It was an hour later when Anaurael found herself alone again. Something did appear from Kulle's library that required Tyrael's direct attention. Izarius was there for her, but he knew she needed another form of comfort that he couldn't provide. I can't get Itherael. That would only endanger things. I want to get her parents, but her mother was suffering through her first pregnancy month as much as her daughter was. Ilerael had his hands full.

"Hush, sister," Izarius whispered. Then he had an idea. "Maybe we could play a game?"

"What sort of game?" she asked.

"Well," he mused. "Greed left a lot of treasures here. Why don't you close your eyes, and I'll put something in your hands for you to guess what it is. Will that work?"

"Oh! Yes. We can do that!" she nodded. He had her in his lap, and he moved her gently to a chair. At the gesture to close her eyes, she giggled and did just that. He glanced through the chests and pulled out an intricate necklace. Setting it in her hands, she thought to herself and examined it by touch.

"Don't say anything, Malthael!" Izarius warned, when he appeared. "It's a game we are playing. She is trying to find out what she is holding by touch alone."

"Ah. I will not interfere," Malthael nodded with a quiet chuckle. Now that she was given mental games to play, he actually felt the need to help her. Appearing in her mind, he saw what she was holding, as she tried to guess. At another quiet chuckle, she smiled on recognizing his tone.

"You aren't going to spoil it for me?" she asked.

"No. This is good for you," he nodded. Then he moved to kneel behind her on the mossy rock she sat on. She leaned back into his chest, and he chuckled. She still kept her eyes closed, and she felt his gloved hands start to move over her shoulders.

"Do you think you could give me some hints?" she mused.

"Hmm..." he thought. "It's jewelry."

"Is it? Ah...oh! It has to be a necklace from how long it is," she thought and ran her hand over chain. "and it's looped."

"Good guess," he whispered and moved his invisible mouth to kiss under her ear.

"What's this about?" she murmured when his mouth found hers.

"Tell me..." he said and took her hand. "what do you feel?"

"Let's see," she said. He placed her hand on his face. "Ahh. There's a nose. I feel...eyes? And...how odd! Hair? Huh! Not much, but I do feel it. Some, at least. It's a bit long in the back, and it's short up top. It seems to come down over your ears, so it may not be short at all. I actually...like feeling your hair..."

"Do you?"

"I do," she said, and her hand trailed back to his mouth. She heard him panting for a form of control. "Izarius is waiting for me to answer. Isn't he?"

"He can wait...a bit longer..." he growled and pushed past her hand to claim her mouth again. Ten minutes later, she was opening her eyes to see her brother patiently waiting.

"I told him not to interfere," Izarius chuckled softly and shook his head. At the blush she gave, he laughed and moved to her side to squeeze her. "Did you want to try again?"

"In time," she nodded. "Right now, I think I'm good. I actually want to do something else."

"What's that?" he asked.

"Can you walk the Halls with me?" she smiled. Malthael was quick to appear and nod his approval at this. She changed into a gown that was light enough to keep from heat, but was heavy enough in the cloth to keep from being sheer. Silver threading seemed to glitter from it, as she moved. The Horadric necklace at her throat seemed to reflect off any light that hit it. Her slippers made soft sounds, as she moved on the diamond and marble tiles. Azarius, Mithus, and Darius walked behind her. Izarius had her loop her arm in his while they walked. Malthael walked evenly behind them all.

"I know where we can go. The Silver Spire is one of the tallest places in the High Heavens," Izarius said. She beamed, and they headed there. Any angels they saw had given a nod of respect to her. Her mark flared out with approval when she smiled and waved back. It felt good for her to walk. Being cooped up in her room for so long truly did start to get to her.

After a while, she stopped at a particular part of the railing that showed a vast expansion of the Silver City. The view was breathtaking. Then, for some reason, she started to sing. There were no words, though. It had started out as a soft humming. Then the humming got louder and stronger. Izarius paused and stared at her in shock. A moment longer, and she was simply singing out loud notes of varying pitch. It sounded like a haunting, yet soothing melody that naturally moved with the wind. Her voice even held multiple, echoed tones when she did this. It was almost as though she was using various wave-lengths of the air around her to amplify herself instinctively.

"What is she...?" Malthael asked. He was captivated by what she was doing. It was almost an operatic level, but the song she did had a far more mystifying effect than true opera.

"She's singing..." Izarius breathed. "She doesn't need true words to do this, either. There was only one other time that she did this. But, she was overheard and ridiculed. Her voice was perfection, and the ones that heard it had teased her horribly. So, she never sang again after that. Soft humming was the most she could bring herself to do. I tried to encourage her to sing again, but she always felt embarrassed after what happened. And yet...she's singing now...and it's the exact same way as before."

Her other three brothers were in complete awe. Her singing seemed to echo and carry on the wind, as it moved through the spires and hallways. Imperius was training his troops when he heard it. He stopped dead in his movements and turned to where the sound was coming from. Even his troops stopped in pure shock and awe.

"Imperius?" Titharius asked with a touch of confusion.

"Who is that?" Imperius asked to no one in particular with a harsh whisper. He was simply speechless. The singing got even louder. It began to embolden any that heard it. Auriel had gasped from where she was in the Gardens and had turned to face where the sound was coming from. Itherael was even pulled from his research from Talus'ar. Inarius was brooding when he heard the mystical sound and had to catch his breath. Malthael had to get Tyrael. She was still singing when Tyrael had reappeared, and he was stunned. Izual had appeared shortly after at his side.

"What's going on?" he asked.

"Malthael told me...she's singing..." Tyrael whispered. El'druin even seemed to be glowing in sync to the tune she was giving out. When Imperius finally appeared, he could only watch her from where he was. He didn't want to disturb the singing at all. Auriel was next to show up with Itherael. They both looked at each other and back to the singer. The wind seemed to pull at Anaurael wildly, but she didn't move. It was her hair that moved for her. The perfect, straight strands flared out around her like a molten gold circle of wings that shimmered and glowed in tune with her mark. After her hair resettled, the singing began to get softer.

After another minute, the song finally died down to a close. Smiling, she turned and froze at the mass audience. At her look of panic, Imperius was the one that moved to her side to lift her into his arms. He recognized what it was that she was singing. He now had a lot of questions.

"Why didn't you tell me that you have a Song?!" he asked in a demanding way.

"What?!" she gaped.

"She did not know," Itherael said.

"Anaurael," Auriel said gently. "that was your Song. All of us in the Silver City heard it."

"I..." she blinked and started to shake.

"Why didn't she do this before?" Tyrael asked.

"She was teased by villagers," Izarius said. Imperius seemed to grumble at that. "She didn't do this anymore after that happened."

"Anaurael, calm yourself. You are not in trouble," Imperius said. She nodded and relaxed. Then he looked at Izarius. "Who were these mortal wretches that forced her to stop Singing?!"

"It's not important," Anaurael said softly.

"It is to me," he said and regarded her. "An angel's Song is as important as the air one breathes. You were deprived of being able to Sing. I know you were able to hum. As you put it. But, Singing like this is an act of joy. Of life. You were denied that. I see it as a direct offense. Tell me. How did they taunt you into stopping your Song?"

"Oh," she swallowed. "They said I was off-key. That my voice made their ears bleed, and that I should stop and never do it again."

"Find them. Now. When they are found, I want to know!" Imperius snapped. He truly did see it as a horrific offense. "What they did was sacrilege! All this time she could have been Singing! Izarius! Do you know what they looked like?!"

"I do remember," Izarius nodded. "I shall search now."

"Do not be away for long, brother," Anaurael said gently.

"But, before he goes," Malthael said. "can you Sing again?"

"I can," she nodded. Imperius moved to face the Silver City she was watching over before. They both seemed to blend together like a set of golden statues. Her molten gold hair was like a small cloak over his shoulder, as he held her upright. Her mark glowed in sync with his form from within the matching halo-circlet she wore to compliment his. Her topaz blue eyes gazed out over the Silver City with him silently. Then she started to hum. And she let it build.

When she started to Sing again, he let out his own Song to gently compliment hers. Itherael was watching with disbelief. The tones were matching. Where hers were high and light, Imperius's tones were deep with depth and volume. When their Song flowed on the wind, for just a moment, a golden aura glowed over all of the buildings and tall spires. Every part of the Silver City was touched. It was as though she was singing out the very Aspects that made up Anu and the vastness of Heaven. Imperius's powerful will of Valor added to the emboldening of the Song with a perfect harmonic balance.

"She truly is his missing Light," Auriel whispered.

"If any need proof, this is it," Tyrael nodded with a smile. All save Imperius and Anaurael turned when Inarius appeared. He had to find out who was Singing. On seeing who it was, he could only stare in silent, awestruck wonder. Izual glanced over silently to keep a careful watch on him.

"Do not disturb them," Itherael whispered.

"I was not planning to," Inarius said lightly. Malthael seemed to mutter his distaste, but it was done quietly to not draw attention to himself. When the duet finally managed to die off into silence, Imperius simply stood with Anaurael in his arms with silent reflection. Then they looked at each other and laughed softly together. He had her rest on his shoulder easily, as he turned to regard them all.

"Izarius. Find them. Now," Imperius ordered. Izarius nodded and teleported away. "As for the rest of you, other than Tyrael, disperse as needed, and see to the Angelic Host. Tyrael, I need to speak with you. Privately. Follow me."

"Of course," Tyrael nodded. Itherael chuckled and went back to his Library. Auriel easily went to check on the reactions of the Angelic Host. Inarius had questions, but he had to wait. When Imperius was like this, he knew how stubborn he could be. When he left, Izual nodded respectfully and left to follow him to keep tabs on him. Malthael didn't want to leave, but he knew he could still hear everything through Anaurael. Unlike the others, he couldn't hide from Imperius. He and Anaurael shared the same Light. It was possible for him to hide away in the same way he did in the bedroom, but it was risky with Imperius around. His aura might be seen. Imperius had marked him directly.

"Did you know of Anaurael's Song?" Imperius asked Tyrael, as they walked.

"No. I doubt that anyone knew that she had one. And, the two of you have the same Song," he pointed out. At that, Anaurael blushed softly.

"It's a given," Imperius nodded. "We share the same Light."

"I enjoyed Singing with you," she said softly.

"And I with you," he chuckled and squeezed her. "We shall do that more often."

"Like with flying?" she giggled.

"Yes," he nodded.

"I did find it interesting that all of the Silver City flashed gold. If for a moment," Tyrael commented. At this, they both looked at him. "Neither of you noticed?"

"No! I was focused on Singing!" she blinked.

"As was I. Did it really?" Imperius asked.

"It did," Tyrael said. "But, now I have to ask. Anaurael, what made you decide to Sing?"

"I'm not sure," she admitted. "I was just...feeling so happy! That something wanted to come out to show how much happiness I had. I don't really...remember anything after that, though..."

"You don't?" Imperius asked. At the shake of her head, he asked, "You remember how we Sang? Or do you not remember that?"

"I do. I suppose, when I Sing alone, it feels...one-sided. As though, yes, I'm happy, but it's not complete. I guess. It's the only thing I can think of," she shrugged.

"And, with me?" he asked. As her response, she moved in close to press a kiss to his mouth from within his helm. "You are mine. You know this."

"I do," she nodded.

"I love you," he muttered and kissed her.

"I love you," she murmured and kissed him back. "Do you need to train the troops again?"

"In time. Right now, I need to Sing again with you. But, not out here," he said.

"Oh. Tyrael had to leave from a discovery from that room," she said. Now he looked at Tyrael.

"Yes. We found his notes on how he started to make the Black Soulstone. Not completed, but they are scattered. We found the first few pages," Tyrael said.

"Where else would they be scattered?" he asked.

"We may need to go back to Caldeum. His archives were in the deserts there. The Nephalem can go there and help us search. It will need to be done to find the rest," Tyrael explained.

"Fine. See to it," Imperius nodded.

"You Sang beautifully, by the way," he said to Anaurael. At her soft blush, he added, "And, when Izarius finds the ones that forced you to stop, I want to help Imperius bring them to justice."

"Agreed," Imperius nodded. "You will be called for."

"We should get Greed to help. You know how much he adores those that slander me," she grinned. Imperius gave a side-long glance at Tyrael's chuckle.

"Very true! I'll fill him in," Tyrael grinned. When he teleported back to Sanctuary, Imperius moved her into his sanctum. Once it sealed up, and she was undressed, he pulled her close to his core.

"Sing with me," he whispered. She smiled and gladly did as he asked.