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through their antennae and wings. With a few adjustments Gabriel was able to transform those vibrations into words. He put his little insect buddy into a restful state and settled down to listen.
“Have the arrangements been made?”
Michael sounded preoccupied. Gabriel heard the shuffling of papers.
“Yes,” Illyria answered. “Everyone has been given instructions. I will be made aware of any updates which, of course, will be passed to you.”
Illyria paused before continuing. “You know, Michael, all of this worry may be exaggerated. The girl could be a Cambion and nothing more. You didn’t sense anything unusual when you approached her in the barn the day she had the vision of the Kongamato .”
What was Illyria talking about? What could Jordan be other than a Cambion? It didn’t surprise Gabriel to learn there was more to the situation. Michael was expending way too much energy and time for a simple demon incident, and he’d known . He’d known Jordan was a Cambion .
He heard a crash, the sound of breaking glass. “That’s just it, Illyria! I’ve been in close proximity of Jordan hundreds of times over the course of her life and never sensed the demon inside had grown more powerful.”
“Perhaps her human essence is stronger – so strong it dilutes the demon genes.”
“Or perhaps it’s something else,” Michael countered.
His tone was caustic, like ammonia. The usual controlled, infallible demeanor his brother presented like a badge of honor had burned away. What remained was raw panic and urgency. This was the real archangel, the part Michael kept hidden.
“I can understand why you didn’t sense that her demon powers had grown – you’re rarely around Cambions, not to mention that Aamon hadn’t fully released them yet. But if Jordan is also part angel, I mean, wouldn’t that be easier to detect?”
Part angel?!
Back in his Heaven, Gabriel’s eyes flew open. He sat up so fast he almost lost connection with the butterfly. Taking a few deep (unnecessary) breaths, he forced himself to relax and concentrate. He couldn’t afford to miss a word they exchanged, but Illyria’s insane gibberish echoed in his thoughts. She must be mistaken. To Gabriel’s knowledge no such being existed. It was not possible.
“One would think so, especially for a more powerful angel like myself.” Michael paused, perhaps to let the meaning of his words sink in.
Gabriel did not need to see his brother to know how he looked at that moment. Standing tall with fists clenched, his eyes would flicker with power – a warning for Illyria to remember her place. Michael did not like to have his authority questioned or challenged. Most angels in the Third Triad would never attempt it. Illyria, on the other hand, appeared to have no problem speaking her mind. Now that she was alone with her commander, the pretense of the obedient soldier – clearly another mask in her collection – had disappeared. Just like with Michael before, Gabriel felt sure this was the real Illyria, the brazen killer who did as she pleased with no fear of consequences.
“It would greatly benefit you to remember we are dealing with the unknown. If what I believe is true and Jordan absorbed Sariel’s grace while in her mother’s womb, her powers could be like none we’ve encountered before. She could very well have the ability to reduce your soul to a stain on the floor. Now is the time to exercise caution, especially since you have been charged with bringing her to me alive.”
The implication of Michael’s words was the perfect plot for an outlandish, spectacular fiction story. Surely it couldn’t be true, but what if…?
Gabriel needed to find out if such an occurrence was possible. He had an idea but Illyria’s voice interrupted his train of thought.
“ Alive I can guarantee,” she replied. Her voice slowly migrated closer to where Gabriel had last heard Michael speak. “ Uninjured , well, that’s a check I can’t sign just
“Have the arrangements been made?”
Michael sounded preoccupied. Gabriel heard the shuffling of papers.
“Yes,” Illyria answered. “Everyone has been given instructions. I will be made aware of any updates which, of course, will be passed to you.”
Illyria paused before continuing. “You know, Michael, all of this worry may be exaggerated. The girl could be a Cambion and nothing more. You didn’t sense anything unusual when you approached her in the barn the day she had the vision of the Kongamato .”
What was Illyria talking about? What could Jordan be other than a Cambion? It didn’t surprise Gabriel to learn there was more to the situation. Michael was expending way too much energy and time for a simple demon incident, and he’d known . He’d known Jordan was a Cambion .
He heard a crash, the sound of breaking glass. “That’s just it, Illyria! I’ve been in close proximity of Jordan hundreds of times over the course of her life and never sensed the demon inside had grown more powerful.”
“Perhaps her human essence is stronger – so strong it dilutes the demon genes.”
“Or perhaps it’s something else,” Michael countered.
His tone was caustic, like ammonia. The usual controlled, infallible demeanor his brother presented like a badge of honor had burned away. What remained was raw panic and urgency. This was the real archangel, the part Michael kept hidden.
“I can understand why you didn’t sense that her demon powers had grown – you’re rarely around Cambions, not to mention that Aamon hadn’t fully released them yet. But if Jordan is also part angel, I mean, wouldn’t that be easier to detect?”
Part angel?!
Back in his Heaven, Gabriel’s eyes flew open. He sat up so fast he almost lost connection with the butterfly. Taking a few deep (unnecessary) breaths, he forced himself to relax and concentrate. He couldn’t afford to miss a word they exchanged, but Illyria’s insane gibberish echoed in his thoughts. She must be mistaken. To Gabriel’s knowledge no such being existed. It was not possible.
“One would think so, especially for a more powerful angel like myself.” Michael paused, perhaps to let the meaning of his words sink in.
Gabriel did not need to see his brother to know how he looked at that moment. Standing tall with fists clenched, his eyes would flicker with power – a warning for Illyria to remember her place. Michael did not like to have his authority questioned or challenged. Most angels in the Third Triad would never attempt it. Illyria, on the other hand, appeared to have no problem speaking her mind. Now that she was alone with her commander, the pretense of the obedient soldier – clearly another mask in her collection – had disappeared. Just like with Michael before, Gabriel felt sure this was the real Illyria, the brazen killer who did as she pleased with no fear of consequences.
“It would greatly benefit you to remember we are dealing with the unknown. If what I believe is true and Jordan absorbed Sariel’s grace while in her mother’s womb, her powers could be like none we’ve encountered before. She could very well have the ability to reduce your soul to a stain on the floor. Now is the time to exercise caution, especially since you have been charged with bringing her to me alive.”
The implication of Michael’s words was the perfect plot for an outlandish, spectacular fiction story. Surely it couldn’t be true, but what if…?
Gabriel needed to find out if such an occurrence was possible. He had an idea but Illyria’s voice interrupted his train of thought.
“ Alive I can guarantee,” she replied. Her voice slowly migrated closer to where Gabriel had last heard Michael speak. “ Uninjured , well, that’s a check I can’t sign just
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