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this visit, or do you just enjoy annoying me?"
"Causing you grief is entertaining, but in this case I am here to discuss the attack on the Harbinger." Omen shifted his hooded gaze toward Nina's now darkened apartment. "It would appear that Iblis has taken an interest in her."
"Yes it does, and given that the Disciples are involved I've decided to assume a more visible position in her protection."
A wave of surprise emanated from Omen. "That's a different approach for you."
"I know, but Azreal's restraint told me that our little sortie was just a test to see if Nina was being protected."
"Possibly," said Omen. "And depending on what Iblis's intentions are, you're next encounter with that brutish simian and his cronies may not be so benign."
"I was thinking along those same lines, which is why I need to be ready."
Omen took a moment to consider the Celemor's point. "Your reasoning is sound. I will, of course, be monitoring your progress." The Overseer accorded Gabriel a slight nod then vanished.
"Nothing like babysitting the babysitter," Gabriel muttered as he resumed his vigilance of Nina's apartment.
Chapter 9
Iblis's wings fanned slightly outward as he listened to Silas's account of his Disciple's first confrontation with Nina.
"Gabriel." He let the name roll slowly off his tongue. "The new Harbinger must be of significant importance if my brothers have assigned that dullard the Task of protection."
Silas pursed his thin lips. "Dullard or not, he is lethally efficient."
Iblis smiled, his blue eyes sparkling. "That goes without saying. The question now is: how can I take advantage of the situation."
"I'm afraid we won't know that until we ascertain how the Delcielo woman figures into the Almighty's overall plan. Given the Archangel's coddling of her, I've a feeling she's more that just a simple Harbinger."
Iblis regarded the Morphling in thoughtful silence for a moment then folded his wings tightly against his back so he could relax into his chair. "You're right, of course, but with Gabriel alerted to my interest we'll have to use a more subtle form of scrutiny."
"Shall I assign one of the Desomors?"
A tender smile played on Iblis' lips "No, I'll handle it." He mentally projected the name Mayhem into the Celestial ether.
Within moments, an attractive mortal woman materialized before his desk. She was dressed in tight black leggings and a low-cut lavender blouse that amply displayed her heavy bosom. "You summoned me, my lord?" Her voice was a sensual purr, and Iblis's smile deepened.
"Yes, Mayhem; I have need of your talents in regards to a new Harbinger."
A predatory gleam appeared in Mayhem's brown eyes. "And where would you like the body displayed when I'm done?"
Iblis chuckled at the Desomor's destructive eagerness. "No where at the moment. The Harbinger's name is Nina Delcielo. I need you to discover the reason behind her sudden Emergence, and the extent of her abilities."
Mayhem cocked a questioning eyebrow. "Is that it? I was hoping for something a bit more challenging."
Iblis regarded the disappointed woman through calculating eyes. "Your wish might come true. Gabriel has been given the Task of Protection."
An excited flush darkened the Desomor's Caucasian features. "Now that's more like. I've been waiting for another chance to lock heads with that noble simpleton."
Silas released a contemptuous snort. "I think we can all agree that ‘locking heads' isn't the only thing you want to do with him."
Mayhem turned cold eyes on the Morphling. "Meaning?"
"Meaning that your peculiar obsession with that Celemor has been an issue on more than one occasion," Silas bit out. "I would expect someone of your pedigree to show a bit more professionalism."
Mayhem's eyes narrowed dangerously. "Listen, you shape-stealing maggot…"
"Silas does have a point," Iblis interrupted what promised to be a potent verbal blast. "Gabriel does have a way of driving you to distraction. For the moment, I need your
"Causing you grief is entertaining, but in this case I am here to discuss the attack on the Harbinger." Omen shifted his hooded gaze toward Nina's now darkened apartment. "It would appear that Iblis has taken an interest in her."
"Yes it does, and given that the Disciples are involved I've decided to assume a more visible position in her protection."
A wave of surprise emanated from Omen. "That's a different approach for you."
"I know, but Azreal's restraint told me that our little sortie was just a test to see if Nina was being protected."
"Possibly," said Omen. "And depending on what Iblis's intentions are, you're next encounter with that brutish simian and his cronies may not be so benign."
"I was thinking along those same lines, which is why I need to be ready."
Omen took a moment to consider the Celemor's point. "Your reasoning is sound. I will, of course, be monitoring your progress." The Overseer accorded Gabriel a slight nod then vanished.
"Nothing like babysitting the babysitter," Gabriel muttered as he resumed his vigilance of Nina's apartment.
Chapter 9
Iblis's wings fanned slightly outward as he listened to Silas's account of his Disciple's first confrontation with Nina.
"Gabriel." He let the name roll slowly off his tongue. "The new Harbinger must be of significant importance if my brothers have assigned that dullard the Task of protection."
Silas pursed his thin lips. "Dullard or not, he is lethally efficient."
Iblis smiled, his blue eyes sparkling. "That goes without saying. The question now is: how can I take advantage of the situation."
"I'm afraid we won't know that until we ascertain how the Delcielo woman figures into the Almighty's overall plan. Given the Archangel's coddling of her, I've a feeling she's more that just a simple Harbinger."
Iblis regarded the Morphling in thoughtful silence for a moment then folded his wings tightly against his back so he could relax into his chair. "You're right, of course, but with Gabriel alerted to my interest we'll have to use a more subtle form of scrutiny."
"Shall I assign one of the Desomors?"
A tender smile played on Iblis' lips "No, I'll handle it." He mentally projected the name Mayhem into the Celestial ether.
Within moments, an attractive mortal woman materialized before his desk. She was dressed in tight black leggings and a low-cut lavender blouse that amply displayed her heavy bosom. "You summoned me, my lord?" Her voice was a sensual purr, and Iblis's smile deepened.
"Yes, Mayhem; I have need of your talents in regards to a new Harbinger."
A predatory gleam appeared in Mayhem's brown eyes. "And where would you like the body displayed when I'm done?"
Iblis chuckled at the Desomor's destructive eagerness. "No where at the moment. The Harbinger's name is Nina Delcielo. I need you to discover the reason behind her sudden Emergence, and the extent of her abilities."
Mayhem cocked a questioning eyebrow. "Is that it? I was hoping for something a bit more challenging."
Iblis regarded the disappointed woman through calculating eyes. "Your wish might come true. Gabriel has been given the Task of Protection."
An excited flush darkened the Desomor's Caucasian features. "Now that's more like. I've been waiting for another chance to lock heads with that noble simpleton."
Silas released a contemptuous snort. "I think we can all agree that ‘locking heads' isn't the only thing you want to do with him."
Mayhem turned cold eyes on the Morphling. "Meaning?"
"Meaning that your peculiar obsession with that Celemor has been an issue on more than one occasion," Silas bit out. "I would expect someone of your pedigree to show a bit more professionalism."
Mayhem's eyes narrowed dangerously. "Listen, you shape-stealing maggot…"
"Silas does have a point," Iblis interrupted what promised to be a potent verbal blast. "Gabriel does have a way of driving you to distraction. For the moment, I need your
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