Myriam was already snoring in her bed when Malthael was able to infiltrate her dreams. She was dreaming that she was in front of her old friends and family, and that she enjoying a large banquet with dancing and feasting with music playing all around. It was a dream she always enjoyed. What she didn't expect was the sight of her family and friends leaving the center of the room with small gasps of shock at Malthael's appearance. Even she was surprised at this. Her visions didn't tell her anything.
"Half spawn..." Malthael growled out.
"Malthael," Myriam regarded evenly.
"What a wonderful place of sin and gluttony," he mused.
"Enough! Leave my happiest of dreams in peace!" she scowled.
"I will. But, only if you answer a question for me. Trust me. I don't want to be here anymore than you want me here. You answer. I leave. A good trade. Hmm?"
"Fine. What questions do you ask?"
"Izarius. He is not to be for Anaurael. Why did you say that he would be?"
"Ah. Oh! Well, in that case, I was, actually, expecting you to visit me. I just didn't know it would be like this," she mused. Now Malthael was clearly a touch impressed at her foresight. "I said something to him to get an audience with you. Of course, that one is not meant for the girl! He is her family. I just wanted to irk you. So, we are both needing to talk. She cannot come here?"
"Not physically. Imperius forbids it. So...Anu helped me get here."
"Anu?! Your Anu? The Great Light?!" she gasped. Then her dream room filled with a brilliant, white aura to show that Malthael spoke true. She stammered in her Vecin tongue and gave a small praise of joy. When the Light dimmed out, she was wiping away tears from the brightness. "As happy as I am to see such a divine spectacle, the girl could have come to see me."
"No. Her mortal child is to be my champion in mortal flesh and blood. Because this last one failed, Tyrael needs to try again. It taxes Imperius far too much. So, now that I know that Izarius is clear...what do you wish to ask of me?" Malthael crossed his arms over his chest and flicked his misted wings. "Time is of the essence now. I was only granted a short window of reprieve."
"I know!" she said irritably. "You say this child is to house you. How far will you go to cleanse demons? Will you attack innocents? Will you revert back to what you were?"
"Certain humans deserve to die. All do...but...I know it will not be allowed. I shall slaughter what needs to be slaughtered. Much like animals being butchered to feed the hungry. My weapons always thirst for demon blood. Do I have my weapons? No. But, I know where they are. They simply wait for me to pick them up again. In time...I will..."
"And, what do you plan to use them on?"
"Whatever I deem necessary," he muttered.
"I do not trust you," she said sternly.
"You shouldn't," he agreed. "But...what else can be done? Anyways, are we finished?"
"I want a vow from you," she said. "that you will not kill any that you know have done no wrong! Yes, there are evil people, but there are also good people. Those good people will help you battle the evil ones out there. You need to trust."
"There are only two that I trust," he growled. "My angelic kin...and those related to Anaurael."
"You do not trust the girl, herself?"
"Oh, I do. She is a level...above trust..."
"You love her!" Myriam gasped.
"Such a thing...I will not admit..." he said dangerously.
"I see. You will curb various things at her request. Hmm..."
"Remember. You are dreaming. Do not let me turn your favorite dream...into your worst nightmare..." he warned. He gave a small hint by letting the rich hangings on the walls become immersed in flames. Myriam seemed to pale, but then everything was put back to rights. Just as Malthael appeared ready to leave, she snapped her fingers for his attention. An intense vision hit her, and she had to let him know of it.
"Itherael didn't do enough!" she said.
"What? He was with her in her mental state. His Song is strong within her now. Even I can sense that. There is no other need for him," he seemed to growl out.
"The physical is just as important as the mental!" she urged.
"No. Angels do not have flesh. Mine was destroyed. I am able to do what is needed perfectly fine. Tyrael is the only one that can give her what physical needs her body desires. Itherael has done enough. Do not make this anymore taxing than it already is."
"But, he is still alive! You are something else. You are expected. Don't believe me? Fine. Seek the advice of Tyrael. He will see that I am correct. Itherael has to be physically touching her in order for it to truly take effect. If you do not wish for your Anu to be lacking in his Light, then you must have Itherael do this. Yes, he does not like it. None do. But, this is for your Anu."
"I still do not feel..." Malthael started. Then he paused. He felt Anu's Light. There was an agreeable vibe given to him in favor of the Vecin seer. Anu personally told me that she was right. "Imperius will not be pleased. He does not wish for any others to touch Anaurael. She will be hurt too deeply. It was...safe...when it was only mental. Now, with physical touch..."
"He also has a sanctum. And, Imperius can be distracted. A new room was made for Greed, was it not?" Myriam seemed to smile. "He should help fill it with traps."
"And Greed would assist with...to keep Anaurael happy..." Malthael paused at the realization. Myriam's nod of confirmation was given now. "Very well. I shall enlist the help of Greed. Izarius will assist in getting Anaurael to Itherael and standing watch. I shall speak to them both. Or, actually, Izarius will speak to Greed for me before helping Anaurael."
"Good. Now you can leave my dream," she said with a snort.
"Gladly," he muttered out and vanished away for her dream to continue as though nothing happened. What she didn't know was that he had left a small imprint of himself in her mind. If he needed to contact her again, he could do so. Easily.