When Tyrael was able to see Anaurael, Imperius had to oversee the troops again. He was trying to rest in the bed, but he simply couldn't until he saw her again. His armor was removed, and he was dressed in a light pants and tunic outfit to try and rest, but it didn't help at all. He was sitting on the edge of the bed and had the mattress gripped rather tightly in his hands as he fought for control. At how badly he was shivering, she took instant concern. "Tyrael? What is wrong?"

"I had a very intense nightmare," he muttered. "I know I shouldn't dream...but..."

"What nightmare?" she frowned.

"That you fell from Heaven," he winced. She gasped and hugged him when he pulled her into his lap. Malthael was able to help him figure out how to voice his fear. A nightmare was the best choice.

"Tyrael, you see me right now. I'm right here in front of you," she said and ran her hand over his cheek. He was still shaking. She looked over at her brother.

"I need to clean his armor," Izarius said wisely. She nodded at him with a soft smile. When her other brothers left to give her privacy, she had Tyrael stand to help undress her. When they moved to the bed, he only sat up with her and held her tightly. He pressed his face into her neck, and she felt tears.

"Tyrael..." she sighed.

"I cannot bear...the merest thought...of losing you...!" he shuddered out. She pressed a kiss to his mouth and let it become something more. This was what he needed. When he felt his palms get damp when they moved over her chest, he was quick to move his mouth there next. What he tasted surprised him, and he kept at it. His hunger for her knew no bounds now, and they shouted together at the peak of their passion. It was so intense that they were still getting small aftershocks of it. They had to remain still just for the sensations to calm down.

His heart was still thundering in his chest when he was able to pull her close to rest with her. He shivered with a spasm of lingering pleasure when she moved her finger down his chest. He was surprised at how intense it was. She only smiled and asked, "Feel better now?"

"In so many ways," he mumbled. "It will still take time for that image to leave my thoughts."

"What more will it take for it to leave?" she asked gently.

"I'm honestly not sure. I thought I knew. I thought that being with you like this would do it. But...it's more than that," he admitted. She took his hand and rested it over her belly. A strong flutter was given to him now, and he finally managed to smile.

"Have you thought of what to name our son?" she asked.

"I figure we would wait for him to be born. Then we can decide," he said. She smiled at him and pressed a kiss to his mouth. When she sat up to move, he held her to him. "Don't leave yet."

"But, I'm hungry," she frowned.

"Then have Izarius help us out. I don't want you to leave this bed yet," he said and squeezed her. She reclined back into him and sent a mental call for her brother. Izarius was quick to appear.

"Sister? Tyrael?" he asked.

"She's hungry, but I don't want her to leave the bed," Tyrael explained.

"Here," Darius said when he came back in the room with a gold tray table. It easily fit over the bed frame for small plates to be set on it for them. Another whole-roasted piglet was set before them to demolish. When it was devoured and their hunger was sated, they were finally able to rest in the bed. Azarius removed the empty tray table after the dishes were removed.

"Greed spoils you with those meals," Tyrael chuckled.

"You know he does," she giggled. "How long do you think we should rest for?"

"A few hours, if that," he said. She nodded and looked over at Mithus.

"What do you think of Izarius's new halo?" she beamed.

"He is worthy of it," Mithus chuckled.

"Anaurael, quit that," Izarius chided lightly.

"What?" she laughed softly at him. "I'm sure they were surprised?"

"They did pause. But, they knew why," Izarius sighed. They all laughed at him, and he waved them off to show that he wasn't amused. At a knock on her bedchamber door, Tyrael was quick to rise up to let her hide herself behind him. Whoever it was had dared to brave Imperius's sanctum. This means that it was likely an angel, as the trick stairs did not activate. Darius and Mithus made another shield of themselves, as they drew the lace curtains closed around the bed.

"It is Inarius," Malthael growled with disgust when he appeared.

"What does he want?" Tyrael grimaced.

"Did you want to dress?" she asked him.

"No. I'll remain in the bed with you. I'll only dress if I absolutely must," he snorted. "Until then, I'm staying right here. There is no need for me to leave you unprotected. You are pregnant with my offspring. If he doesn't like it, then he can complain to another."

"I doubt that anyone would listen," she smirked. He grinned at her and pulled her close to kiss deeply. Then Inarius was able to come in, and he stopped in shock at the sight of them through the filmy bed curtain. She was easily covered up to her chest with a blanket. He only had a blanket up to his hips to let her rest against him.

"Inarius? Is there something wrong?" Tyrael asked calmly. At how Inarius was staring at him, he sighed. "She is bearing my son. Imperius and I have a truce for this. Only I can get her physically pregnant. Imperius has her bearing his offspring in her soul. This should have been explained to you."

"Oh! Yes, it was," Inarius said. "I had momentarily forgotten."

"Ask him what he wants," Malthael growled.

"So, what brings you here?" Anaurael asked and rested her head against Tyrael's warm chest.

"I had a question I wanted to ask you," he said.

"About what?" Tyrael asked with a mild warning in his tone.

"If it was about her Singing earlier, then, yes, she was," Izarius nodded. "She loves to Sing with Imperius. It's a given. Right after they Sang, he took her to his sanctum."

"Ah. So, that's where you went," Inarius said.

"Yes. Imperius wanted to be with me. So, I let him be with me. I always want to be with him, anyways," she blushed. When Tyrael whispered to her, she blushed even harder. "You are evil!"

"And I don't hear you complaining," he grinned a touch wickedly and kissed her.

"You know, I think we need a bath," she muttered and tickled over his chest. At the small growl he gave her, she gave her own small, wicked grin.

"Inarius, you'll have to come back later," Tyrael muttered and kissed her again. Now Inarius felt a form of complete, unbridled jealousy. He kept it locked away, though. On watching them, it made him realize exactly how much he missed having a close companion. And he didn't want just any companion. He had very high standards. Right now, Anaurael was his highest standard. Not even Lilith could come to par. He would have to strategize on how to get close to her.

"Maybe he should touch her mark just so that I know where he is at all times," Malthael glowered. When Izarius looked over at him, Malthael sighed. "I shall see what Itherael thinks."

"Good," Izarius nodded and watched Inarius leave. Now he felt what Anaurael did about him. Whenever Lyndon saw her, he could feel the wheels working in the human's head on how he was going to try and get close to her. That same sensation was now given with Inarius. He hated that feeling. It was something he couldn't trust. "You need to see to Itherael now. I'm getting upset."

"Very well," Malthael nodded and vanished away. Izarius cleared his mind and worked on getting a tub ready for his sister. While he did that, Malthael went to Itherael.

"Go find the Vecin female. She will have more answers," Itherael advised. At this, Malthael vanished away to Sanctuary. The large woman was eating a very exquisite lunch when he appeared. She looked at him and swallowed down what she was chewing with some wine.

"What can I help you with?" she asked.

"Inarius. What do you see?" Malthael asked.

"I see what you already know. Do not let him be alone with the girl," she shrugged.

"And, I suppose you saw what happened with her previously?"

"I did. And you solved that problem. Just do not bring it up around her."

"There is something that you are not telling me," Malthael said.

"You know everything that I was to tell you. There is nothing more," she said. Malthael detected a lie. He now moved in front of her and glared down at her from his tall frame. "Fine. There is something you do need to know."

"And that is...?"

"Do not let Imperius show his temper around this Inarius. It may be used to an advantage."

"How?"

"Let it happen, and you will know," she seemed to grin.

"Female, you try my patience! This about Anaurael's offspring! A champion for the High Heavens! You know what this means, and you know how the High Heavens will flood Sanctuary if anything goes wrong with her."

"Celsa," she sighed. "if I reveal all of my visions, then too much will fall apart. I cannot tell you how much I want to reveal all. But...I cannot. I can only offer guiding suggestions. That is the most that I can do. Things must happen. If they do not, then other events cannot follow."

"Then answer me this," Malthael said carefully. "If Inarius attempts to be with Anaurael, will it be a bad event in the long run?"

"Yes. It will," she said sternly.

"Then that is enough," he nodded. "We shall ensure it does not happen."

"Well, sometimes a bad event needs to happen for a good event to come of it."

"I will pretend that I did not hear that," Malthael growled. He knew that she was referring to him.

"But, even you know that it is truth," she smiled. Now she was rewarded with a smoldering glare before he vanished away. She just sighed and looked at who was next to approach her on her daily list. She turned quickly to see Itherael. He had chanced to see her physically. He was not expected.

"Myriam," Itherael said calmly. "I was informed of what you said to Malthael. However, I need to inform you of something now."

"Oh?" she asked.

"You do know how Anaurael got shoved and nearly fell from the High Heavens?" he asked.

"I do," she nodded.

"And, you know of the soul that did this?"

"Yes. That I do," she said with a touch of dismay.

"Talus'ar has revealed that this soul may come back. And it may seek to possess a powerful figure. Your visions are powerful. You could be seen as a potential host. Safeguard yourself and spread the word. I am unsure as to who she would target, much less how she could try to come back. She is free of the rift that trapped her. Perhaps it was safer for her to remain trapped," he said quietly.

"I accept your warning!" she said with a touch of surprise. "I shall see about making protective charms for anyone of power that comes to meet with me."

"Please do. I remember what she did with Uldyssian. It is true that there is no Worldstone, but we cannot let her attempt to even try to be with a new Nephalem. Such a thing will only bode ill for all. Just keep this information in mind."

"For this insight, I shall inform you of something now," she said. "The third child that is made in the girl and takes will be yours."

"I...what?!" he paused.

"You shall find out how with the next child," she smiled warmly. Itherael was mildly stunned, but he regained himself and teleported away. Once he was gone, Myriam took out a small box with odd charms to start making small bits of jewelry pieces. Shen would know how to make rings for her in return for various favors.

Itherael decided to see how Anaurael was. He hadn't seen her since Imperius took her away with him. When he appeared in the room, Izarius nodded to him. When Anaurael looked over, she giggled and waved. Tyrael gave his own mild wave, as he relaxed with her in the tub. Itherael was a touch amused at the white froth that lined the tub.

"Izarius found some soap that made bubbles for me," Anaurael beamed. "Bubble baths are not too common anymore. To me, they're just fun."

"I see," Itherael chuckled. A large, fat bubble floated free of the frothy mix and seemed to swirl in front of him. He was clearly amused, as he watched it. When it popped from drying out, he chuckled again. Then he watched her scoop up some bubbles to blow them free of her hand to float around. "I can see how they can be amusing. Do tell me, though. When did you want to study Cain's book again?"

"Ah," she thought aloud. "a bit later, perhaps?"

"That can be done. Just tell me when," he nodded. She beamed and moved to the edge of the tub to reach for some tea to sip. At the sight of her bending over in the tub, Tyrael gave out an involuntary growl and moved to press himself against her. The movement was completely instinctive of him to do. Then he paused and realized that Itherael was still in the room.

"Oh...ah...sorry..." Tyrael sighed. When Anaurael pressed back into him, he tensed with a form of desire. "That does not help this situation..."

"Whoever said I was trying to help it?" she grinned.

"But...Itherael is..." he grimaced and tensed when she pushed her back to his chest.

"Not my fault you put yourself in this situation, hmm?" she muttered and nipped his neck. Tyrael lost all focus. Izarius moved in front of the tub quickly with a small chuckle.

"I shall retreat to my Library," Itherael nodded. When he got there, he moved to check on Talus'ar, but he couldn't focus on it. For the first time that he could ever remember, he felt a tense, burning form of desire within him. Malthael had soon appeared to regard him.

"When Tyrael sleeps, I will have her visit with you," he said. "For now, try to distract your thoughts. Trust me. I know what is going on."

"Does it always get this bad?" Itherael asked.

"Even worse. It is something that I know of all too well," he sighed. "In time, you learn how to work with it. How to cope. Everything takes time."

"I simply cannot stop thinking of her!"

"Consult with Talus'ar. Lose yourself in the threads that you read," Malthael suggested.

"For the first time since...ever...I cannot focus on Talus'ar," Itherael shivered.

"Hmm. If you cannot focus on researching Talus'ar..." he paused, as he thought aloud. He vanished back to Anaurael's room. Tyrael had just reclined with her in the bed. "Anaurael. You need to see to Itherael. He is...troubled."

"Is he? Should Tyrael come, too?" she asked.

"No. Just you. He wishes to speak his thoughts privately," he said.

"It is fine," Tyrael nodded. He knew about Itherael. "I'll wait here for her and rest lightly."

"Of course," Malthael nodded.

"I have to be with her, but I'll only stand watch," Izarius said. "Someone needs to check on Imperius. Just to see how he is."

"He is fine. I can sense him with the troops," Anaurael said. "But, um, he's almost done."

"Not good. Itherael's mind is in a form of torment," Malthael sighed.

"What?!" she gasped. Tyrael could only mutter. He knew how that could have happened.

"Let me help," Izarius said and pulled out Greed's mirror. When Gurzick appeared, he looked at him. "Greed, we need a big distraction for Imperius. For at least an hour."

"I can do that," Greed seemed to giggle from the crown. "And you improved more?"

"Yes. The halo is new. And, I can blind demons that are truly enemies of mine," Izarius chuckled. "Anyways, if you can distract Imperius, then it will help."

"I left some powerful teleport gems in the Burning Hells. I'll simply drop them where powerful demons are known to move around. Ah! Imperius is training his troops. I'll give him a whole new reason to train them!" Greed giggled even more. Tyrael actually started laughing at that. Malthael's smirk was easily heard by all but Greed, too. He would be sure to watch what happened from afar.

"Help me dress?" she asked her brother. Izarius looked at Gurzick for him to leave. After that was done, he helped her into a light gown of gold silk and lifted her into his arms. When he appeared with her in the Library, Itherael had his back to them and fighting with control. Izarius set her down and watched her calmly move up to Itherael's side. He glanced around to ensure that none others were there and moved to stand watch.

Itherael actually took no notice of her. At her gentle touch to his arm, he swerved and paused at her. He thought it was Auriel, and now he appeared to be ashamed. "You should go back. I..."

"Itherael, you are troubled. Come. Let's talk somewhere," she smiled.

"But, Imperius..."

"Greed will handle him," she said with a small chuckle. "You need me a bit more right now."

"A lot more than just a bit, I am afraid," he sighed. She frowned, but he opened up his sanctum. "What I wish to speak of is...personal."

"Okay," she nodded. Izarius nodded to them when they walked into the chamber before it sealed up. Once in here, the sparkling blue lights twinkled to give out their light with the suspended blue crystal in its golden frame on the ceiling. She turned to face him now, and he pulled her against him with a touch of intense relief. She rested her head against his chest, as memories of what happened before came back to her. She felt him start to relax, as he held her. He stroked her molten gold hair gently, as his mind began to slowly right itself.

"I worry about you too much for my own good now," he said softly. At the feel of her hand moving to caress his cheek, he shivered. When she reached up a bit further, she traced a lock of invisible hair to have it stop just past his ears. She giggled softly and looked at him.

"You have hair, too. But, it doesn't appear to be very long. Almost like a frame for your face with a slight wave," she said. "And, if I feel your chin...a bit slender. Oval, from what I can tell. Your nose feels a touch small, but it would suit it. Your lips...a touch thick, but not by much. Your eyes feel like they could be rather wide. I would say that you could look like a noble aristocrat."

"It would suit me from my duty as Archangel of Fate," he agreed.

"Imperius has military discipline all around. Malthael is...rather rugged with rather long hair. He sort of reminds me of what many Demon Hunters could look like. From what I have seen, anyways. I'm quite sure that Auriel could resemble a queen," she smiled. Itherael mused at that, but he nodded. "But, anyways, I was told that you wanted to talk to me? That your mind was in turmoil?"

"It was in turmoil the moment I saw what you did with Tyrael in that bathing vessel," he grumbled slightly. That had her blushing a beet red. "I cannot focus on reading Talus'ar now."

"Then we need to fix that," she said seriously. "The only question is how."

"I think I know how," he said and planted a kiss on her. When she broke it off, she stepped away from him to study him silently.

"Can you become your core form?" she asked.

"It could...hurt your energies..." he said.

"But, it is needed for you," she said softly. He seemed to cringe, but he nodded. Very slowly, almost hesitantly, his armor merged inwards to become a singular form in an ivory Light. Fate was always neutral in color and tone. All fates could change depending on various outcomes. His core held no true color. It was just as slender and graceful as the others she had seen. Or would have remembered seeing. However, his wings still hovered over him like a separate entity. In many ways, she was reminded of a halo. It was a very different look than what she was used to. She moved into his arms now to not only refocus his thoughts, but to show him how to control the desire he held for her, too.

While this was going on, Imperius was furious with Greed. He had just finished training the troops for the time being and turned his back when a savage roar filled the chamber. He already called Solarion to him when he recognized what sound it was. Only one word came from him. "Greed!"

"Yes?" Gurzick's crown said when the Greed Goblin appeared.

"What is the meaning of this?!" he snapped.

"I had forgotten that I left gems around from the treasure chamber we set up. When I went to collect them, things like that had already had them. I can't defeat them for my gems, so I had to activate them. I also thought that...maybe...you could help me retrieve them this way?" Greed asked calmly. Imperius shook his head with disgust and moved swiftly to attack the massive, tentacled beast.

As much as he wanted to ban Greed from the High Heavens, the demon lord's efforts were important in helping Anaurael survive. He was now thinking of bartering for the gems with better clothing. If anything, my warriors were now going to witness a true battle and be a part of it. When other strong demons appeared, he scowled at them all.

"How are they getting in?!" Titharius asked.

"Teleport gems. Cull them all, and give me those cursed gems!" Imperius ordered. Gurzick watched calmly from where he hid. Malthael watched silently from where he stood, too. Then he thought and reached out to Imperael. The massive angel eagerly answered the call to assist in the fight. Those that didn't see him yet were stunned. Even Titharius was shocked at the stunning blow given with a massive fist to the face of a demon. He had seen his massive brother before. But none had seen him fight until now, and he was impressive.

"Imperius!" a warrior shouted and tossed over a gem for it to get caught in Imperius's massive hand. As much as he would have studied it further, he had to cleanse out the demons from Heaven.

"Good! I need the rest!" he ordered sternly. Imperael nodded and kicked aside a straggling demon wing. It took a good thirty minutes for the last demon to fall. Their bodies were tossed out windows, and Imperius soon had all ten gems. He went to the forge with them now to destroy them.

"No! I need those!" Greed scowled when he had Gurzick appear. This was why Imperius was at the forge. He was showing how serious he was.

"Fine. I will trade you one item for each gem," Imperius seemed to smirk.

"What?! I mean...well...ooh! Fine! What trades?" Greed scowled. His own plan backfired on him, if slightly. Gems like those were hard to get. He would deal with the trades.

"For five gems, I want five new gowns for Anaurael. Unique ones that none have seen yet."

"I can do that."

"Good. For the other five, I need powerful armors or weapons. From the Burning Hells."

"Now why from there and not from your Heavens?"

"Because, one less weapon or item of defense for a demon makes one more easy kill for us!"

"Oh, all right," Greed seemed to mope. I will have to go through my personal cache. It would be easier than tracking down what Imperius needs.

"And, if I find any of these gems again, I will not hesitate to crush them!"

"I get it!" Greed scowled.

"Only after you give over your end of the deals will the gems be given over in return. I shall give these to Izarius. He will inspect each item you bring," Imperius said sternly. Greed was lightly fuming, but he did admit that it was fun bringing demons into Heaven. As much as he would like to do so more often, he didn't want to worry the child he grew fond of.

Anaurael was just set down in her bed by Izarius when Imperius was about to return. Tyrael held her sleeping form close, and her gown was set aside. Her brother nodded to him to show that all was well. Tyrael could only sigh, as he cradled her. At the sight of Imperius, he nodded to the powerful Archangel and said, "How go the troops?"

"They had a personal learning experience," Imperius growled. "Greed decided to activate his teleport gems. And various demons had them. Rather strong ones, too. The location he chose to bring them in was my training halls! It was disgraceful!"

"Are they all dead?" Izarius asked.

"Yes. The troops did fight well," he muttered. "Take these. Greed is not allowed to get them back until I get five gowns of unique origin and five items that are either demonic weapons or armors. That was my deal for him to get them back."

"Now that's putting him in his place!" Tyrael grinned wickedly. "He has to trade with you!"

"Exactly. How is she?" he asked.

"She rests, as you can see. Did you need her?" Tyrael asked.

"Yes. I need to...remove this rage from my mind," he sighed. Tyrael nodded and gently nudged her awake. She blushed softly at him and looked over at Imperius. She reached for him eagerly now, and he was just as eager to pull her close to him. He was about to check her mark, but she planted her mouth on his in a desperate kiss that destroyed his resolve. He was quick to move her directly to his sanctum to seal it up and hold her to his core.

"I missed you," she whispered and gasped when his mouth ravaged her throat.

"I need you," he muttered and claimed her mouth again. "Help me...remove this rage..."

"Something happen?" she managed to mumble out before his Song took over her senses.

"I'll tell all...later..." he promised and continued to let his Song to take root.