuckled. "Your back still needs to be worked on?"

"Yes..." she panted. When his Song came forth, her mark pulsed in sync with him. As much as he needed to train the troops, her health came first. And so did his need of her. As happy as they were in Heaven, there was a different mood in Sanctuary.

"Tyrael," the Nephalem said, as he was approached.

"Yes?" Tyrael asked. He was handing out bounty offers to the waiting heroes.

"Lyndon just told me something that was not explained to me," the Nephalem muttered in a low tone to show complete discontent.

"Oh?"

"It was something he overheard you and Lorath talking about. Even from Anaurael's parents. I just learned about this."

"And, what were you informed of?"

"Malthael being reborn as your son," the Nephalem said with mistrust.

"Yes. It is true. I didn't know how to bring it up to you. Just remember. As my son, I can discipline him properly. He may not have all of his memories. Also, he will be mortal. If he dies, then that's it. He gets no second chance at redemption for the High Heavens," Tyrael said gravely. "Trust me. It is something even I am not too sure of. But, Imperius agreed to have Malthael be reborn."

"And, this explains why you are so close to her now?"

"Yes. I care about her well-being. She grows weary of Malthael being in her mind."

"What? She is a vessel for Malthael?!"

"It's...more than that," Tyrael admitted and started to walk off quickly. "Come. I'll tell you everything at length in my chambers. It's time you knew."

"You should have told me when it happened!" the Nephalem growled when they got behind closed doors in Tyrael's chamber. Now the mortal angel regarded the Nephalem easily.

"For you to challenge Anaurael about it the moment you saw her?"

"No. So that I could have a grasp on what was going on. I understand that she is not at fault. She fought well with me. Even her brothers are trustworthy. Why wasn't I told?"

"It was to avoid putting her in an awkward place. That's why. She wanted no part of it. But, in order for him to be free of her, there was no other way. And, only I could help her attain this."

"And Imperius could not?"

"No. He does not have mortal flesh. Besides, she is bearing him an offspring from her soul to help Anu become a champion for the High Heavens as an Archangel," Tyrael said calmly. The Nephalem's jaw seemed to drop. "Now you see why she is important."

"And this reincarnation of Anu...?"

"May finally help you tip the scales to balance in Heaven's favor," Tyrael nodded. The Nephalem sighed hard in thought. Then nodded. Anaurael was very important.

"As long as Malthael is kept under control," the Nephalem said.

"Don't worry. The moment he misbehaves, his bottom gets a nice tan with my hand," Tyrael smirked. That got a wry grin given back as a reward.