As Tyrael began to recruit the Nephalem and other heroes with the task of retrieving the broken angels, Gurzick was busy scouring everywhere in the Burning Hells with his goblin brothers. It was easy to bribe demons with sparkly coins and jewels for information. Even though many lied just to get the treasure he had, some lies lead to other demons that knew the truth.

Izual was easy to find. Greed's concern was Inarius. Then he thought that he could just take the prisoner right out from the area he was in. I stole a bed out from under a king! I could steal a renegade out from under Mephisto's throne. The trick was to keep the prisoner alive. As he mused over what he could do, Gurzick hopped over to the throne and frowned.

"My Greatness of Greats?" he asked.

"I am trying to think of how to keep the injured one alive. He is greatly wounded," Greed sighed.

"Oh! They have stuff! Good stuff! Don't they?" Gurzick asked. "They helped the Fallen One with it. When the girl was taken."

"Yes. We may need that. But, it would not be safe to bring here. It is...special stuff. The wounded one would need to be taken to them first. Also, it may not work right. But, we will have to see. Do we know where the injured one is?"

"We are still looking. He may have been moved," Gurzick sighed.

"Go look for me," Greed ordered. He would have done it, himself, but why? That's what minions were for. Gurzick nodded and teleported into Mephisto's throne room. The powerful demon was gone ever since his imprisonment in the Soulstone, and who knew where his soul was now. Caution was still needed. The place looked like it was empty, but even Mephisto still had loyal minions and champions, too. They always waited patiently for their long gone master to return.

He paused and heard some kind of bantering going on. Carefully following the sound, he found himself in a room that was nowhere near the throne room. It was down more towards the main prison. They had moved Inarius here, and two demons had come down to make sure he was still there. It was just his luck that a wandering patrol found Gurzick first to question him.

"What you do here?!" the massive guard brute said when Gurzick got kicked over.

"I bring sparklies!" Gurzick beamed and ignored the kick. He spilled out some coins and a couple rings to let the demon lunge at them. Now the other two demons in the distance spotted the sparkling coins and darted over to get their share. The Greed Goblin snickered and tossed more coins around to have them scrambling far off. Once the way was clear, and they had all clearly forgotten their visit, Gurzick made his way to the imprisoned angel.

Inarius was in a sad state. A massive spike was impaled straight through him, and it was jagged at the top to cause more damage, if he was removed. Lava even moved through it to force more pain to sear through him from the small lava pool below him to partially cook him alive. Other spikes were impaled in each limb as smaller offshoots from the larger one. His cloaked face was facing the floor to force him to breathe in searing heat from the lava pool. His armor looked like dull, tarnished silver from the lack of the Heavenly Light. The only Light that did come from him was the small rivets of liquid Light that fell from his wounds at a constant pace to sizzle down the spike they trailed on. His wings were faded white and nearly out, but not quite at that point. The armor they were attached to was almost ripped off, but still hinged on, if barely. They were making him suffer for all eternity. At least, that was what was supposed to happen.

Gurzick carefully moved up to the tormented angel and nudged an impaled hand. At no response, he moved to nudge at a spot where a spike impaled him along the armored elbow. That snapped him out of the focus he had built up for himself to deal with the constant pain.

"What?! What do you want from me now?! Go ahead! I've been dealing with your kind for so long that it's nothing anymore!" Inarius growled out in his usual fit of depravity from the shock of pain. His tone was weak and whispery, but he always proved that he could still fight.

"No," Gurzick said. "You live. Good."

"Go ahead and...what?" Inarius just barely caught on to what was being told to him.

"Soon. Others come. For you. Help you. No sound," Gurzick whispered.

"Who?" Inarius had to ask now.

"No say. You found. All good. Wait. As always. Okay?"

"I can't...go anywhere...anyways..." Inarius sighed and coughed weakly.

"It okay. Soon. All better," Gurzick muttered.

"But...how will you...get me away...?"

"Help," Gurzick giggled now and several more Greed Goblins appeared. He looked at his minion brothers and said, "Okay, I found him. He still lives. Of course, in a lot of pain. We will lead the others here to him. We must find the other now."

"Do one of us stay?" a lesser goblin asked.

"Yes. You stay. You said something," Gurzick snickered. "If others come that are meant to hurt, you toss sparklies at them to keep them away. No more hurt for this one."

"Why did you...find me...? Why help me? You're all...demons..." Inarius grimaced.

"I am Greed," Greed suddenly said from the crown. "As much as I despise you, I do commend you for allowing me to have new things to find. In return, I will give you a slight glimmer of hope. The High Heavens wants you back. As to how I am working with the ones there, well, it's a...delicate situation. So, listen up. Keep quiet. Say nothing. Your torment will soon be over."

"Heaven...wants me..." he gasped and trembled while cringing with pain from the spikes in his body. Every twitch he did caused more drops of liquid Light to fall from his wounds. If he moved too much, it would weaken him even further. He had to keep still. He gave a painful, ragged gasp for air and forced himself to calm down. It was important for him to keep from acting odd. It would also keep the pain down to bearable levels and control the bleeding. The Greed Goblins would make sure that he wouldn't be moved again, and a small coin was even tucked into a ruined part of the angel's armor. Now he would be tracked no matter what happened.

"We need to find one other that is broken. I will have minions hidden around you. As much as I want to try and take you from here, you will not live. I could try to take all of what torments you, though. But, I may need time. There is no time right now. Have a little more patience," Greed said calmly. Inarius could only nod slightly. As much as his mind was in turmoil, this glimmer of hope helped him keep focus. He was suffering for a whole millennia. Another day or two would not matter to him. He could even go a whole week. Time was lost to him where he was.

Now that Inarius was locked down, Greed had Gurzick hunt down Izual. The fallen angel had just been reborn in the Burning Hells. He was grumbling irritably to himself, as he trudged along. His wings were no longer the vibrant tendrils they should have been. They were the skeletal wings of an Oppressor. His feet were clawed talons. He looked very much like a demon than an angel now. He even wore golden armor that was elaborately done, but it was all for show.

A clawed hand seemed to rest on his head, as he tried to remember what he was doing before. Each time he died and got reborn, his mind shattered that much more. He had a powerful ice attack, and it showed through the veins in his skin from the bluish glow that pulsed through him, but it would only work when his mind was focused. He usually bore a club, too, but he had to get one again from losing it in his last battle. He would be better focused, but he had far too many things conflicting in his head. Since he was just reborn, his mind was off.

At the sight of a Greed Goblin in front of him sorting through a treasure bag, he snorted and charged at it. In his mind, he saw it as a weak thing. If he could kill it, then a part of his mind could come back to him. I may even get a new club out of it. It never really was the case, but it was a nice thought to him.

The goblin shrieked, tossed a few coins in retaliation at Izual's face, and darted off. The massive beast roared when one of the coins struck him in the eye, and he gave chase easily. Izual soon found himself stumbling over some cleverly placed lava rocks to force him to lose his footing. He fell flat on his muzzled, fanged face and groaned lightly, as he forced himself up. When he looked up, the Nephalem was standing there with a small army of angelic men and heroes. He was quickly subdued and bound.

"Release me!" Izual screamed.

"Shut up!" a Demon Hunter scowled and shoved a gag in his mouth to muffle him. Izual's limbs were bound down, and he was put on a stretcher. Then he was knocked out to keep his ice attacks from happening. That would make transporting him easier.

"We have a short window of time," a Monk said to the Nephalem. He was bald, but had a dark brown beard that was bound up neatly under his chin. A taught, rock hard body and elaborate armor from various monsters and demons he had killed completed his attire. "This one was easy. I think too easy."

"I killed him before. From what I was told before I got here, he just got reborn. He wasn't focused on fully attacking. This one was meant to be easy," the Nephalem smirked. "It's getting the other one that will be the challenge. We need to figure out where he is."

"Who are we looking for?" the female Wizard asked.

"Inarius. You could say that he is our ancestor," the Nephalem said. "He is the one that helped birth us with the demoness, Lilith. No, we are not looking for her. Just him."

"Why him?" the Demon Hunter asked.

"Because Anu wants him back. The being that created the High Heavens and the Angelic Host. The angels can't argue with it. The Angiris Council already talked about it. Tyrael charged us with bringing Inarius back to Heaven. Even he is not happy about this," the powerful champion shrugged.

"We are going after Inarius?!" a mortal angelic man grimaced. He may have never known Inarius, but his angelic heritage let him know everything he needed to know. It was the same with the other mortal angels.

"Yes. We are. If you don't like it, take it up with Tyrael," the Nephalem snorted. When Gurzick hopped over and waved, the champion was quick to step in front of him to show that this Greed Goblin was not available to be attacked.

"Found! Come!" Gurzick said. "Um...careful."

"He's guarded?" the champion asked.

"Yes," Gurzick nodded. "Weak."

"He would be," Sithus muttered. "Should stay that way."

"Shut up. We are working on Tyrael's behalf. And the High Heavens. We need to do this. If we're lucky, we'll get out of this alive," Ikarius growled. He was hoping for one of the females to find him worthy, should any come down. He had to prove his bravery.

"Where do we put him?" Tytherius asked when he gestured to Izual's bound, comatose form.

"We'll take him back to Pandemonium. There will be other angels waiting nearby. That was the deal," the Nephalem nodded. The massive, male Barbarian there hefted his giant, double-bladed axe to show that he was ready to carve a path. Armor and animal hides covered his massive bulk, as he moved. A shaggy beard of brown that was slowly turning grey completely obscured his face and neck. His hair was in small braids, but it was in a sense of tribal ways. He spat on the ground and charged forward to show he was going to show no mercy to any demon that attacked him.

The Witch Doctors that had joined the others were back in New Tristram in a heavy discussion with Tyrael. They were going over the plants. Many of them were recognized and easy to harvest. At the report that Izual was contained, Tyrael would only nod. He was forcing himself to wait until Inarius was also removed from the Burning Hells. He couldn't risk going to either there or Pandemonium.

In the Burning Hells, the group was forced to split up into smaller parties. The Greed Goblins were able to draw out maps for them to follow. They even left small gold piles in mock chases to show where they had to go to meet up with the others. Of course, to keep to the act, they did run into any waiting demons. And any demons that were met were quickly slaughtered. As the rescue of Inarius was taking effect, Anaurael was waiting patiently in the High Heavens. Imperius forbade her from trying to watch from the viewing pools. He didn't know how even glancing at the Burning Hells would affect her. He wasn't taking any chances.

"I just received word that Izual was found and caught," Izarius said when he walked over to them in the inner sanctum. "Did you want her to work with him now?"

"No. Lock him down in a chamber here. We need to wait for Inarius," Imperius nodded. Anaurael was being cradled securely in his arms to keep her calm. She was sitting upright in his lap, though. She wanted to know what was going on.

"Greed was able to let me see what Inarius was like from the mirror he lent me. I don't know if he can be moved," Izarius seemed to shudder. "We would have to take everything they used on him with him. His torture is that severe."

"She can't be around such a thing," Imperius muttered.

"He cannot be removed?" she frowned.

"If we try...it may kill him. The impaling they did to him was done to all of his limbs. He barely has his wings attached. It's really bad," Izarius said. She began to fret a little, but then she looked at her rings. She thought, as she looked at Rugar's Huge Stone.

"Imperius, can I lend this ring? To Inarius? It could heal him just enough," she said and showed off the vibrant blue stone.

"No. That is considered my ring to you. It is on you to protect you. There is not much else that can be done for him. Let them attempt to try and bring him here. In whatever state they can," Imperius said sternly. At that, she stood up out of his lap and looked at her brother.

"Take me to him, then. When he is found and the area is clear," she said. Izarius was ready to decline her, but he never got the chance from how fast her answer was going to be opposed.

"No!" Imperius said and stood up from his throne.

"This is Anu's decision!" she said and looked at him. Her mark flared out from her circlet at this. "He needs to be alive! It matters not on what you think! If my ring...our ring...can save him just enough, then it should be used. Even if he passes on here after I see him...he needs to be here."

"Anaurael..." Imperius looked at her with a sense of complete shock. Then she gaped at what she did and shivered. I fought against his decision. I never did that before.

"I'm sorry...!" she cringed and trembled. "I don't know...what came over me..."

"Come to me," he said softly. She ran to him to close the short gap between them, and he let her cling to him in his arms. He lifted her up and rocked her tightly against him. She was threatening to burst into tears. He knew she didn't mean to go against his order, and he knew why she did. "I know it was Anu's decision. But, even you said that the ring you wear is special. It is a ring that I placed on your finger. My act of trust with you. Is it not?"

"It is..." she sighed and shivered. He traced a finger under her jaw to gently tilt her head up to his in a rather loving gesture to have her gaze at him.

"I am sure that Greed has another ring that can help," he said in his soothing tone. "I know why you objected to me. It is Anu's decision. You were defending it. Yes, Inarius will be brought here. You have an excellent idea on jewelry that gives regenerative properties. Let Greed provide that to him. There is no need for you to risk something that symbolizes our love for each other."

"Okay," she shivered and let him continue to rock her. He ran his hand through her hair now to further calm her down.

"Izarius, report to Greed for me," Imperius said.

"Of course," Izarius nodded and took out the mirror to talk into it. At the idea of healing jewelry, Greed was already going over what he could give over to lend out. A couple rings were selected, and the Greed Goblins there were able to deliver them. When Inarius jolted out of his mild meditation at the feel of his hands getting tampered with, he forced himself to relax.

"Rings!" Gurzick said. "Others come. Now. On way."

"Rings?" Inarius asked with confusion. Then he felt a warm flow of life move through him to dull the pain. The rings clearly were helping him heal now. When he heard something familiar trudging down the hall to his cell, he tensed and coughed at the pain from even doing that. "Something...comes now. I know...this one. One of the...ah...torturers..."

"Hmm..." Gurzick mused and teleported in front of the path of the massive behemoth of a demon that was coming to check on the prisoner. It was one of the Colossal Golgors that approached. All of them were male demons, as most of the female demons were succubi. In each hand, he carried a heavy, massive spiked mace that he used with complete precision. He was planning on beating Inarius's body down a bit more on the spike that impaled him. Every now and then, the tormented angel's intense breathing forced him up on the spike in a natural way to try and remove himself of it. This Colossal Golgor's job was to beat him back down on it. He enjoyed his job thoroughly.

The hulking demon stood taller than a Barbarian, and he only had a loincloth on to cover the crack of his rear and front. His massive belly hung over the belt, as he moved his heavily tattooed flesh towards the cell. He also had on a helmet, but it only covered part of his face, neck, and the sides of his skull. His forehead and back of his head were exposed. Gurzick was completely ignored, as he trudged past. That made the Greed Goblin grin with a mischievous gleam in his eyes.

He took out a coin to flick neatly at the back of the demon's skull just above the helmet with accurate precision. That made a complete response. At the sudden turn and howl of rage, Gurzick flipped off the demon, stuck out a tongue, and laughed wickedly as a new chase began. Another coin was expertly flicked to bounce off the large forehead to piss off the demon even more. As much as the demon enjoyed his job, Gurzick obviously enjoyed his job even more.

He had timed his chase just right for the Nephalem to appear with the rejoined groups. The fat demon had no chance. Once his belly was ripped open and his flailing limbs went lifeless, Gurzick was quick to show them all where Inarius was. The Nephalem walked over to the suffering angel and carefully went down on a knee to let the angel see who his savior was.

"Do not worry. You will be free of this place. I don't think we can remove you, though. We may have to chip away at what binds you. If we try, you'll be ripped apart. I think that was the whole idea," the Nephalem said with a heavy sigh. "How much more pain can you endure?"

"I endured...for a millennia..." Inarius whispered. "I can endure...much..."

"You may have to," the Barbarian said. "I can cleave some of this stone down."

"I can punch off some of the top to lose some weight," the Monk nodded. "Maybe even remove what binds him down from the top."

"Once he's free, I could help teleport him out," the Wizard said. "That is easy enough for me."

"The rings I gave him should be enough to keep him whole. Just be wary," Greed said from Gurzick's crown. "We need to act swiftly. My minions are reporting a mass of others coming here. An alarm has sounded. They do not wish to lose their prize. I can make it look like I found him and took him away for myself. They can try and find me. They have tried before. I find their weapons all the time, anyways. Finding one of the biggest secrets in the Burning Hells to keep for myself is something I will gladly gloat on. Even if I don't have it. It would be fun."

"Then what are we waiting for?" Lyndon grinned. He had managed to weasel his way in, despite the fact that it was to the Burning Hells.

"Well, I'm waiting for you to fall into a puddle of lava, but I doubt it would improve the smell. Or your looks," Greed said gleefully. Small chuckles were given all around, but the Nephalem was already helping the others in trying to carefully break off parts of the spike that was impaling Inarius. The pain was intense, but the angel endured it. He was getting rescued at long last. His pain would soon be over with only one of two outcomes.