It was three hours later that Malthael would get his chance to talk to her. Imperius had set her sleeping form in her bed before leaving to check on the training angels in his Halls. Malthael was able to appear in her mind to see her sitting alone by the jungle waterfall. She was wearing a light blue dress that seemed to flow around her as she moved, and she smiled at him when he knelt at her side. Letting her lean into him, he sighed with a contentment that only she could give him.
"Imperius sent down twenty warriors to help with the cottage," she said softly. "He really wants the place rebuilt. I think he misses the place, too."
"It was where you grew up. He had watched you from there your entire life. I am a touch surprised," Malthael admitted. "He would not care for any of the places on Sanctuary, if it were not for you. It is...very different of him."
"I know," she nodded. "Oh. You said you wanted to speak with me?"
"I did..." he said and rested his invisible cheek against her shoulder. His arms came around her, and he lifted her off the rock to rest in his lap on the ground. "Not just yet, though."
"I can hear how upset you are," she frowned and ran her hand over his other cheek and into his hair. "Why is this? Can you tell me?"
"Because..." he whispered. "I have felt...incomplete...for so long..."
"And you still feel this way?"
"No. Not when I am with you."
"I remember something," she swallowed and licked her lips. "from your sanctum. From what I can remember, that is. I recall your chair. Even the walls. When I woke up. Um...there were gems there? In various areas, I think..."
"Ah. How observant you are!" he chuckled and squeezed her to make her blush. "Yes. The gems actually represented how many followers were within the Pools of Wisdom. As more appear, the gems will slowly return. All of the gemstone colors range from white to dark blue with depths of purple to keep to the chamber colors. You could say that it was...how I kept track of who was there. Other places do not have this. That I know of, at least. It was rare for inner sanctums to be visited."
"I seem to be visiting all of them," she laughed. "Well, I have yet to see Itherael's sanctum."
"I am sure he could show you, if you asked," Malthael shrugged. He knew she saw it before, but the memory was removed. At the feel of her hands moving into his hood to caress his face and hair, he gasped and kissed her in her a branding way.
"You should tell me...what you wanted to talk about..." she whispered, as he positioned her squarely in his lap. "You really should..."
"And I will...after..." he muttered and kissed her again. It was thirty minutes later when he came back around. He found himself on his back with her lying neatly over his form.
"I always find myself on top now. Don't I?" she grinned softly.
"Quiet..." he chuckled. At her curious gaze, he sighed. "Fine. I'll talk."
"Good," she nodded. He didn't bother to move, though. Instead, he kept an arm around her, as he thought silently on how to start it.
"I should have stolen you away. When I first saw you."
"Imperius would have charged after you."
"I wouldn't have cared."
"No matter the risks?"
"No. I could try something...daring..."
"What do you mean?"
"Steal you away in your mind. Your body will be safe. But...I'm just curious as to what would have happened," he mused. "Not now."
"I wouldn't attempt it," she muttered.
"I know it would be dangerous with your pregnancy. It is why I said not now."
"And I wouldn't try it, regardless of the situation," she said and sat up on him. His hands moved to hold her there, and she frowned down at him. "Besides, how would you attempt it?"
"Your mind is easy to work with," he said and lightly groped her. "I can make various areas appear for us. There are no qualms with it that way."
"Is that so?" she frowned. "I would not like you very much, if you did try something."
"You would have no say so," he seemed to smirk in his tone. At the mild glare she gave him, he sat up and rocked her. "I could never hurt you, anyways."
"Well, it would hurt me," she shivered. That had him pause. He kissed her cheek and hugged her. He decided to drop the topic. Such a thing would not do for her stress over it. In time, he knew he would want to do it. Now was not the time.
"I shall not bring up such a thing again," he said lightly.
"Okay," she nodded. She winced slightly, and he fully sat up to check on her.
"Hmm. My developing body is requesting nourishment. You must wake," he urged. "I shall also fetch Tyrael. He had problems resting. I just...wanted to speak with you first."
"It's all right," she smiled and kissed him gently, as she woke up. She coughed and found Izarius next to her to ease her up. He ran a hand up her back to soothe her a bit. "Malthael said my baby is hungry and needs me to eat. And Tyrael needs to rest with me, too."
"I'm sure Malthael will get him for you," Izarius nodded. Darius was quick with Mithus to set up a small meal for her. Azarius had some water set for her, and she winced when she had to move.
"My lower back...ugh..." she sighed. Izarius had her sit in his lap, and he gently massaged the base of her spine. She gasped and clung to him with a form of relief. This concerned him.
"We may have to ask your mother for advice," he sighed. When her body began to overheat, he quickly removed the gown she wore and had Darius start to fan her.
"You shouldn't do that..." she shivered.
"Hush, sister," he whispered and rocked her gently. "Everything is fine now. Do I need to use the rocking chair with you?"
"Don't tease me like that!" she scowled lightly, and he laughed at her. She shook her head at him, and he made sure she was properly cooled down before having her place a lighter gown of nearly-sheer gold silk on. The gowns Greed had been finding for her were made with ties on the sides to make room for her growing belly. She was able to eat with no issues after that, and Tyrael had appeared take over what Izarius was doing. When she saw how exhausted he was, she was shocked.
"I know," Tyrael sighed. "I have so much to do now..."
"No excuses!" she muttered. "Did you eat yet?"
"No..." he seemed to mope. She had him move into another chair to get served up something. Shaking her head at him, he seemed to shrug.
"Izarius, help him with his armors, please. He may as well have them cleaned, too," she said.
"I can do that," Izarius nodded. A chaste kiss was pressed to his lips, and he moved to assist Tyrael. A light pants and tunic was given to him to dress in for sleeping. Right after they finished eating, he was able to recline in the bed with her.
"I do like this," she smiled and seemed to play with the small ties at the top of the tunic.
"It feels strange not having my armor on," he muttered with exhaustion.
"But, is it better?" she chuckled and felt him rest a hand on her belly.
"It depends," he managed to say before yawning. At the feel of her hand moving to rest against his chest, he was soon sleeping deeply. His angelic form appeared shortly after and moved to sit in a chair to face her. "I am sorry."
"About what?" she frowned.
"I haven't been taking care of my mortal form very well lately," he sighed. "There's simply so much to do now, and I almost feel that I am not doing enough!"
"Is that so?" she asked and lightly caressed his body's sleeping cheek. She had learned that she could touch him like this, and he could feel it as his angelic self. "What is really troubling you?"
"I'm not sure if I will make a good father figure," he finally admitted.
"You will do fine," she smiled warmly. "I know this."
He had his body move a hand over her to hold her tight. He still had one hand pressed to her belly in act of protective claim. His angelic self gave out a sigh and muttered, "I am glad that I do not dream anymore. I could never understand why it had to be."
"You did not like your dreams?" she asked and traced down his body's sleeping chest.
"I did not understand them," he said. "Most were twisted. Dark. Others were bright, but strange. Then there were the ones that I dreamt of being in the Burning Hells, or back in the High Heavens. Most were fine, but...then I experienced my first nightmare."
"I can only imagine what it could have been like," she frowned and pressed into his body's form.
"Trust me. It is something I do not want to describe," he agreed.
"I do recall having one nightmare. It was so horrific that I woke up screaming," she frowned. "Imperius does not know of this yet. A part of me is too afraid to tell him."
"What?" Tyrael asked with complete concern. Now Izarius looked over with shock with the rest of her brothers. Then he remembered.
"Wait. I know what it was about," Izarius said. "I remember that night."
"Do you?" she asked.
"Yes. But, you never told me what the dream was about," he said. At the hard shiver she gave, it was inevitable for Imperius to feel it.
"Tyrael, have your mortal form release her. I need to calm her," he ordered. Tyrael nodded and let his body relax the grip on her. Imperius was able to pull her from the bed to cradle her. He pressed a thumb to her mark and seemed to stare at her in shock. "When did that happen?!"
"It was a dream...from my youth..." she winced. "During the week you were gone..."
"And you had to dream of..." he actually seemed to shiver.
"Imperius?" Izarius asked.
"How badly did she wake from this?" Imperius asked now.
"She was screaming," he sighed. She clung to Imperius now, and he finally had to sit in the rocking chair to console her. He was just glad that it was strong enough to bear his weight. At how everyone was looking at them, he knew he had to tell them what the dream was about.
"She dreamt...that I rejected her..." Imperius said in a tone that showed a very rare form of complete distress. Izarius went completely still. Tyrael was at a loss for words. "It was a dream. That's all it was. I never left you like that again. I told you why it happened. That I was culling a demon invasion, and that Auriel and Itherael made me vow not to do it again. That they refused to let me leave the High Heavens until I appeased their worries. I came straight to you right after."
"Yes..." she sighed, and he rested a large hand on her belly. As he focused on her, he paused. Then he seemed to gaze down at her belly with shock. "Imperius? What's wrong?"
"This offspring...I can sense a part of me within it! What is the meaning of this?!" he asked with amazement. "I do not understand this at all."
"Did you attempt to be with her as my mortal body does?" Tyrael asked.
"I...experimented," he said with a small grumble. "Do you think that that is how it happened?"
"It would be the only way," Tyrael nodded. "But, I can see it like this. If Malthael misbehaves, you and I can both discipline him and not feel bad about it."
"I resent that!" Malthael growled when he appeared.
"It would be deserved," Imperius mused. "But...Anaurael? Did you know?"
"I...no! I did not!" she blinked. "So...Malthael would be both...yours and Tyrael's?! I mean...the power of this offspring..."
"You knew this!" Imperius seemed to snarl at Malthael.
"I knew of Tyrael. I did not know of yours until it happened," he muttered.
"And you didn't tell me?!" Imperius asked.
"How could I have told you?" Malthael shrugged. "And, how could I say something, if Anu told me to keep silent? Anu has been forcing his will upon much now. His champion is in the making."
"I know this. But, you keep such things from me! Why?!" he demanded.
"Because, Anu told you to stop questioning things and to accept it," Malthael said evenly. When Imperius scowled, Malthael continued, "You keep letting your arrogance get in the way of your true judgment. Such a thing has never changed. It was why I was leader until I was called away by my fascination with human souls. Yes, you are leader now, but even I still remember the faults you carry. And you still carry them to this very hour."
"Stop it..." Anaurael whispered. "Please! I don't like this arguing!"
"Hush," Imperius whispered and lifted her up in his arms to carry her into his sanctum. Malthael watched him leave with her with a shake of his head.
"I bet he's thinking of how much he would love to kick you out of her mind," Tyrael muttered.
"I am sure he is. But, he cannot. Anu will forbid it. He seems to have slipped when her womb began to grow. Have you noticed this, too? Even she struggles to calm him now," Malthael said.
"I have noticed it," Izarius nodded.
"We all have," Azarius said. "It does worry us."
As they wondered what to do to pass the time, Imperius was struggling to regain himself. The moment she slipped out of the gown she wore, he became his core self to hug her tightly. At how badly he trembled, she ran a soothing hand over his cheek. "What ails you, love? Tell me. Let me in."
"Just the thought...of knowing you dreamt that...I..." he was still trembling.
"Imperius..." she frowned. Then she recognized what was happening. "I know it was not real."
"But...I wasn't there for you for so long..."
"For ten years of my life, you watched me from afar."
"I worried you."
"And I worry you every time I am apart from you."
"I still leave you at times."
"It is your duty. You have troops to train. The Angelic Host needs your leadership."
"And you do not need me more?" he asked and regarded her silently.
"You do not have to be afraid for me," she finally whispered and kissed him intensely. They reconciled each other rather quickly after that. As she rested in his arms a bit later, she said, "Yes, the dream I had was nasty. It scared me. It gave me doubts. But, when you came back to me, all of those doubts fled. When you told me why you left, it made me see that you were protecting me. All I have to think is that you are protecting me when you leave me. It eases the burden."
"That is how you cope?"
"Yes. So, when you leave to see to the Host, just think that you are doing this to protect me. By training others to learn how to keep me safe," she smiled. As he gazed at her in silent wonder, she caressed his cheek again and let him hold her. He finally began to feel a form of peace with everything again. "You are my life, Imperius. As we always tell each other..."
"Neither of us can be broken apart," he muttered and pressed his face into her neck. "I am surprised about this offspring, though."
"As am I. It just means that I am going to be giving you one. Aside from the one in my soul," she smiled and laughed with him. He placed his hand over her belly and paused. Even she had gasped.
"Did it...move?!" he asked with surprise.
"I think so! Just a flutter, but..." she trembled, but it was with a form of joy. "Your son just moved for you, Imperius. He moved for you!"
"Will he move again?" he asked with a touch of curiosity.
"I don't know. I know when he grows more he will," she said. As she watched him, she noticed that he was studying her belly in a completely new light. He was now an expecting father. He was enjoying the sensations. They were new to him. At the feel of another fluttery movement, he looked at her with surprise. "Yes. He moved again."
"I am going to be keeping you at my side just to feel him move," he sighed and chuckled. "These feelings I am getting now are...very strange."
"They are normal," she said warmly. "You are now a first time father. You are experiencing the joy of knowing that I am bearing you a son. Could you imagine a daughter?"
"With you...I know I can..." he said and kissed her lovingly. "I do fear I may be far more protective of you now. Is that normal?"
"With you, it is always normal," she teased lightly. He just sighed and nodded his head with mild agreement. Holding her close now, he finally felt calm. "Should we tell the others?"
"I think we can," he nodded. At this decision, he landed on the ground in his armor and helped her dress. Bringing her back down to her room, he regarded the others there. They hadn't left. "Tyrael. Our son is moving. Small flutters."
"What?!" Tyrael said. His angelic form dissipated when his mortal body woke. "How much?!"
"It is very slight right now, but he did start to move. You really have to focus to feel it," she giggled when he pressed a hand to her belly. When he finally did feel the flutter, a sense of elation hit him. He was feeling the first time father effects as Imperius was.
"My son is moving..." he sighed.
"Our son," Imperius corrected. "He is a part of both of us. We may as well refer to him as such."
"True," Tyrael nodded. "Her parents will need to know."
"I can tell them," Izarius said. She had him feel the small flutters first before leaving. Malthael had his arms crossed over his chest, as he focused on her. He was a bit pleased with himself. I am able to will my body to move within her. He knew that he would have more control when the mind developed more, but this proved that he was going to be truly locked into this new form. My time of freedom was now on a timer. I may be like Tyrael. He wasn't sure if he would be able to be like this in the early years, though. As the body grew and matured, he knew it would be inevitable to become fully locked in.
"I need to rest more," Tyrael sighed. "But, I had to check this out for myself."
"That is understandable," Imperius nodded. "I need to see to the training halls. You will be well without me? I plan to be gone for only a short while."
"I should be well enough," she smiled. He pulled her close in a gentle way to press a kiss to her mouth before heading out.
"At least he sounds better," Tyrael chuckled and lay back in the bed. She was able to move and snuggle into his warm chest while he put his arms around her.
"I think...him knowing that I will be bearing him a son, too, helped with that," she yawned.
"You may be correct," Malthael mused. After they fell asleep, Tyrael came back to talk to Izarius. The angel was about to go to Sanctuary, but he was stopped quickly.
"At some point soon, I will need both you and Izual to go to the Horadric library. We finally have a few batches of that potion done. We just need that final ingredient," Tyrael said.
"Oh! Yes, I can see about doing that. I'll let Izual know, too. I would suggest we make one very strong batch to store here in Heaven for her. Can we do this?"
"I believe that will work. Yes. Let's do that," he agreed.
"Hmm..." Malthael thought and vanished away. He appeared next to Ilerael. The mortal angel was working hard on some new set laws for the town. Malthael was quickly regarded and nodded to.
"I'm trying to set down some tax laws that are decent. Everyone argues with me over this!" he grumbled and set the papers aside. "Anyways, how can I help you?"
"Anaurael's offspring finally moves. It calmed Imperius. Finally," Malthael snorted.
"Good to know," he nodded. "Lilaurael hasn't noticed any movement from hers yet."
"How is the reconstruction of the old dwelling?"
"It's done! Those angels work fast," he chuckled.
"Really?" Malthael seemed amused. "Can you show it to me? I am unable to go very far, unless there is another there from Anaurael's mind."
"Sure! I have a couple guards here that watch the place. I need to check on a few things there, too. Lilaurael!" he said when he called for her.
"Yes? Oh! Hello, Malthael," she smiled. She was in a maternity gown of her own that was a deep red coloring with gold threading.
"Greetings," Malthael nodded.
"He wants to see the cottage. I need to check on it, too, so I'm heading there. Did you want to come with us?" he asked and pressed a kiss to her forehead.
"I think I'm going to stay behind," she smiled. "I feel a touch exhausted right now."
"Of course. Keep an eye on her and retrieve me if it gets to be too much, please," Ilerael said to one of the invisible angelic warriors.
"It shall be done," the warrior agreed.
"I love you. Rest easy," he smiled.
"I love you, too," she sighed and went to go rest in the bed. Loremy and Durlin were training with several angels in the art of sword fighting in the small private training ground that was made in the backyard of the house. Durlin had already made leaps and bounds in his attitude just from the positive attention he was receiving. His noble lineage was looked into, and it was shown that his ancestors were masters at swordplay. At how he was picking up the knowledge, it was proving to be true. Even Izual was impressed and began to train the boy when he could to see what could be gained.
"Izual," Malthael said when he saw the angel appear for the boy. "Do not train yet. You are needed for the Horadrim. A healing salve needs to be made potent."
"Was a specialized one to be made for Anaurael?" he asked.
"Yes. Tyrael had agreed to that," Malthael nodded.
"Good. Maybe I'll add to it with Izarius. Do you think that would increase the potency?" Izual asked out of curiosity. That had Ilerael blink with wonder.
"That is unknown, but we can look into it," he said. "We can make a small test batch."
"I shall inform Tyrael now," Izual nodded and vanished away.
"I am so glad that he has his mind back," Ilerael laughed softly.
"He is needed. As for Inarius..." Malthael growled.
"He's trying. I still have no idea how he plans to confront Lilith."
"I refuse to allow him that privilege for as long as he is in the High Heavens. That will not be tolerable by any," Malthael said, as they walked out of the small mansion.
"With the way Anaurael is with her pregnancy, there would be no way," Ilerael nodded. "Imperius would, as the humans say, have a basket of kittens."
"A basket of what?" Malthael asked.
"It's a human reference to having a massive temper tantrum. And I have witnessed quite a few of his tantrums and rages," Ilerael smirked. Malthael could only agree.
"He has been having them of late. Feeling his son may have helped," Malthael said.
"His son? I thought it was Tyrael's son?" he frowned. "Or do you mean the one in her soul?"
"Ah. You do not know," Malthael chuckled. "Imperius and Tyrael are both the sires of my new forming body. I am quite pleased."
"Wait, what?!" Ilerael gaped. It looked like he was talking to the air, but many townsfolk bore witness to the angels appearing when Anaurael Sang at the fountain. "What do you mean?!"
"I shall explain as we walk," he said and gestured for him to keep moving. When everything was fully explained, Ilerael was stunned.
"I knew my daughter had an important destiny. It was only obvious with how Imperius took such a liking to her. Now she's bearing Anu's champion. A body for you. And a new prophecy to be dealt with," Ilerael muttered over his breath.
"Yes. That much I do know," he nodded. "I was there when that was discovered."
"I mean...it's staggering."
"Is it?"
"Yes, it is. I can honestly tell you that, if Lilaurael said that she didn't want to join me here...I likely wouldn't have gone through with everything," Ilerael sighed. When Malthael looked at him, he said, "Think on this. You would have been completely killed off. Imperius would have still lost a part of his Light, or still waiting for it to come back to him. Anu wouldn't be getting his champion. Tyrael and Imperius would still be at each other's throats. Izual would have still been lost to us. Inarius...well, we both know about him. There's just...a lot that has happened because of Anaurael."
"Very true," Malthael nodded. "I would have been lost. I am still amazed...that I let myself touch her mark when I did. I was actually planning to steal her away."
"What?" Ilerael stopped walking at the base of the hill. "When was this?!"
"When I first saw her," Malthael seemed to shrug. "She appealed to me. I would have gladly taken her from here. I did not know what my touch did, though. Letting my form get touched with the souls of the dead here...it altered me."
"Do you know what would have happened if you took her?!" he growled.
"Imperius would have had...kittens," Malthael responded with a slight chuckle. That actually got Ilerael to crack a grin and laugh. "Yes. I am aware of what it would have done. I am also aware of what my followers would have done."
"But...how would you have kept her alive? Fed her? Any of that?"
"It was a hasty decision. And, she was gone when I came back. It is not important now."
"Do you plan to do anything like this now?"
"No. It would endanger her pregnancy," he said and looked at the cottage when they finally approached it. There was something in the back of Ilerael's mind that told him that Malthael did tell the truth. And, yet, there was another thought that it may still be tried in another way. It left him feeling disgruntled and very disturbed.
"Well, this is the place," Ilerael said and opened the door for him. The small pool was in front of the cottage again with the same stone bench. The garden was replaced with a flower garden, though. Everything else was a near-exact replica. Malthael was actually pleased with the small, homey place.
"Where was her room?" he asked. Ilerael led him into the side room to show him. "This place is...very small..."
"It was all she needed at the time," Ilerael shrugged.
"So, I see," he muttered. "I could make this a place of retreat for my body. If there are resting periods between various things."
"That you could," Ilerael agreed. "There should be no problem with that. However, there is a hidden cache being made underneath. There are two trick doors being made. One under the main room rug, and another in the main bedroom under the bed. The true way to get into the cache is right under the back porch. It leads to a new cellar, and the new cellar has the true passage. The false ones just lead to basic storage. Of course, it is to deter thieves."
"I can understand that. They should be tested, but only after this place is suitable," Malthael mused. Ilerael could only chuckle and agree. "Hmm. What is that sound?"
"What sound?" he asked and moved outside the small cottage. What he saw had him frown rather heavily. "What is Willis doing here?"
"Who?" Malthael asked.
"The one that insulted Imperius and Anaurael in the past," he muttered. Malthael tilted his head and vanished. Izarius was quick to appear. Then Imperael appeared to cross his arms over his chest. "I understand Izarius, but you, too?"
"This is my sister's old home. Imperius holds it in high regards. So, I do, too," the massive angel snorted. "I want to see this one, anyways."
"Well, it was nice knowing him," Ilerael sighed. Izarius chuckled and watched Willis walk up.
"My sister is not here. What do you want? And, you have left your post in the Horadrim," Izarius said calmly. At Imperael's intense, invisible glare, Willis felt all of the color leave his hooded face. This angel was new to him.
"Answer him. Or answer to me, mortal," Imperael warned in a menacing tone.
"I just wanted to know if I could talk to Ana," Willis finally said.
"No," Ilerael said with a shake of his head. "She's finally showing her pregnancy to Tyrael. Imperius forbids her to be here. Her pregnancy is at risk the more she is here on Sanctuary. It can only fully thrive in the safety of Heaven. As it is, right now, she is the main priority of the High Heavens. Wherever she goes, the Angelic Host follows. If you make her upset, you will answer to more than just me and the ones here. I don't think you want that."
"Um..." Willis seemed to pale.
"And, if Tyrael finds out you left your post to seek his wife, he will not be pleased," Izarius said. When Tyrael appeared in his angelic self to be invisible to Willis, his discontent was clearly felt.
"Izual is contacting Lorath for me. He will be called for shortly," Tyrael growled. "If he does not answer the call to return to his post to assist in repairs and rebuilding, he will lose his spot in the Horadrim and labeled as a traitor. Tell him this."
"You are to be called for soon," Ilerael said with a sigh and a shrug. "If you ignore the call, I have every right to kill you. I would suggest you head back."
Willis seemed to pale even more. Two invisible angelic warriors appeared behind him to silently follow him back. If he tried anything, they would stop him. Tyrael only grumbled and said, "Why did we give him the ability to join the Horadrim again? Other than his repairing abilities?"
"You were the one that agreed to see what he could do," Ilerael shrugged at him. Malthael seemed to smirk, but he kept watching the figure vanish down the hill. Then Willis suddenly bolted. Malthael hissed at this and vanished away to appear at Lilaurael's bedside. He called for Izarius in a mental way to have him appear.
"Have Ilerael get here. Just in case!" Malthael ordered. "I saw that disgusting filth run off and out of sight. This was the only place I can see him run to!"
"He wouldn't dare!" Izarius said with shock. He gave the mental call to his brothers. Darius optioned to stay in Heaven to assist with Anaurael. Mithus and Azarius appeared to help guard the room. Imperael appeared shortly after with Ilerael. Lilaurael was awoken and told what was happening. Tyrael appeared shortly after.
"What has gotten into him?" Lilaurael frowned.
"I don't know. He's been trying to be with our daughter ever since he saw her. He always got his way in the past. I'm starting to think that he hates the thought of losing. I'm not sure what else it could be in his mind. Tyrael?" Ilerael frowned at the angelic presence fading out.
"Ah...Anaurael is...waking me up..." Tyrael said with a slight touch of embarrassment in his tone. "As to how...I think...I'll remain quiet..."
That got Ilerael to clear his throat and nod with understanding. Lilaurael blushed when Tyrael vanished. When he woke up, he found himself giving in to the new desires sparked in him first. Then he told her what Willis had tried to do.
"What?!" she gaped. "He had best return to his post!"
"I know it," Tyrael sighed and let her press into him. "It is rather doubtful that he can get here, though. Not unless he has something that lets him get here. And he does not."
"But, now I worry for my parents," she frowned.
"Imperael and Izarius are there. As well as over ten warriors," Darius said. "If anything happens, we shall be informed. Malthael is also there."
"Okay," she nodded.
"Trust me," Tyrael smiled warmly and kissed her forehead. "The moment anything happens, you will know firsthand. Just keep resting with me. You know we both need this."
"Okay," she said again and reclined against him. He knew she was still exhausted. He also knew that Imperius would be livid if she stepped one foot on Sanctuary right now.