"When do you plan to go back?" Lorath asked Tyrael, as they were seated in a small chamber. It was the same one used as a small feast hall after the successful training from Pandemonium. Ilerael and Lilaurael were also seated and catered to by Mithus and Azarius. Darius and Izarius had to remain in Anaurael's chamber to keep it clean and prepared for her to return from Imperius's sanctum.

"Likely after I rest with her," Tyrael said and speared a small piece of meat with a fork. "I'll need to do that first. After that happens, I'll be able to return to see what else needs to be done."

"I can understand that," Xavian agreed.

"Whatever happened to Willis?" Ilerael asked. "I didn't have much time to really dabble much into his situation. Did his father come by to get him?"

"Oh. Him," Xavian grumbled.

"He wants to prove his worth," Tyrael sighed.

"I don't want him anywhere near the library," Lorath said. "I get a nasty vibe whenever I'm around him. And now we have that girl, Kadala, in our ranks. Ugh. I get weird vibes from her, too."

"I think you like her," Xavian grinned. At the dirty look he got now, Tyrael cracked a grin.

"Shut up," Lorath finally muttered and pulled down his cloth mask just enough to eat. "She's the daughter of a greedy man. A nasty man."

"And, she offers services to the heroes in exchange for those weird shards," Lilaurael chuckled. "You do glance at her a bit more than you like."

"I just want to make sure she doesn't steal anything!" Lorath finally said. "Where does she get her items from, anyways? It makes no sense to me."

"Then ask her," Tyrael said bluntly. "I won't do it for you. I'm married now."

"Even though no vows were said?" Xavian asked.

"None are needed," he smiled. "Angels work differently. I don't have to go by human traditions. Granted, the marriage was false. But, it's still a marriage."

"So, that's why you did it?" Lilaurael smiled. As a response, Tyrael removed his gauntlet to display his new, powerful wedding band on his left hand.

"As long as I wear this, then I'm fine," he smiled a bit wider. "And, she put it on me."

"That she did," Ilerael nodded.

"As for Willis's father," Lorath said to get back to the main topic. "he did come by to try and talk sense into him. Willis gave him the brush off. He kept saying that joining the Horadrim was his true calling. I think he's just doing it to get close to Anaurael."

"It's exactly why he's doing it," Xavian growled. "Ana's too good for him!"

"And, I will deny him access to see my wife," Tyrael muttered. "And don't go telling me that she isn't. As long as I wear the ring that she put on my finger, then she is."

"Right," Ilerael chuckled. "Harvey, Willis's father, actually insisted for me and Lilaurael to get married. It was touching, really. I'm really glad that he's still around."

"He is an honorable man," Tyrael agreed. "His craftsman ship is spectacular, too! At least I know that, if we need stonework restored, we can go to him."

"Maybe that's what we can do for Willis," Lilaurael mused. "Have him handle repairs. Masonry and carpentry. He wants to prove his worth? Fine. Let him restore the library when it's found."

"That would definitely keep him busy for a few years," Tyrael said with a wry grin. When Gurzick appeared with a gleeful laugh, Ilerael waved at him.

"How is Greed?" Ilerael asked.

"Oh, I'm well enough! Your place of importance has been found. But, it is infested. Heavily. By vermin, old demons, and other unpleasant things. As proof that it was found, I had Gurzick grab something for you before he was caught and questioned by the inhabitants in that place," Greed said from the crown. Now an old book was presented to Tyrael. The powerful, mortal angel's jaw dropped. It was the alchemy book used to make most of the potions for the Horadric order. Itherael was summoned, the area in front of Tyrael was cleared away, and now he opened the aged book to carefully glean the ingredients needed to remake the potion.

"Hmm," Itherael pondered. "over half of these plants all grow in the jungles."

"Hardest places to reach, too," Ilerael frowned. "The map here shows all of the locations. It could have changed over time."

"A new map would need to be made. Lorath, I am going to entrust this book to you. Recruit a couple Witch Doctors, if you can. Even other heroes willing to make this journey. We need our library reclaimed, and we need these plants," Tyrael said. "The moment I'm done here, I'll rejoin you on Sanctuary. Let's finish eating."

"Allow me to make copies of this book? I would rather copies be taken to Sanctuary instead of a priceless tome," Itherael said. It was easily agreed to. "Also...what does this mean?"

"Hmm?" Tyrael asked. At the notation of an angelic authority ingredient, he winced. "I needed to approve the potion made. Certain parts of it. It helped make it stronger."

"Tyrael, do not side-line the truth. I know what it means. Talus'ar did show something of this to me. I will not say anything, as the current potion in our grasp did heal you significantly. What I want to ask is this. Who will offer to assist with this?" Itherael said. "You cannot."

"Izarius agreed to assist," he said calmly.

"That is fine. The potions will need to be brought here. I will offer my Library as a place for him to inspect each potion," Itherael nodded.

"Thank you," Tyrael said. As they continued to discuss new possibilities for item locations, Imperius was going through his own new set of sensations. Anaurael's elaborate gown was draped over the seat of his throne, but he had her leave her jewelry on. She was in his embrace, and he had her lock her legs around his glowing waist. For the first time he could ever remember, he felt complete pleasure. It was the sensation he had next that floored them both. He couldn't help the small groan that escaped him, either. She knew what that meant from how Tyrael would make the same sounds at the height of his pleasure. She just didn't think that it was possible with Imperius.

"You...did...!" Anaurael gasped in his arms.

"What did I do...?" he asked with a touch of exhaustion. He felt something exquisitely pleasuring flow from him just a bit ago. It actually drained him. He was a touch surprised.

"Um..." she was too flustered to explain it. He pressed a thumb to her mark and found himself in a state of shock. But I didn't have flesh!

"It could just be a solid concentration of my Song," he muttered and kept her against him. "The way I focused with it. I may have simulated what it could have been like."

"And, if physical offspring happen?" she asked.

"I know you are a touch infertile right now. Let's have Tyrael make the champion needed. We can attempt to try after," he muttered and kissed her. He knew it was how the traitorous Inarius started the Nephalem long ago with the rogue demoness, Lilith. It was possible for angels to fully breed out. That was with demons, though. He wasn't sure how it would work with Anaurael, but he didn't rule out wanting to try. A part of him did want a physical offspring of his own to go with the one being made from her soul. At the thought of Inarius coming to mind, he tensed.

"What are you thinking of?" she whispered.

"I never told you about Inarius. Did I?" he sighed.

"No. But, from what I was taught, he and the demoness, Lilith, were the ones that stole the Worldstone to make Sanctuary and humankind. The first Nephalem. Right?"

"Yes. You are correct."

"Are they still alive?"

"I don't know. Nor do I care. Inarius was given to the demons to act as penance for his sins. Lilith was driven off and banished. I do not know what became of them."

"It's sad, but I understand."

"They stole a priceless artifact. They started a whole new mess," he snorted. He trembled at the touch to his cheek, and he pressed his glowing face into her neck. "I don't like thinking about it."

"Then don't think about it," she whispered and kissed him deeply. "Do you think it's time for us to rejoin the others?"

"I don't like thinking about that, either," he seemed to smirk. She laughed softly and shook her head. "But, I suppose it is time. Tyrael will want to be with you, too."

"The sooner he starts on another son, the faster the chances are for it to take," she frowned. "I was upset, though. I...actually looked forward to..."

"And you still are," he reminded her. "My offspring in your soul is still there."

"Yes," she nodded, and he kissed her before setting her down. Since the cramping was finally leaving her, the capsules to control the bleeding were needed. She was able to safely wear the gowns he loved to see her in. He had a slender one set aside for her that resembled gold stretch velvet.

It was a single sheet of cloth that went from her shoulders in dainty straps to end just at the top of her feet in a flared way. He seemed to growl at how it clung to her hips and legs. It almost looked like a second skin on her. There was even a small, gold corset piece that was built to fit onto the dress, and she used this to carefully support her bust-line. She usually had Izarius help her with such things, but she managed when she tied it off. Her necklace was framed perfectly between her perfect mounds.

"I don't know if I want any to see you in this," he muttered.

"Why is that?" she asked and sat down to eat. He placed his hands on her shoulders, and she groaned at the massage he gave her. "I need...to eat..."

"Why does Greed find things like this for you?!" he seemed to growl out. "I'm finding it very hard to even think of giving you over to anyone. Even your parents for a casual visit."

"You have troops to train, though. Don't you?" she frowned.

"I do," he sighed and landed for his armor to reappear. He let his wings flare out and settle back into their usual tendrils of gold. He turned when he saw Izarius walk into the now opened entrance.

"Her gown isn't on right. Let me help her?" he asked.

"Not yet. Let her eat," Imperius said.

"Let him help me real quick," she said. He was forced to let her go. Izarius studied the clinging dress and carefully helped position it better. Then he tightened the strings a bit more on the corset piece. That helped her considerably. Still making sure she could breathe, he nodded, and let her sit back down.

"Tyrael is waiting patiently," Izarius said.

"Let him keep waiting," Imperius muttered. She smiled and started to eat in a ravenous way. Once she had eaten and drank her fill, Izarius began to clean up the sanctum.

"Can you make sure I have a bath ready? Maybe after I meet with Tyrael and the others?"

"I can do that," Izarius nodded. "Darius will ensure it's ready for water."

"Thank you," she smiled. Imperius helped her stand, and he had her walk with him to where the others were. The moment she stepped into the small feast hall, Lorath had dropped his fork at how she appeared in the gown. Xavian coughed and looked away quickly. Tyrael felt himself get intensely warm, and he had to rise up to walk over and meet her. Imperius tensed lightly, but he relaxed when Anaurael pressed a hand over his to help him refocus. He nodded and let her go to greet Tyrael.

"You look amazing," Tyrael whispered in her ear before kissing her cheek. "You were able to eat? I hope?"

"I have," she chuckled. Itherael was now able to clasp hands with her fondly in his own greeting. As much as he wanted to hug her, it would have been too much.

"I shall see to making copies of your tome," Itherael said.

"Thank you," Tyrael nodded to him. Her parents were next to hug her and show their support for her. "I'll see you all on Sanctuary later."

"Of course," Ilerael nodded. He gave an odd glance to Lorath and cleared his throat to help him snap out of it. He knew his daughter was beautiful. He was glad that he was there to keep the tension down. Even Imperius was a touch relieved at this.

"I shall check on the training troops. Contact me if anything happens," Imperius told Anaurael.

"I will," she nodded. When he left, Tyrael was quick to start leading her out of the chamber to her bedroom. When Izarius appeared to help, it was accepted. At the kiss Tyrael gave her next the moment they got to her room, it showed how much he clearly needed her.

"I can't wait..." he tensed and pulled her close to kiss her again.

"Think you can for a bath?" she mused. "I'm sure your back needs it."

"Help me out of this armor. I'll see what I can do about your dress," he chuckled. He had to force himself to calm down. He was trying to stay cool. It was hard to do when he remembered what she looked like just a short bit ago. In her current dress, it was near impossible.

"Calm yourself," she smiled and gasped at the kiss he gave her next.

"In the bath, I'll be calm," he mumbled. It would be another thirty minutes before Izarius was given the signal to start the bath. He was fully relaxed by the time he was soaking in the tub with her.

"I was wondering if you could answer a question for me," she said.

"Hmm?" he asked to have her continue.

"Imperius...mentioned something about Inarius," she said.

"Oh..." he grimaced.

"You also dislike him?"

"It's...a very touchy situation when it comes to him. He was one that tried to find a way out of the Eternal Conflict. He went completely rogue on us and let himself get caught by the demons. The fool tried to talk sense into them. After he got caught, he met Lilith. A demoness that had his ideals. She was also a daughter of Mephisto. A Prime Evil in Hell. Anyways, they fell in love. Then, to make a hidden safe haven for themselves, he stole the Worldstone to make Sanctuary."

"Do you remember him? Inarius?" she asked.

"I do. He was a fanatic in trying to stop the fighting. But, after the Nephalem were born, he wanted them destroyed. He saw how powerful they truly were. It scared him. Lilith wanted them to become her army. They fought. And it was their fighting that alerted us to where they were. It...wasn't a good sight to see," Tyrael said. "He tried to talk to me about it before all of that, and, yes, I did understand what he wanted to do. I just...didn't see things the way he did. Angels were made to fight demons. Not mate with them and form peace with them!"

"You know," she sighed and pressed into him. "I found myself shuddering with distaste at how the men on Sanctuary looked at me. I just knew that...they weren't right for me. That something was wrong with them. When I learned that humanity was half demon, I felt...alone. Completely alone. I had my parents, but I had no one else that was like me. I had Izarius and my brothers, too, but none that weren't truly unrelated to me. I remember being ten years old and pouting over losing Cain's book. Harvey had bought it from a traveling merchant in town, and it was given to me as a gift to read. Izarius had to take the book back to Cain later in the night. It was stolen from him."

"It was?" Tyrael blinked.

"Yes. But, I was a bit upset that I couldn't read it. I went outside my home to think to myself. It was what I tended to do when I couldn't sleep at night. And I...said aloud that I felt alone. Then Imperius came down to reveal himself to me. To prove that I was not. That he had watched over me all my life. I showed him what a hug was, too."

"That's actually funny to think about," Tyrael admitted. "He had to have been a giant to you!"

"Oh, he thought I was performing a ritual when I lifted up my arms to have him pick me up," she giggled. That had him laughing softly. "But, that was when he began to visit me frequently."

"Well," he said and kissed her dry, molten gold head. "you are not alone anymore. You have me now. Granted, I am...much...older than you..."

"Only by a few millennia?" she grinned and squeaked at a small tickle to her side.

"Imperius is just as old. As well as your parents," he reminded her.

"And my brothers, too," she nodded. "I feel like a child around all of you."

"There is much to learn. But, we are also learning, too. I've never had offspring before. Neither has Imperius. So, we old ones can learn new things."

"Where have I heard that phrase before?" she grinned.

"I am not a beast of burden," he growled and squeezed her. "or a loyal lap dog."

"But...you like my lap?" she grinned again. "As a pillow?"

"Besides that," he smirked and chuckled at her. He sighed and winced. "I can't believe that Azurewrath was returned to us. That Greed had it all these years."

"Azurewrath?"

"Izual's blade. Izual...was my best friend. My personal lieutenant. Everything was fine with him until he became overcome by the demon hordes. They...tore apart his mind after they caught him. He lost all of his angelic self. Even after his soul was freed from the beastly body he was chained to...he became a shadow of what he used to be. I even had to fight him when Diablo invaded Heaven. He was reborn in the Burning Hells. It just...proves that his Light is gone."

"It is not your fault," she whispered and pressed into him. "If you find him, I will attempt to heal his mind. I do not know if his body can be saved. But...there may be a glimmer of his old self there. I may be able to find it. Maybe he can be reborn as your son."

"I..." he paused and shivered. "Well...that's if we can find him."

"Greed could scout and lure," she said. "He does much for me."

"As much as he shouldn't, I'm surprised," he admitted.

"He says that my hair of gold makes him happy to see me," she laughed softly. "He also appreciated how I didn't hurt Gurzick when I first saw him. I gave him broken farm tools."

"Really?" Tyrael grinned.

"And, I also learned through Greed that he loves the broken shovel I gave him! He smacks his minions around with it!" she giggled wickedly. A bark of laughter came from him now, and he ran a hand over his face, as he shook his head. "He did offer to safeguard me, though. If anything happened."

"Then...why didn't he find you in Pandemonium? When Titharius took you?" he asked.

"He may have been busy. But...I know he must have learned what happened after," she sighed. "I have noticed an increase in Greed Goblins lately, too."

"That seems to be the case," he nodded. "I do love the fact that he seems to hate Lyndon."

"Lyndon is competition to him," she smiled. "You should have heard them going off when I was helping the Nephalem! He asked if Lyndon bathed in his own piss!"

"What?!" Tyrael gaped before more laughter came forth. "Okay. The next time Lyndon and Gurzick go on an outing, I need to witness it."

"Could be done," she chuckled. "Make sure Lyndon is at your library with Gurzick."

"I will have to do that," he nodded.

"What is the plan now?" she asked.

"You and I are going to relax. After another hour, I need to get back to Sanctuary," he said and yawned. At her look, he groaned.

"After a few hours of sleep with me, we will go back," she corrected.

"Fine," he sighed, and rose from the tub with her. They were able to dry each other off, but it led to a touching match that ended up finishing off on the bed. Only after she was securely in his embrace did they finally succumb to sleep.