The Gifts

The Order: The Gifts Chapter 17

The Gifts

Copyright © 2024 by Brad A. Townsend

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Introduction

Hello everybody, and welcome to Chapter Seventeen! The end is approaching but there are still a few chapters left. I hope everyone had a merry and safe holiday in whatever way you chose to celebrate (or not). Christmas hasn't hit yet in the story but soon will. There are a few songs in this chapter I'd like to put links to just in case you want to hear them:

Don't Stop Til You Get Enough by Michael Jackson (Lane plays the chorus of this song for Henry as a joke).

Turn, Turn, Turn by The Byrds played on the jukebox of the cosmic Waffle House

The Humbling River by Puscifer played on the jukebox of the cosmic Waffle House

New World Coming by Cass Elliot played on the jukebox of the cosmic Waffle House

Drew plays Barracuda by Heart with Bryan in a construct

This song isn't actually in this chapter. I might put it in chapter eighteen. It's The Little Drummer Boy by KING + COUNTRY. It just sounds to me like something Bryan would get into, plus he wants to live up to the nickname Luke insulted him with in The Order.

I know it's been a minute since the previous chapter but I hope it's worth the wait. There are so many details and issues that need to be resolved or at least addressed before the end. I want the close of the story to be a satisfying experience that leaves an imprint on your heart. That might sound corny but... well, that's what I'm aiming for.

I'll be quiet now and let you get on with it. Everyone stay safe in this crazy world. Enjoy chapter seventeen 😊

-  Brad

Go #TeamNephilim!

Chapter Seventeen

Prelude – Thomin's Vault

With Luke repentant, Thomin was no longer fearful and once again traveled throughout the second creation in search of unique and powerful items. He preferred his own company and that of his treasures and rarely interacted with other angels of any hierarchy. His well-known eccentricity and temper prevented other angels from approaching him or interfering with his province.

While Thomin searched, the vault lay quietly bathed in the blue light of its preserving magic. The puzzle box sat silently as did the goblet containing a droplet of God's divinity. The Oathstone rested in its box, waiting to bind the next spoken promise. One pedestal remaining empty had held the Book of Loagaeth, the only object ever to permanently leave the vault. Many objects – weapons, armor, trinkets, and tomes - too powerful to remain unhindered, were displayed on stands or tables. The bloody stone sat among them and the acrid odor of The Master's and Drew's co-mingled blood lingered around it.

The Mantle of The Order bobbled gently over a dais and emitted a light that pushed back the blue nimbus in a small area around it. Much like Drew's incarnations, the voices of its former hosts whispered within it while the Mantle itself cried, yearning for its destined host. The magic of the vault shielded it, but ultimately could not prevent its purpose. Its previous hosts were in heaven or still with The Order, but their memories lingered and spoke to one another. Rallying their power and intellect, they sent a message, a dream that was not a dream, to its intended vessel. The Mantle sensed the impending conflict and the approaching end of the second creation. Its purpose must be realized and it would find a way.

79,000 B.C.

The Dark One remained silent for centuries after the curse came to be and The Master raged over his abandonment. Discarded after he served his purpose, the sting of betrayal drove The Master ever further down his dark path. As his physical stature grew, so did the might of his soul. Heaven cried every seven years at the memory of his treachery as The Master's brother was reborn only to die again. The younger brother never had a chance to grow to adulthood and, unaware of who he was, never had the chance to discover his own power as the crux of the curse. The Master's reach grew long, and by the time he was one thousand years of age, he had dominated most of the known world. That was when The Dark One spoke again to him: You have done well.

Luke's presence nearly crushed him, but The Master's hatred and anger sustained him. As soon as Luke manifested The Master attacked him, and Luke's laughter infuriated him further: A thousand years have passed, yet y_ou are still an ignorant, impetuous child. You hate me but do not fear me - yet. The curse protects you from death, but there are fates far worse._

Luke gripped The Master's soul in a black talon and plunged him into a lake of all-consuming fire. As his flesh burned away, the fire also seared his mind and soul. The curse kept him alive, regenerating his body as the fire incinerated him, and through the pain, his prideful hate quickly gave way to abject terror.

The Dark One: You are mine. In my name, you will subjugate the physical realm. The hierarchies of Heaven cannot touch you as they would me. I bequeath servants to do your bidding. Lastly, I will instruct you in arcane secrets unknown to mortals. These you must keep secret, for it breaks a mandate, and only use the knowledge when warded from powers and principalities who oppose me.

The Master lay on the ground breathing heavily while trying to recover from his torture. The stench of his sweaty, grotesquely muscled body filled his nostrils as The Dark One's voice and will consumed him.

78,000 B.C.

Akhan-Itzal, the only remaining chieftain who opposed The Enemy, knew his army was finished. Driven back by a demon of the pale, Akhan-Itzal rallied his remaining followers and retreated to a well-fortified cave that contained provisions, was defensible, and had a stream to supply water. The Enemy halted outside, inexplicably reluctant to enter. Akhan-Itzal instructed his men to brace their position, but their eyes held little hope. The continual chanting and blood sacrifices of The Enemy hammered at their resolve until little remained. Months passed and winter came as their stores of food diminished. Talk among the men turned to killing themselves to prevent slavery or death by The Enemy. Akhan-Itzal attempted to rally them one last time, and his war cry echoed in the depths of the cave. Seconds later, the cavern rumbled and with a noise like thunder clouds of dust blew forth. When the air cleared, in a small alcove revealed by the earthquake, a brightly glowing orb hovered. Its light was pure and bright and the men closest to it felt a wholesome touch against their souls.

No fear touched their hearts; the light was too comforting to allow it. Akhan-Itzal touched the orb, and the outer shell dissolved, revealing the Gift inside. It was the Gift of Divinity, filled by Allenor with God's light from the chalice of Heaven. The orb brightened and Akhan-Itzal felt it enter him and twine with his soul. Power filled him, unlike anything he could have imagined. His followers felt the strength of his will empower them. Surely the orb was a Gift from the creator – a Gift to fight The Enemy. Emboldened, Akhan-Itzal charged forth from the cave and slew the demon. Without the vile creature to drive their will, The Enemy was routed. Akhan-Itzal's people named the power The Mantle, because it rested on their leader's shoulders and bestowed divine power upon him. Thus began The Order.

The Original Location of the Garden of Eden, 6323 BC

Yanathan, who would eventually be known as Jonathan, watched two great rivers flow together. Their powerful currents were treacherous, yet his knowledge tamed them to his purpose. Jonathan bore The Mantle of The Order and had for centuries. It was passed to him by Phaygyen, a mighty warrior of the Myrtle Trees. Phaygyen was the first mortal given the knowledge and magic of the Myrtle Trees by Raphael to scour the four corners of the Earth and drive back The Master and his minions.

Without the veil separating the physical and spiritual realms, magic existed at that time, and Yanathan's tree grew at the crux of what history would name the Tigris and Euphrates rivers. The two mighty waterways connected, traveling further down to feed an immense gulf. The proto-language spoken by Yanathan was limited in vocabulary, yet the words and concepts within his mind were extensive.

Yanathan: Myrel, did you dream last night?

Myrel, the seer and oracle of The Order at that time, shaped clay on the riverbank: I did. Of two boys, born centuries apart. Both will join our cause and become heroes. One will become a dreamer to replace me. He will fall from grace, yet find redemption before his death, and the other will become a great warrior and bear the Mantle when you pass it on. You will call him son. Great portents encircle them both.

After he imbibed the water of life and became immortal Yanathan could no longer sire children. His body was old and frail, and the fires of his loins long extinguished, but the thought of a son warmed his heart. Yanathan suddenly felt ill and stooped. His shoulder stung, and he felt a foreign corruption within him. Under his robes, an elaborate and brightly colored mosaic tattoo appeared briefly on his shoulder. It glowed, attempting to touch The Mantle, but he lost consciousness when it did.

The Present

Granny Wolf sensed a foreign power in the Congo. Her raised hackles alerted Cavall who looked with his silver eyes. A power entered Ken and took him away. Her howl mingled with Cavall's to express her dismay. In the base the wolfen cry touched the minds of everyone and woke them to the agony of Ken's presence taken from them. Brad shot up in bed and put his hand where Ken should be, but he wasn't there. The sheets still held his warmth and scent, but he was gone from their souls and perceptions.

Brad: Ken!

Immediately, each of them searched for their captain and brother through their Avatars and Gifts. Darren looked within himself, Brad sought him through the veil, and Bill tried to become him, but Ken was nowhere they could touch or be. Henry cast his awareness to the first creation, but Ken wasn't there either. Their efforts were extreme; however, it wasn't a matter of where Ken was, but when.

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Two days later Ken re-entered their hearts and souls. No one knew how any of them could be taken from their stronghold, and, except for recalling himself to the valley or to the coliseum, Ken didn't have the ability to translocate himself. Brad had been frantic with worry the entire time, longing for the other half of his soul. As soon as he felt Ken, Brad slowed his sense of time and translocated himself to their room, but he was completely unprepared for the sight in front of him. Ken's entire body was taught and drenched in sweat, locked in some type of seizure. Vomit still dripped from his mouth, and he would have been choking if his muscles weren't locked. His tan complexion was pale and cyanotic, and through Ken's energy centers, Brad realized his husband was in cardiac arrest.

Everything in Brad became a part of his brothers and mentors, and everyone appeared around him. Ken's Avatar glowed, but it was dim and the colors muted, as if it were as sick as he was. The light of his soul, his life spark, was present but incredibly weak.

Brad: Ken!

Their training asserted itself to save their captain. As one, their sources of power filled them, and Lane took Ken outside the arc of time to hold him frozen between convulsing heartbeats. The rivulets of sweat that rolled from him and onto the sheets stopped. One detail Lane noticed was that while Ken had been gone for nearly two days, his temporal presence was only seconds past the time he vanished.

Lane: I got this, Brad.

Thick ropes of azure, crimson, and gold blended into a single potent white cord masterfully woven together by Lane. Before it entered Ken's body it forked into three distinct threads - one for his soul, one for his Avatar, and the third for his body. Ken's diaphoretic pallor changed and his normal tan returned. The sweat evaporated from his muscular form, and Darren removed the vomit and odor that went with it. Relief filled them as Pat saw with his deep understanding that if they had not reacted as they did, Ken would have died upon his reappearance. Lane re-entered them into the arc of time. With his husband restored Brad frantically scrambled across the bed to wrap his arms around Ken. He buried his head against Ken's neck as he held him tightly and the first sensation in Ken's conscious mind was their love surrounding him and Brad's hot tears against his skin.

Ken: Fuck! What's happenin'?

Brad: Where were you? You've been gone two days!

Ken's powerful arms went around Brad, hugging him back. His confusion was evident to everyone in the room as they pushed themselves physically into a massive hug. Brad merged them and they appeared naked together in their unique place, and in the paradox of their souls, each of Ken's brothers held him in his arms, offering him comfort and strength. They were as frightened by what happened as he was.

Brad seemed as rattled as Ken, but his focus remained on Ken: Are you alright?

Ken: I am now. Fuck, what happened?

Through the merge it was apparent that Ken only had a hazy and vague recollection of his experience. He briefly became someone, and whoever it was caused his reaction. His Avatar's response nearly killed him, and none of them had a clue what could do that.

Brad looked at Aaron, and asked: Do you have any idea what could affect his Avatar?

Aaron: Occam's Razor would suggest his Gift.

Stunned silence followed and then Kevin asked: Why would it do that to him if it's made for him? It's like he had an allergic reaction to it.

Albrecht: Many of your Gifts became corrupted over time by human hosts. Lane's and Loy's are the most severe. Perhaps Ken's is similar but tarnished to a far greater state.

Darren: We have to find whoever has it. Henry, we need Drew, are you okay with that?

Drew slept soundly but woke at his father's mental touch: Hey Tiger, sorry to wake you up but we need your help.

Drew saw in Henry's mind that Ken was back and before his feet hit the floor Darren translocated him into Ken and Brad's bedroom where he launched himself into Ken's lap. He appeared in the merge in the same position, and hugged Ken's neck as tightly as he could.

Drew: Uncle Ken!

Ken: I'm fine, Tiger, thanks to these ladies.

Drew pulled back and held Ken's face in his hands. Ken, like Henry and all of Drew's uncles, was solid, but as a Body even more so. Ken's manliness was apparent through his rough cheeks and warm skin, and his denseness made Drew erect. Ken noticed immediately and before Drew could pull away he pulled him tighter against him: It's okay, Tiger. I love you.

Ken felt a tear against his neck and Drew whispered: I'm sorry.

Drew's embarrassment and regret were severe, but Ken rubbed his back soothingly: Not for this, little man. Don't ever be sorry about a boner.

In the paradox of that place each of his uncles did the same as Ken by embracing him with their arms and souls. His erection pressed against them, but their love overcame his reaction and they gave him time to settle.

Ken's little kid grin appeared: You're gonna have `ta learn `ta be careful so you don't hurt someone with that thing. You're gettin' big.

Lane: It's all fun and games until Drew pokes someone's eye out with his boner.

Briefly, the shit talk flew, and their loving ribbing finally brought a giggle. Through the depth of Drew's maturity, their camaraderie and inclusiveness of him in their lives and bonds carried him through the situation.

Darren: Drew, we need you to call the dome so Pat and I can fully expand our Gifts.

Darren glanced at Drew's now flaccid state and winked: Are you up for that?

Drew's response caught them off guard: Does Uncle Loy poop in the woods?

Everyone laughed, and in the paradox, Drew rested his head on Loy's heavy shoulder, snuggling against him. They were merged and Drew's apprehension of hurting Loy's feelings was there, but he saw that Loy thought it was funny too, and they both enjoyed the intimate moment. Loy's first response was: Ya'll are just jealous. Then he lightly tickled Drew's ribs and said: I'm going to get you for that, kiddo.

The dome appeared around them followed by Drew's light which was magnified by his incarnations. Henry beamed with joy at seeing his son interact with everyone and how well he was so seamlessly a part of them and their purpose. Shit talk and dick jokes were a healthy staple of male relationships and he was proud of his son for embracing their teasing as it was meant. Under Henry's care, but also his uncles, Drew was maturing into a healthy adolescent. For so long Henry feared Doug's abuse would have lasting effects, but Drew overcame his hardships with their love and support.

Darren moved between Pat's legs and leaned back against his husband. Pat's arms crossed over Darren's chest and he burrowed his face against Darren's neck from behind.

Darren: Let's take a look.

Their eyes flashed white as their Avatars and Gifts ignited, and Darren expanded himself to the full embodiment of the second creation. In their mind's eye, they saw the infinite universe within him. His form filled with stars, black holes, brightly colored nebula, and infinite space. Lane plucked strings of dark matter within his brother, and the music empowered them further. Pat fully expanded himself into the infinite creation that was his husband, and the patterns of everything were clear to him. He could still only briefly maintain that level of awareness, but he saw the pattern of God's creation and looked for Ken's Gift. There was hope that it was still active after rejecting his Avatar so recently, but there was no pattern or ripple that matched what they sought.

Ken: Fuck.

Drew: Uncle Ken!

Ken: Sorry, Tiger.

With a sigh, Pat and Darren quieted their Gifts and Drew recalled the dome.

Pat: Sorry, Cap. There's no sign of it.

Brad: Whoever has it must be shielding.

Ken: So what now? I wait `til this happens again?

Aaron: I am sorry, Kenneth. Even if we could shield you from your Gift, I deem it unwise to try.

Ken: This is gonna suck.

Brad: It's also dangerous. If you had appeared somewhere else, you'd be dead.

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Kelly collaborated with Bryan to cook a classic Aussie roast with Kelly's grandmother's special gravy. Kelly had run away from her abusive parents, but she loved her Gran who helped raise her and shield her from her mother and father. Chloe sat on Bryan's shoulders to watch and he snuck her tidbits when Kelly wasn't looking.

Kelly: Fuck all, Bry, she won't eat any dinner if you keep that up.

Bryan: You weren't even looking!

Kelly: All mother's know that shit. She loves you for it, but you spoil her rotten.

Ken sat at the kitchen table with Brad and a few of the guys. Drew came through wearing only shorts and a doo rag, sweaty from working out with Raph before dinner. Without saying a word he moved behind Ken and wrapped his arms around his neck, rested his head on Ken's shoulder for a second, and then scooted off to change.

Henry: That's my boy. He's in "care mode" since your incident.

Ken: Fuck, I'll take it, with or without whatever the hell's happenin'. I love bein' his favorite uncle.

His comment started competitive shit talk and bragging rights_,_ but because Brad was deeply merged with his husband, Drew's hug affected him as it did Ken. The warmth of Drew's affections, magnified by his incarnations, touched their souls.

Brad: I know it's dangerous but I'm staying merged with you. Maybe I'll go with you when it happens again and I'll be able to remember. Before you give me shit about it, I talked with the doc, and he agrees with me. Reluctantly.

Ken's stomach decided to rumble at the mouth-watering aroma of the slow-roasting meat and he grinned: I won't give you any shit, but you didn't say anything about my stomach.

Brad chuckled but he was terrified of Ken vanishing again. None of them could imagine his Gift being responsible for his death, but none of theirs had been corrupted to the extent Ken's seemed to be. Because they were merged, Ken felt Brad's trepidation and mentally hugged him: Don't worry, B. I'm not goin' anywhere. We'll figure this shit out like we always do.

Verbally, Ken said, "This whole thing drives home our need `ta find a way `ta restore the Gifts. Doc, have you made any headway with the Companion?

Aaron said, "No, but after much consideration I do not believe awakening the Companion is the route to pursue. Allenor's technology was from the first creation, and so was the forge. God created Allenor's workshop as a blend of the two creations to craft the Gifts. We do not have such a facility, and I am reluctant to try to awaken the Companion solely in our creation. The orb it rests in protects it, but awakening it here might destroy it."

Lane asked, "Maybe we take it to the egg and try to awaken it there?"

Albrecht replied, "That is a possibility, but we have no lab there or means to accomplish it."

Bryan asked, "Do you think Eva could awaken it? Or maybe Németh?"

Aaron grinned and said, "You are brilliant, Bryan. Those are my next two options."

Lane fist-pumped the air and said, "Two points for Gryffindor!"

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On a busy street in Decatur, GA, two men appeared in a dark alley. One was powerfully built with a handsome but stern countenance. The other was slighter of build, also strong, but lithely powerful, sporting a short trimmed beard and a neatly braided ponytail. He carried a harp case on his back. The larger of the two glanced around, and his breath steamed in the chilly night air when he spoke in ancient Gaelic, "This place smells ... not only of the curse. What have they done to the air?"

Taliesin's wry grin showed as he replied in English, "It's called pollution, Áedán. You best get used to it while we are here. It's worse in the city. Remember to speak English."

Áedán gripped Taliesin's shoulders and turned him around, his eyes smoldering with deep love for the man he touched, "I will, Tal, but you can do the talking. We can use my native tongue to speak privately."

Taliesin returned his stare with laughter in his eyes, and replied, "I'll do the singing too if it comes to that. You sound like a bull in rut when you sing."

Cupping Taliesin's face in his rough, battle-worn hands, Áedán leaned forward to give him a gentle kiss. "I do not like it here. I already miss Heaven. Let us complete our task so we can go home."

Taliesin hugged his lover back. They hadn't had physical bodies for some time and he drank in the feel of Áedán's powerful form. "I miss Heaven as well, but you feel good. I'm making up for lost time, and all the years we wasted."

Despite their task, the two men held their embrace before parting. When they did, Áedán said in broken English, "So this girl. Bao. You know where to find her?"

Taliesin nodded, "Yes, but we need to find a place to stay first. She lives near here and I remember her haunts. I also want to take advantage of our being here to introduce you to a few things this time in the world has to offer – food trucks, pizza, and ice cream."

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A week later, Bao performed at Ed's Attic, a small, intimate venue known for local talent, in downtown Decatur. She played various stringed instruments but enamored the crowd when focusing on the violin. She played from her soul, a skill few humans ever learned, because Taliesin had taught her well. He spent years in her mind honing and shaping her skill, subjugating her in his plan to trap Bryan in a construct to force Lane to accept the Gift he carried for nearly two thousand years. The Gift he wished to divest so he could end his life.

Áedán knew everything that transpired between Taliesin and Bao. He knew of Taliesin's dark and tortured past, and his redemption and guilt over the pain he caused so many people. Warped by Charissa and the Gift, Taliesin left a wake of tragedy through the centuries by inflicting his pain and misery on others. Áedán owed The New Order an impossible debt for bringing Taliesin back to the light and saving him so they could be together in Heaven. Áedán understood Taliesin's dread in approaching Bao, but they both knew the importance of their task. The fate of their creation rested on the message Bao must deliver to The Order; a poem, or perhaps a prophecy, she had not yet written.

Taliesin managed to get a small table close to the bar in the rear of the venue. The place had low lighting at best, but the lights were dimmed further for the show. Bao's flawless performance allowed Taliesin to drift in her music with his eyes closed. Áedán found a bourbon-infused beer called Dragon's Milk, and although he laughed at the name it was potent and he quickly caught a buzz. Ed's Attic was packed – Bao was popular because she had learned not only how to play but how to perform. Taliesin muttered in Gaelic, "She is good. Better even than when I abandoned her."

Bao performed two sets lasting late into the evening. Áedán, despite being drunk, watched Taliesin carefully. He knew the difficulty of the musicians' meeting that was about to take place. After her last set, Bao went to the end of the bar closest to the stage and ordered food. Taliesin noticed she drank only water. She seemed naturally beautiful in the way of many Asian women. Her dark hair was short, but she no longer adorned herself with goth makeup, multi-colored hair, and face piercings.

A single note came out of the darkness at the other end of the bar. Another followed, and another as Bao peered in the direction of the sound. The patrons were mostly gone and the bartender and servers were cleaning up in preparation to leave for the night. Bao left her barstool, and as she made her way towards the sound, Áedán moved in front of her. He seemed a giant before her petite frame, and he held out his hand in greeting, "You play exceptionally well."

Bao smiled and said, "Thank you." Áedán's broken English and heavy accent, along with his handsome features, caught her attention. He went down on bended knee and took both of her hands in his. Confused, she started to pull away but he gently kept his grip and said, "Do not fear. People change. Listen to him and do not judge."

Even more confused, Bao asked, "Listen to whom?"

Taliesin moved forward and stepped around Áedán to reveal himself, "Hello, Bao." Her eyes filled with terror. The emotional anguish Taliesin infused in her returned instantaneously. Three things stopped her from fleeing: Áedán still gripped her hands; Taliesin was supposed to be dead, torn apart by protectors while saving Drew; and the tears on his face.

Áedán's deep voice cut through her reaction. "He means you no harm."

Something about Áedán calmed her. Trembling, she asked, "How can you be here? What do you want?"

Taliesin choked out his words, "I'm so sorry, my dear. I truly am. There are no words in English for the sorrow and regret that lie in my heart over what I did to you." He held Bao's gaze, and after a slight pause said, "It looks as if we both have changed. May we please talk? I will answer any of your questions in truth." He lightly smiled and nodded his head towards Áedán, "Like this big oaf said, you have nothing to fear from me, or him."

Eddie, the owner of the bar, had noticed the two men and the look on Bao's face so he called over to her, "Everything alright? You need me to get Gus?"

Without breaking her gaze with Taliesin she hollered back, "I'm good, Eddie. Can I hang for a while? An old ... acquaintance showed up and I'd like to catch up."

Eddie nodded, "I'll be here a few hours, you can stay `til then." His tone clearly indicated for her to let him know if she needed him. He was a good friend and very protective. He also knew the full story of what happened to her, although he didn't know who Taliesin and Áedán were.

Bao again asked, "How can you be here?"

Taliesin said, "I was sent from Heaven to talk to you."

Bao blanched and asked, "Me? Why me?"

Taliesin said, "You'd have to ask God that. I think He wanted to give us a second chance, but mainly because you are the only person He thinks can do what needs to be done. God works through people, Bao, and you are among them now."

Bao finally shed a tear but wasn't full-on crying. She swiped at her eyes and said, "I'm not ... that special."

Taliesin put his hands over hers, which were still held by Áedán, and she didn't draw back, "Oh, but you are! What talent you have is yours, I merely nurtured it. You are, in my opinion, and apparently God's, the preeminent poet, songwriter, and player of this age."

To deflect the conversation, Bao glanced at Áedán and asked, "Who's he?"

Still on his knee, Áedán lowered his head, put a hand over his heart and, with a deep voice said, "Artúr mac Áedán, at your service, my Arglwyddes y Llyn."

Bao looked confused, and Taliesin drolly rolled his eyes, "He is King Arthur of legend, and he just called you his Lady of the Lake, which I suppose is sort of true. I knew Nimue well, and while you bear her no resemblance, with your talent and God's interest in you, it is entirely possible that you are her descendant."

Bao's face expressed her disbelief, but Taliesin emphatically said, "Not kidding. There is so much I wish to share with you, but we do not have the time. I no longer carry the Gift and cannot speak to your mind or heart."

Bao asked, "Aren't you an angel or something? You've been in Heaven."

Taliesin chuckled, "No. Humans aren't angels and do not become them."

Bao studied Taliesin's face, and although he smiled, a profound sadness stared back at her and she asked, "Are you sad because of me?"

Taliesin's eyes became brighter with tears, and he said, "I'm immensely saddened over what I did to you, but my sorrow is deeper. I've been in Heaven for three years here, but there it's been an eternity. Heaven is unlike anything you can imagine... and to be here again, in a world ravaged by the curse and depraved humanity is ... difficult. I wish to complete my task and return."

As Taliesin spoke, Áedán pulled his hand back and moved beside his lover, put an arm around him, and kissed Taliesin's temple. To Bao, he said, "Listen to Tal's story first, and then we will tell you why we are here. You must hear it. Perhaps to forgive, but mainly to know."

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Taliesin's full sorry spilled out of him. He was the preeminent bard throughout mankind's history, and he wove his tale perfectly and precisely. Bao listened with an impassive expression. Áedán was unsure if she believed any of it, but she did. While she listened, the back of her mind replayed the lifetime she spent under Taliesin's domination and cruelty. As his story came to an end, Ed came over and set a fresh Dragon's Milk in front of Áedán, a tall glass of dark lager for Taliesin, and a glass of water for Bao. The three of them looked at him and he shrugged, "All that talk, whatever it's about, is thirsty work." He winked at Bao and said, "On the house. I'm closing in thirty."

Bao sat silently as she pondered everything Taliesin shared with her. He suffered for so many years, so many lifetimes... Bao was off balance even though she knew of The Order and believed everything. After being trapped in her mind for a lifetime and ruthlessly taught to perform by a sociopath, how could she not believe? Overwhelmed, she started softly crying. She had put her past behind her, and these two men from Heaven showed up and shattered the balance she had managed to find. She had enough anxiety over demons invading Atlanta, and Elegroth's voice pronouncing doom, and then Brad and Drew showing her mind and soul what it would be like to live free of the curse.

Áedán put a hand over hers and gently said, "It is much to take in. Tal does not ask your forgiveness. God has forgiven him, and that should prove his regret and pain are real."

Bao's countenance didn't change and both men wondered what she was feeling. After a full minute of silence, she asked, "So why are you here? We don't have much time. Ed's about to lock up and kick us out."

Taliesin said, "What I must share will take longer than that. Is there another place we can go?"

Bao hopped off her chair and began to gather her things. Taliesin silently helped her. The larger instruments she stored behind the stage and would come back for later. Her violin was put in a case and carried with her. She had to relieve her bladder and while she was gone Áedán and Tal looked at one another.

Áedán spoke in ancient Gaelic, "She is difficult to read. I don't generally understand women, but she is hurt. I think she has harbored hatred for too long and the truth angers her. You have stolen the hatred and now she doesn't know what to think. Without that foundation, she is lost."

Taliesin responded, "Then I hope what we must share will give her new purpose. God has a prophet in the world, but I don't know why he hasn't proclaimed what needs to be said, rather than Bao. She has suffered enough."

Áedán rested a hand on Taliesin's shoulder, "You are the smart one. God sent us here for her, as much as for the world. This could heal her."

Taliesin smiled, "You are right, of course. My brothers in The Order saved me. I shall do no less for her, especially since I'm the one who broke her."

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Áedán and Taliesin at first were surprised to find that Bao drove a large Ford Excursion, but seeing the custom instrument racks in the back helped them to understand. Taliesin smiled, "You've done well for yourself. These modifications did not come cheaply."

Bao's voice remained neutral as she replied, "I make a decent living from my music, but after you abandoned me my family found me and took me back. They are extremely wealthy and make sure I have what I need to be safe and they fully support my talent. My father prefers I live in the States rather than China."

Áedán said, "Your father is kind."

Bao cocked her head and looked at the big man. She was still aloof towards Taliesin but she was warming to Áedán. "Yes, he is. I sometimes wish I had never run away, but then we wouldn't be having this lovely meeting, would we."

Bao's apartment was an enormous and incredibly spacious converted warehouse. Taliesin noticed acoustic treatment on many of the walls and ceiling.

Bao said, "I'm going to make some tea to calm down. I'm still wound up after tonight's gig. I'm sure meeting King Arthur and the man who imprisoned me has nothing to do with that. Would you like some? Or coffee?"

Áedán nodded and said, "Coffee."

Taliesin said, "None for me, thank you. Just water please."

Bao puttered in the kitchen, leaving Áedán and Tal on their own in the living room. Taliesin wasn't nervous but he was rehearsing in his mind everything necessary to convey to Bao. Her aloofness towards him was worrisome and he feared she would focus on her anger at him rather than listening to his message.

When Bao came back with a tray of tea, coffee, and water, a ball of light appeared and expanded into the form of a tall, inhumanly handsome man wearing a vested, grey pinstripe suit, with his red hair pulled back into a neat ponytail. Bao's eyes went wide at the sight but he held his hands up and said, "Do not be afraid, Bao. I am Gabriel."

Gabriel's appearance pushed Bao over the edge and tears filled her eyes. The tension in her over Áedán and Taliesin, and the rekindled memories pulled back to her conscious mind, but the appearance of an archangel was more than she could bear. Covering her face with her hands she began to cry.

Gabriel's wings were not visible but he wrapped her in their comfort and said, "You have nothing to fear, child. Rest a moment." He gently moved her hands to look at her face and cupped her chin, raising her gaze to meet his beatific smile. The brightness of his aura reflected off her wet cheeks and bright eyes and she felt the warmth of Heaven fill her. It was similar to when Brad entered her mind but this was far deeper and more personal.

Bao stammered, "Wha... what's happening?"

Gabriel's voice, the Voice and Herald of the Most High, spoke to her heart, "I am here to share something with you. God knows your pain, child, and what Tal is tasking you to do. You are special, Bao, in God's eyes. Like all his children, He wishes to see you healed and whole, but under the curse that cannot happen, at least not entirely. Forgiveness can help, if you can manage it. You are not the only one here who has suffered."

With his words, Gabriel took Bao back in time, to live in Taliesin's pain. Like Raphael did to Henry three years prior, the archangel shared very specific memories related to Tal's journey from his initial downfall up to his redemption.

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A political creature, Charisa ruled The Order like a queen spider, spinning her webs of influence everywhere, ever weaving plots and schemes in a giant web of control. She never lied, which was against their mandate, but she manipulated the truth as a weapon few could stand against, and with Taliesin's Gift at her disposal, her rule was absolute.

Taliesin idly strummed his harp; he was witty, always making songs for her. She watched his long fingers and strong hands pluck the strings, the fingers that did amazing things to her when she permitted him.

A grossly discordant sound startled her. It was so out of character she opened her eyes to look. Taliesin sat perfectly still, his well-formed muscles tight and body rigid. His eyes were white, and she knew the Gift possessed him. When his mouth opened, the Voice that passed his lips was not his own and reverberated in her chamber, echoing with power. He looked at her, and she was unnerved. It was as if the voice spoke directly to her, which had never happened before.

When the Ten become Five and the Five become One, and a Darkness returns to Light,

A fortnight from the second birth of the Twice Born

The Circle will Fall by The Master's hand.

If the Mantle passes back from whence it came before the Circle falls

A New Order will arise – if not, Darkness will Reign until the Dragon awakes!

The magnitude of the words stunned her. She did not understand them but realized the voice spoke of the destruction of The Order. She knew Taliesin was vulnerable and open immediately after the Gift took him, and in those few seconds, she delved into his mind, wiping the prophecy from his memory.

Already in his mind, she took the liberty of looking deeper and realized how madly in love with her he was. His feelings nearly touched her, but she reminded herself she had to be above such things. She could not allow worldly matters, emotions, or pleasures of the body to distract her. To her, they were a weakness, and she hardened her heart against them. Altering his affections, she erased his love for her but let his fondness remain, more as a mother and older confidant.

What Charisa didn't realize was that his love was pure, touching his soul. His mind would forget, but his heart would not, and she had no idea her actions would send him into a downward spiral over centuries to follow. Taliesin's soul would turn his unrequited love into hate and self-loathing and lead him down a path of self-destruction and misery.

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Fury raged in Taliesin when he realized Lane read him, but even more, he was ashamed. Lane now knew every secret thought and desire, every deed committed over his entire life; every lie, betrayal, and manipulation. For the first time ever, Taliesin was overcome with shame, and not knowing what else to do, he fled.

He couldn't be there anymore. He couldn't face them. What one of them knew all of them would know, and he couldn't stand the looks they would give him. He would find his way back to America, or maybe he would stay in Avalon with Cavall.

Taliesin ran. He didn't know in what direction other than it was away, but the guilt and shame existed within him, and he couldn't outrun them. He ran until he was breathless, but it was still there. Faithful as always, Cavall ran at his side. Taliesin still had no recollection of how Cavall could be present, but he was, and Tal was grateful. One good thing from his past, at least, was comforting and present.

He lost count of the miles he ran in the hot sun, but his clothes were soaked through with sweat. Cavall loped alongside him as though out for a stroll. His tongue lolled slightly, but he wasn't tired.  Used to hunting with Áedán, this was no different.

Finally stopping, Taliesin fell to his knees, his chest on fire and heaving as he sucked air into his burning lungs.

Cavall plopped down on his haunches, pressed against Taliesin. At his master's side, as he should be, he lent Taliesin the comfort of his presence.

Still crying and hardly able to talk from breathing so hard, Taliesin managed to say, "I've made a mess of things, Cav. I can't go back. Not now. It's you and me."

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Bryan showed the keenest insight of them all. At heart, Taliesin was an artist, like Lane. A creative man, he was a poet and songwriter before he was a warrior. Each loss, each deed performed under Charisa's command, dug into his psyche and his soul, slowly chipping away at it. His unconscious mind created scabs over the wounds, and eventually, he became sociopathic to survive.

Already soul-weary by the time he fell in love with Áedán, centuries after Charisa altered his memories, Áedán's death was a noose around his heart that strangled what good was left in him.

The events up to and immediately after Áedán's demise were also made clear to them; Taliesin's desperate plea to Charisa to heal Áedán and his fear over what he would find when the chamber doors opened. The terror of wondering if Áedán would still be alive, and then discovering Charisa's cruelty as his body collapsed into dust... Taliesin's heart finally broke just hours before, and he was running on autopilot. Lane's Compulsion, forcing him not to hurt himself or commit suicide, was the only thing keeping him alive.

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Bryan asked, "Grandpop, can you tell us, if he died right now, where would you take him?"

Uriel's face showed surprise at Bryan's question, and he said, "I am not permitted to say."

Michael, Raphael, and Gabriel took an interest in what was transpiring and moved over.

Raphael spoke, "Try, Brother. If you are Forbidden, you will not be able to answer. I sense more going on here than we know."

Raphael glanced at Remiel when he spoke.

Uriel looked at Taliesin, and their eyes met, dark and pain-filled to ageless depth. Uriel looked at the River of Taliesin's life up until his interaction with Bryan and his brothers, where he could see no further.

Raising his eyes to the bright sky, Uriel silently invoked the Ritual of Passage. Based on what he saw of Taliesin's life, he expected his wings to be raven black, but they were so bright they outshone the sun.

With raised eyebrows, his deep voice rumbled, "There is your answer."

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Bao was not an observer of Taliesin's memories: she was him and felt everything he did. She thought her own pain significant, and it was, but it paled in comparison to Taliesin's suffering over two thousand years. Taliesin had shared his story with her earlier, but living it... Unable to speak, Bao sat trembling with tears running down her cheeks. Áedán poured her more tea and put the warm mug in her hands. The firmness of his touch helped bring her back to the present.

Gabriel softly whispered, "Be still a moment and drink your tea." His wings surrounded her and he rubbed her back until her trembling subsided. She looked at Taliesin, who stared back. His eyes were red from his own tears and he said, "I did not know Gabriel would do this. I'm sorry."

Áedán said, "She needed to see that, Tal, as harsh as it seems."

Gabriel touched Bao's temple and she fell asleep as he said, "Sleep the night, child, and wake refreshed. You still have much to do."

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Bao woke to the smell of bacon. She did not remember going to bed or changing clothes, but in a flash the previous evening came back to her. The light of day made things seem not quite so bad, and she wandered barefoot to her kitchen where she found Áedán stripped to his waist with a towel over his shoulder cooking breakfast.

Áedán said, "Well morn' to you. You would think at some point in a few thousand years Tal would have learned to cook. As mighty a warrior as I am, I fear the results of his efforts in the kitchen. I learned to cook over campfires while leading men into battle ... got a might good at it too. I made tea and coffee. Take your fill. Tal drank all your juice."

Áedán's prattle helped normalize her morning until she remembered he was King Arthur, but his friendly, competent manner calmed her. Taliesin entered the kitchen wearing only a towel and her eyes bugged out. His gorgeous body on display, with his skin damp and shining from the steam in her bathroom, sent her lonely libido into overdrive. She noticed Áedán's hungry look at his lover as well.

Taliesin said, "The shower is yours, Oaf, if you care to bathe this century." Turning to Bao, he said, "Would you mind if we use your washer? It will mean you get to ogle both of us for a few hours while we talk."

Bao flipped him off, but said, "Go ahead. You've already made yourselves at home. Why not." As she sat down at the table, she asked, "Is anyone else coming? Any more angels? Anyone from The Order?"

Taliesin said, "Well, to be fair, we had no clue Gabriel would show up. I'm sorry he did, for many reasons. Are you alright?"

Bao said, "I don't know yet."

Áedán put a hand on her shoulder and said gently, "It is much to take in."

Taliesin continued, "As for anyone from The Order showing up, they don't know we're here, and we aren't supposed to have any contact with them."

Bao asked, "Why?"

Áedán's expression became serious and he said, "When the Lord of Creation instructs you, there are no questions. One is obedient to His will."

His comment brought back the idea that she was chosen to do something out of her depth and her eyes teared up. "I still can't believe I'm supposed to do something so important. How?"

Taliesin took her hands, "The place within you where you go to write and play music will guide you. I have much to relay so that you will have all you need for your task."

Unabashedly, Áedán began stripping off the remainder of his clothes and ended up naked in front of her washing machine. Bao took in his physical beauty and his manliness, and her eyes widened at his endowment. Taliesin saw her look and grinned, and commented, "Yes, he's something isn't he?" Turning to Áedán, he said, "Quit distracting her, Oaf. Go shower while I start."

Áedán laughed and Bao smelled his musky scent as he walked by and she muttered, "I'm going to need new batteries after this."

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Bryan stood in the walk-in pantry with his tablet to take inventory and make a list for Sally to place an order. Drew walked in and casually put his arm around his uncle's waist. Bryan patted his back and asked, "What's up, Tiger?"

From Drew's angle, Bryan seemed even more of a giant, and he asked, "Uncle Bry, can we practice a new song tonight? I learned one but I need a drummer."

Bryan: Do we have anything going on after dinner?

Lane: Nope. Wait `til you hear him. He's been listening to Heart and wanted to learn Barracuda. He fucking rocks the electric guitar.

Bryan said, "I'm all yours, kiddo."

Aslan laid under a pile of children watching The Six Million Dollar Man when his tablet dinged and he asked: Ricky, would you check that?

Ricky laid against Aslan too, scratching his ears and occasionally his chin. Stretching his arm he couldn't reach Loy's tablet: Little help.

The tablet slid forward and Rick unlocked the screen. Hey, you have an email from Will.

Loy: Is everything alright?

Ricky: He's asking a favor. He switched his major at Gwinnett Tech to Veterinary Science and has to start an internship. He wants to know if you have a spot for him at one of your sanctuaries.

Loy: Holy shit, that rocks. Hell yeah, I'll make a spot for him.

Ricky: We haven't seen him in a while, why don't we pay him and Lucy a visit in person. Atlanta's six hours behind us, so when the kids go to bed it will be afternoon there.

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Trish Cambridge's face lit up when she saw who was at the door and yelled, "Will!" as her hand beckoned Loy and Rick inside, "How wonderful to see you!"

A blond bullet shot down the hallway, wiggling her butt so wildly she almost knocked herself over getting to Loy. Loy picked up the gyrating dog and let her lick his face as he exclaimed, "Hey, girl! It's great to see you too!"

Lucy also attempted to lick Ricky who had reached out to pet her.

Will exclaimed, "Mr. Barton! Mr. Crawford!" as he rushed to meet them. Somehow, amidst the turmoil from Lucy and Will, Loy and Rick hugged the young man, the dog, and Trish.

Loy read Will when they hugged, and he kept a straight face in front of Trish. To Ricky, he thought: I wasn't sure which direction Will was going in. Three years ago, I saw the potential, but he was still too afraid of what he felt because of Phil.

Ricky: Let's see how this plays out. It's his secret to reveal. He knows we're gay, so maybe he'll use our presence to come out to Trish.

Trish asked, "Would you like to stay and eat? I just put dinner in the oven and there's plenty. Phil isn't here so there will be extra."

Will blurted out, "Can you stay? That would be awesome! I wish Billy could come to see you too, but he has lab tonight."

Loy looked at Rick: Well, we can't turn down another dinner, can we?

Loy smiled and said, "That would be great, Trish. We have a lot to talk about, so we can cover most of it while we eat."

When Loy hugged Trish he also read her which allowed Ricky to understand her physical and emotional state. The sadness in her touched both men deeply. Phil had moved out to live full-time in the prophet's apartment, and Will wanted to leave home for school. She felt that Phil abandoned her, and the only joy left in her life, her son, wanted to leave too. There was no way she would hold Will back, and she felt guilty over Phil. She hadn't been unfaithful to him, yet she felt guilty for her sadness as if she was betraying her trust in God. Phil had been called to a higher purpose, and he put that purpose ahead of their marriage. On instinct, Loy pulled Trish into his and Ricky's collective heart. They didn't appear naked lest it make her uncomfortable. Startled, she looked around but before her fear took root she basked in the light of their love for her and each other.

Loy: It's alright, Trish. Don't be afraid. It will be easier to talk here, like this, where our emotions are open. There can be no deception here.

Trish broke down in tears, and the two men embraced her. She needed their hugs; she hadn't been touched, except for quick hugs from Will, in a very long time. Her soul, which had become more desolate than she realized, drank in their light. Loy and Rick cried for her and how the curse worked to enhance her suffering.

Ricky: I want to remind you that Phil wasn't called to a higher purpose. He's serving a penance for what he did and who he had become. Don't make him greater than he is. Yes, he's embraced his new role and repented. He might feel torn as well, but you two haven't spoken.

Loy: There's reason for joy in what he's doing and how he's changed, but you're collateral damage in the changes. None of that was intentional, but now you're lost. With Will wanting to leave, you'll be alone in this house because Lucy will go with Will.

Trish: Thank you for speaking so clearly. I get so caught up in the moment I forget how I got here. Our church rebuilt and there's a new pastor, but I don't feel welcome there. After what happened with Phil, and Billy's father and the other elders ... people are afraid of us now. It's like we're tainted.

Anger burned in Loy and Rick. As one, they shared the same thought, and Loy spoke to Trish's heart: Why don't you go with Will? There's nothing to keep you here, at least in the immediate future. Rent your home, and live in one of my animal sanctuaries. Raph can sure use the help administratively, and you'll see Will every day, and you get to be a part of something miraculous. Just as miraculous as what Phil is doing.

His idea seemed so simple but Trish burst into tears. The pressure around her heart vanished to be replaced by relief because Loy and Rick threw her a lifeline. As they did with Greg Rawlins, they crawled into the bottom of Trish's emotional well and came out with her.

Trish: I don't know what to say ...

Ricky: How about yes?

Trish looked at both men, so handsome and strong, the epitome of male strength and virtue who were nurturing and protecting her. Their arms were still around her and she rested her head on Ricky's solid shoulder.

Trish: Yes ... You know it's hard to imagine how long we've been neighbors. You lived across the street when we moved in and Will was still in diapers. You were always so nice and gracious, even when Phil was an ass. I'm thankful for you. I don't know what you are exactly, and how you can do all these things, but I'm grateful.

Loy chuckled: Well you know what they say – gay men make the best neighbors.

Trish laughed out loud, and for the first time in a while she was truly happy, with no weight on her heart: I can sure attest to that.

Rick: No time has passed, so let's get back in our bodies and eat while we arrange the details with Will.

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After Will helped set the table and everyone sat down to eat, Loy who knew Will was shy, started the conversation with, "I got your email, Will, about an internship. I think that's a great idea."

Will said, "Oh man! Thanks Mr. Barton, that's awesome. I'm going to miss Mom and Lucy, but it's only for one semester, maybe two. I really appreciate the opportunity."

Loy said, "Raphael Martinez, a good friend and associate, will take care of the details with the school and making sure you get full credit."

Will seemed tentative, and Ricky saw he needed a nudge and said, "Spill it, Will. What's on your mind?"

Will said, "I'm going to miss Billy too."

Ricky asked, "Is Billy in the same program as you?"

Will said, "Yes, sir. We started together and studied hard and both got accepted into the Animal Sciences Program."

Trish beamed when she said, "That was no small feat either. Out of over five hundred applicants, they only take eight a year and Will and Billy were two of them."

Loy asked, "Has Billy found a place to intern yet?"

Will blushed, and said, "I don't want to impose, but is there any way he could come too?"

Ricky said, "I have an idea. How about your mom and Lucy come too, and yes we'll make room for Billy."

Trish saw the look on Will's face at the news. She loved seeing him happy, and it dawned on her that Billy was more than a friend. With a wink at Ricky, she said, "I'm not sure what the living arrangements are going to be, but I'll need a separate place so that Will and Billy can have some privacy."

Will stammered, "Mom..."

Trish's eyes watered, and she took Will's closest hand, "Billy's more than just a friend isn't he?"

Will paled and started to cry and he asked, "Will you hate me if I say yes?"

Trish lost it and through her tears said, "Oh baby, no! Never. I could never hate you. I just want you to be happy. I see how happy you are with Billy. It makes sense now that I understand what you two have been showing me the whole time. You've always had my love and always will."

Will muttered, "How am I going to tell Dad? He's way more chill than before, but this will be a huge thing for him. I mean he takes care of Mr. Atkins."

Loy said, "Well I can't speak for Phil, but God doesn't have a problem with it. We've spoken to Him many times and He's never brought it up with us. Unconditional love is all that matters, Will. It's hard to attain that under the curse, but you have to try. Never stop trying. Try as hard as you can, and if you stumble find one of us and we'll help."

Trish blanched and asked, "You talk to God? You mean like pray, right?"

Ricky said, "After the first big battle in Atlanta, we announced to the world that we're nephilim. You know from the Bible what that means. God has spoken to us many times and, yes, we've spoken to Him – in person. Most of our contact is with The Dove, but some of us have interacted with the Trinity. They run the Waffle House on Buford Drive."

Loy winked and smiled, "How about them apples?

Loy and Rick merged and increased their aura so Will and Trish could feel the light of their unconditional love which they had felt once before, when Loy and Rick changed Lucy. She longed for it, and never forgot it, and now she bathed in it for the second time in one evening. Her soul drank it in and she cried. Will cried too, from the joyous warmth that washed over him.

When their light dimmed silence fell. Trish didn't know what to say or how to react. Loy switched the conversation to their minds to let her feel his emotions: It's just us, Trish. Loy and Ricky. We're the same guys who have always been your neighbors. We're just guys.

Trish: `Just guys' don't do what you did.

Ricky: Now that you know, has anything changed? Do you feel any differently towards Will now that you know he's gay?

Trish: No! I love him and want him to be happy.

Ricky: Then how is this any different? You just know something about us you didn't before.

Trish: Will being gay is one thing, but you're ... angels! This is going to take getting used to.

Ricky: No, we're half angels.

Loy laughed: When you're living with Will in the sanctuary, you're going to see a lot of things most humans never see but it will be awesome. Embrace it. There's nothing to fear.

After a short pause Trish gripped their hands with hers: I can't wait. Thank you. And the next time you see God, tell Him I'm grateful.

Loy smiled with unconditional love: He knows.

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In the darkness of the void, chained to the black rock, little remained of Julie Kinsington. The black rock was slowly consuming her, absorbing her, and the part of her face that showed on the surface expressed the intense agony of the process. Elegroth transformed her body into a golem to give him unlimited access to the second creation after her soul was absorbed by the rock, and already, more of her soul resided in the black rock than in her body. Elegroth watched the tips of her fingers move, and he pinched one off to examine it. His archonian perceptions viewed the tiniest life spark in that piece of flesh, and he dissipated it, and let the dust fall onto the stone.

A converted suit approached and said, "Master, there are nephilim of the second creation who seek an audience."

Elegroth's interest peaked and he said, "Bring them."

The suits eyes glowed green, and more of his brethren came out of the darkness to form a large circle. Raising their arms, tendrils of void energy seeped from their hands to form a translucent dome over and around them. In the center, ten nephilim appeared, and the suit that first spoke to Elegroth told them, "You are safe within the confines of the dome. Leave it and you will cease to exist."

Elegroth sat on his throne and leaned forward to peer at the young upstarts who dared to seek an audience, "What do you seek?"

Mikail, standing proudly, responded, "We wish to join you, and have a place in your new creation."

Elegroth smiled and said, "Who are you that I should allow this?"

Haughtily, Mikail stated, "I am the scion of the archangel Michael, whom you held prisoner. My brethren and I are the offspring of the ten most powerful archangels in our creation."

A creature blacker than the void itself appeared at Elegroth's side, and he asked the imp, "These creatures are from your creation, what say you? Should we allow them to join our cause?"

The imp leapt upon Elegroth's shoulder and whispered in his mind.

Rakail blanched: The Curse of Eden sits upon his shoulder.

Gariel: We knew they are allies.

Ukail: I do not like this. We should leave.

Bakail: How?

Jakail: If we back out now he will see it as betrayal.

Unbeknownst to the nephilim Elegroth heard their discussion as he listened to the whispers of the imp. His ally's power grew stronger day by day. Something changed recently after his interaction with the boy and his recovery accelerated.

Elegroth stood, moved to the edge of the dome, and said, "My ally says you are worthy. You may join my cause. I will make you a weapon to fight The Order in your creation."

Mikail asked, "You will not regret our fealty."

Elegroth's voice hardened, "See that I do not."

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Lane slept in Bryan's arms, his favorite place to be. While his body rested, his Avatar and Gift ignited to take him someplace else, and he instantly became aware of his separation from Bryan, his brothers, and his mentors. Paradoxically, Bryan, his brothers, and mentors still felt Lane's presence. Lane mumbled to his Avatar and Gift: Not fair you bastards. Show me what I need so I can get back.

Lane's intuition told him whatever was about to happen would be significant and he steeled himself emotionally. He stood on a rock that floated in space with an archaic styled arched wooden door behind him. The door had no handle but there was a keyhole. Immediately his mind brought forth the memory of a time before their Gifts when he and his brothers were in the valley. It was their first camping trip there as a group and Lane's Avatar gave him a song.

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As everyone listened, shared memories invoked by the music stirred between them, calling forth images and deep emotions. They hugged each other a little tighter in their hearts and minds, smiled, and sometimes cried through the journey Lane took them on.

The perfect night, the warmth of the fire, the loving bonds of their friendships, and the presence of the tree all came together, as they relaxed in a way they never could, even in the lab. Their stomachs were full, and the feeling of being together with their soul mates and their brothers was perfect.

As Lane finished the last song, the night fell quiet except for the crackling of the fire and an occasional pop of coals. The change was subtle, but they felt the otherworldly shift that accompanied significant and powerful events.

The moon, which earlier had been only half full, was now impossibly full and bright, filling the night sky. A red glow lit the rim of the valley as a mist formed on the peaks. The image was surreal, impossible, yet it was. Above the moon, the night sky filled with stars from the spiral arm of the Milky Way.

As strange as it looked, it felt right, and in that place, for a brief time, the veil lifted. Instead of the valley being on both sides at the same time, the valley was complete and one with both aspects of reality. Tonight, in that place, they knew anything was possible.

Lane: Okay, guys. Tonight is going to be a little different.

Laughing at Lane's comment, they hung shit on him for stating the obvious and looking up, he laughed at himself.

Lane: Yeah, well, there is that! What I mean is the song I dreamt is a little different. We're all a part of this one... and you fellas need to sing parts of it with me. Don't ask me why, but it's important. Bry and I will sing it through once, and then four of you will help with the chant and four with the chorus. We'll sing it three times total. I'll change instruments at least once, and Bry will cover the drums as usual. I'll guide you through your parts so don't worry, and get ready, ladies, because this is going to be awesome!

His eyes turned white and Lane lowered his head for a few seconds as he ordered everything in his mind. At the first chord, with their ears and their minds, power stirred in them and the air around them. Once again, with the authority of his voice and Avatar, Lane took them on a journey. He sang of how distant the light of Heaven was in the world, yet how it resided within them as a beacon for mankind to rally around. He wove the history of the doctor and Albrecht and The Order's fight against The Enemy, and how they all held a song within them humans would one day hear and know for what it was; the way home. He sang of The Enemy, and the dark nephilim, of Greg Rawlins's death, and how as brothers, they would never give up the fight and ride the storm of the battle they were in. Leroy was in the song and a stone, and mysteries and riddles they had yet to discover.

The first time through, everyone picked up the lyrics, and Lane directed Brad, Loy, Bill, and Darren in the chorus with him and Ken, Bryan, Rick, Kevin, and Patrick in the chant. For the chant, their deep baritones fit perfectly, and with Lane's guidance, Brad, Loy, Bill, and Darren kept in tune.

Encapsulating the past, present, and future revolving around them, images entered their minds as some of the lyrics became manifest. Others they had no clue about and imagined they pertained to future events or occurrences. The importance of the song went through them, and their Avatars tingled, glowing brightly. References to a hidden door and something stolen were meaningless at the time, but they were confident eventually the mysteries would become clear. On top of the lyrics, the melody was beautiful, simple, and elegant.

Shifting between his guitar and a violin for the middle verses, Lane's eyes remained closed the entire time, lost in the music. He channeled a song given to him by a higher power, and he was the perfect vessel, the grandson of Gabriel, Herald of the Most High.

The song was both a gift and an affirmation of their existence and the task set before them. Once it started for the second time, Ken's Avatar flared, synchronizing Bryan's, Kevin's, Patrick's, and Rick's. A sense of well-being and confidence occupied their hearts, leaving no doubt they were on the path set before them and fulfilling their purpose.

The atmosphere was euphoric, and while they knew they had the free will to go against their path, there was no desire to do so. Their drive and fortitude as men were present when the doctor first found them, and they wondered if maybe he knew even then. It wouldn't surprise any of them what he knew or was capable of.

As the song came to a close for the third time, they glowed like stars. Their energy centers were fully open, and a hot wind blew from the power that coursed between them, fanning the bonfire white-hot, but also soothing their skin from the increased heat. With their physical and spiritual natures completed in the valley, the power arcing through them stretched them, enhancing and increasing their capacity even further.

As always, the love they felt for each other as partners and brothers filled them, so powerful and intimate its beauty overwhelmed them. Tears flowed freely down their handsome faces even as they smiled, unable to contain their emotions. When the music finally stopped, each couple held one another in a close embrace, the energies hot inside them. A third of that energy was of the body, fueling their desire with a strength that could not be denied.

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Lane knew the door before him was the door referenced in his song. He had assumed it was the doors in Heaven at the temple, but technically those weren't hidden, just in a place forbidden by most. He moved to the door and ran his hands over the wood worn with age. His Avatar read the wood and he knew it was not only from Yggdrasil but from the heart root of the mighty tree.

Lane: Holy shit.

Unexpected anger flushed through him. His Avatar and Gift kept showing him things by always isolating him from his brothers. When he merged with them afterwards, they knew everything, so why did he have to be alone? Casting his senses out, he opened himself to where he was. He was neither in the physical or the spiritual planes, nor the pale. He was on some higher plane of existence that didn't seem connected to anywhere he had been before. His mischievous grin appeared and he spoke to his Avatar and Gift again: You fuckers. You think you're so smart trying to keep me all alone. Well sit right down in that chair right there and let me show you how it's done.

Lane stepped outside the arc of time. The place was quiet before but now no medium existed for sound waves to travel. The only sound was the song of his soul, which he embraced for the power he needed. Running his hands reverently over the wood, he listened to the song of the heart-root of Yggdrasil. The tempo was so slow that it was nearly immeasurable, and if he hadn't been outside of time he wasn't sure he would ever be able to hear it. It seemed like a heartbeat, but only an echo of a single beat. He became that sound and delved further into the wood. Bryan was Yggdrasil's protector, and Bryan's Gift was the seed of the great tree that this wood came from.

Speaking to Bryan through the wood he called: Bry. Wake up. I need you.

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Lane's voice came from within Bryan's Gift: Bry. Wake up. I need you.

As Bryan opened his eyes, his arms tightened around Lane's body. Lane had never touched him in that manner and Bryan was confused for a moment: Da fuck?

Lane giggled: Reach for me through your Gift.

Bryan's tattoos fluttered and the faint caw of Huggin and Munnin echoed in his heart as he touched his husband through his Gift. The touch was different and it felt strange. Nice, but strange. It was similar to when he learned to anchor Lane with his soul to prevent Lane from slipping into other realities before he mastered his Gift. Bryan appeared beside his husband and the door. His eyes darted around but his expression didn't change as he took in the rock floating in space: Where the fuck is this?

Lane: I'm not sure. My Avatar and Gift brought me here. I put a halt on what I presume is going to be some significant shit. I'm sick of being isolated when shit happens and I don't want to go alone. I want you with me.

Bryan: We should bring all the sissy fuckers.

Lane: I'll wake up the brainiacs through the veil. You do the fat asses ... what about Ken?

Bryan's eyes hardened: He's coming. I'm not putting up with any no Gift bullshit.

Lane fist-bumped his husband: That's what I'm talking about.

The two men merged and their light washed over the door. Bryan held one hand against the wood and gripped Lane's hand with his other. His tattoos fluttered and he became his Gift. The other bodies were connected to the valley as its protectors and through their Avatars Bryan spoke in their minds: Wake up, sissies.

Lane touched the veil as he had seen Brad do by making a parting motion with his hand as if he were moving a curtain. He had never tried to touch it before because it wasn't his Gift, but it was a part of Brad. He heard Brad's song in it, and in the first language of their creation, he whispered Brad's name. The souls and minds of their brothers, merged by Lane, appeared with them. Naked, they were like magnificent gods surveying their creation. Darren felt the place within him, and Pat perceived ripples waiting to burst forth when the door opened. Bryan ran his hands reverently over the door and felt his kinship with it.

The Dove appeared and his light embraced them along with his smile: Hello again.

Their eyes looked questioningly upon him and his returned gaze met the eyes of each man.

Bill: Okay, I'll bite. Why are we here?

The Dove: As my third children, this door is another part of your heritage. Whether you open it will determine the course of the third creation. It has stood waiting for you in this place since I brought it into being. It can only be opened once and only one of you is the key.

A thread of shared anger over the perpetual cryptic nature of everything they dealt with sparked in their collective soul.

Brad: Have you ever made a creation without strife? Where there was only peace, joy,, and love?

The Dove: Yes.

Ken: I'm guessin' it didn't go so well.

The Dove: Such a place, with no sadness, grief, or pain lacks free will in the truest sense. You have felt agony in your trials. Would your love for one another, for humans whom you protect in the world, be as meaningful? Would it touch you the way it currently does?

Bryan: I get that, but there has to be more to it. If everything is circular, why have any creations at all? Is all this for you?

The Dove met Bryan's eyes, and for a moment Bryan became lost in them. God's love stared back at him unflinchingly, and that love pierced him more beautifully than any other time including his love for Lane and his brothers.

Bryan's epiphany overcame him: It's for us.

The Dove embraced them all with His light and was gone. His potent touch left them stunned and they embraced each other, basking in the mix of God's love and their own.

Loy: Will we ever love like that?

Ken: Yeah. Might even be the end goal.

Lane: One day we're going to snatch that damn pebble from his hand, and walk on the rice paper without leaving footprints.

Everyone burst out laughing and Darren said: Caine only hated one man ... the man who stole his shoes.

More laughter followed, and when it died down, Kevin thought: Well, if nothing else came out of this, we have another TV show for the kids.

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While Bryan cooked, the rest of the guys hung around the den and kitchen.

Ken: Can we get back `ta that door?

Dar: Does Loy...

Before he could get any further Loy interrupted: Enough with the woods already!

Dar: Okay, the answer is yes, bossman. Man, it's really far out there. It feels like it's at the tip of my left little toe.

Ricky: That's what that smell was.

Dar laughed: Fuck you, junior.

Loy: I intend to do just that.

Ricky: Not as Aslan! That fucking hurt!

The kids, out of their lessons for the day, came running into the den. Brett made a beeline to Bryan and asked, "What's for dinner, Uncle Bryan?"

Brett had his arms around Bryan's waist in a hug and Bryan leaned over and said, "It'll cost you a kiss to find out."

Brett moved his arms around Bryan's neck, kissed his cheek, and Bryan said, "Hop on."

Brett jumped and swung around so that he hung across Bryan's back and rested his head on Bryan's shoulder, peeked over, and exclaimed, "Crack enchiladas! Oh boy! I love those!"

Kevin asked, "Crack enchiladas?"

Tommy snickered, "He means butt crack enchiladas."

Without skipping a beat, Bryan slid his sweatpants down to expose the top of his crack and the boys howled. Bryan's grin vanished when Olive gasped, "My lord!"

The men cried from laughing so hard and Bill said, "Spank him Olive!"

Teesha and Chloe made their way to Loy, begging, "Can you do Aslan?"

Loy said, "After your homework is done, yes. We have a new TV show for you guys. I'm sure the boys will love it, but I'm not sure about you two young ladies."

Chloe said, "Mrs. Beasley thinks it's going to be great!"

Loy tickled her ribs and said, "Well that settles it then. If Mrs. Beasley is on board, we know it's a winner."

Drew asked, "Are we still on tonight, Uncle Bry?"

Bryan said, "You bet. Let's watch an episode or two of the new show and then I'm all yours."

Lane asked Drew, "What are you cooking up?"

Drew actually looked sheepish and said, "You've heard part of it but I want to get it right before you hear the whole thing."

Lane lifted Drew up in a hug and swung him back and forth a few times while kissing his cheek, "I know it's going to be awesome, like you. I can't wait."

Drew's sudden mood shift told Lane whatever he had planned was extremely important to him and he asked Henry: Is something up?

Henry: No but he's been a bit preoccupied with it. He has scraps of paper with notes and cords all over the place. He's put a lot of time in it, to impress you. It's nice to see the distraction from everything else he has going on.

Lane's mischievous grin appeared: We can always introduce him to PornHub.

Henry: Oh hell no. Aside from the fact that he's only ten, there aren't enough towels in the base to handle it. I'd need a case of Febreze just to keep his room tolerable.

Ken: That's my nephew.

Henry: You guys aren't living with it.

Ken: You want me `ta talk with him? He needs `ta learn self-control. I can make it another part of his trainin'.

Henry: You know that's a good idea. I remember being his age, but it's worse for him. The incarnations magnify everything, including being horny. Eleven thousand little boys who never reached puberty live in him. They are living it through him now and it's starting to worry me.

Aaron: I apologize, Henry. I should have realized the extreme nature of his situation. I will help.

Henry became emotional and his mental voice resonated with everything in him: He's such a great kid. He handles all the shit so well, but he should have a semblance of a normal childhood. This is just one more thing that is so far beyond normal... I feel sorry for him. I mask it so he won't catch on, but I do.

Every one of Henry's brothers increased their presence in his heart and soul and their collective voice and love expressed: We're with you Henry. You aren't alone and neither is Drew.

Lane: Don't say it!

Henry laughed and swiped the tears from his eyes and said: Thanks, guys.

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Ken: Hey, B.

Brad: What's up?

Ken: I got an idea.

Brad: Oh oh. Should I be worried?

Ken: Shut it punk - that's my line and the answer is no.

Brad sensed a seriousness in his husband that wasn't often present when they weren't training or fighting: So what's up?

Ken: I wanna go `ta Atlanta for a few hours. I wanna hit Waffle House and the Mall and walk around. I wanna listen `ta some Christmas music and see decorations.

Ken's request sent Brad a huge red flag and he delved into his husband to merge with him. Ken usually lived in the moment and didn't focus on the pressures, but the lack of his Gift, especially since his recent disappearance, was bothering him more than usual. He felt the weight of all creation on his back – his Gift was the linchpin that would allow their success or without it, their failure. Brad saw everything, and Ken knew it, so Brad said: That sounds like fun. Who knows? Maybe Frank will show up to fry up some heavenly hashbrowns.

Ken's stomach rumbled and the corner of his mouth rose: You did that on purpose.

Brad: You know me as well as I know your stomach. You have a PhD in Brad Wilson; I have one in Ken Habbersham, or your gut anyway. And definitely in Ken Jr.

Ken: It's gonna be cold in Atlanta. It's mid-afternoon there so let's hit the mall first. I haven't gotten you anythin' for Christmas yet so maybe I can get some ideas. For the kids too.

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Ken and Brad were surrounded by the loud noise of the overcrowded Mall of Georgia.

Ken: Maybe this wasn't such a good idea.

Brad's Avatar lit up under his shirt and jacket and the mall sounds dampened to background noise. Ken's eyes brightened and he choked out: Thanks.

Brad was worried but masked it. To draw Ken out of his current thoughts he said: Remember the day in the food court here when we met Drew? Our lives changed forever that day, as much as the day we received our Avatars.

Ken: Yeah. I especially remember you kickin' Doug's bitch ass and makin' him shit his pants. I wish Drew still thought I was Iron Man. I miss that.

Brad: He worships you, you know that right?

Ken hung his head: Yeah, I know. I don't wanna let him down.

Brad: You won't. You can't.

Ken: But B... without my Gift everythin' we know, everyone we know, is gonna cease to exist. Even with my Gift it's not a sure thing, but...

Brad stopped and Ken walked one more step before he stopped and turned. Standing there in his casual shirt and open jacket, his short hair slightly ruffled, his five o'clock shadow in full effect, Ken looked as angelically handsome as ever.

Brad: I love you, Ken. We're going to find your Gift, or it's going to find you. It's looking. I don't know what's going to happen..., but like you always say we'll face it together. I'm with you no matter what. We all are.

The dam of emotions in Ken burst and full tears dripped from his eyes. Brad closed the distance and embraced him, holding him as tightly as he could. He didn't say anything else, just held his husband who needed him in that moment. He set a compulsion for people to ignore them. In their signature full-bodied hug, Ken burrowed his face against Brad's neck.

Ken immediately laughed at himself: Who ordered the fuckin' waterworks. I'm sorry B.

Brad didn't lessen his grip but he moved enough to kiss Ken's temple and then rested his chin on Ken's head.

Ken asked: You know what one of my favorite things is that's ever happened at Christmas? That night we were puttin' up the tree in our house and I proposed `ta you. Another one of those life changes.

Brad: Mine too. I cherish that memory. Both our lives changed that night.

Ken: I'm better now, let's keep walkin'.

Brad maintained his compulsion so they could walk undisturbed and also kept them tightly shielded from any stray human emotions. Ken's Avatar stayed active, and the part of it that came from Pat let him see into people and understand them. He saw their happiness, sadness, and anxiety; he saw their health, too, and various diseases or conditions.

Ken's stomach grumbled and Brad chuckled: Let's hit the food court.

Brad: What about Waffle House?

Ken: What about it? Think appetizers.

The noise level would have been insane if Brad wasn't toning it down for them. He knew how sensitive Ken's hearing was, and even though he could manage, he didn't want Ken to feel even the slightest bit of discomfort. Especially when he was off balance as he was tonight.

Ken: I feel like a Gyros, how about you?

Brad: I can do that. Grab us a seat and I'll get the food.

Ken took a minute to find a bench capable of handling his weight. Memories of meeting Drew, and finding Brad on the floor of the bathroom replayed in his mind. The mall and the Waffle House across the street held so many memories. Ever alert, his eyes darted around observing everything, looking for threats or any sign of danger. His training ran too deep to ever let his guard down.

Brad: They still have your favorite. BBQ chicken and cheese wrap with mushrooms. How many feta dressings do you want?

Ken: One per wrap and one extra. Ask `em...

Brad: Extra crispy curly fries. They said no, but somehow the cook is going to leave them in the fryer an extra minute. The things I do for you.

Ken's little kid grin appeared: It's funny as shit `ta me. You have the power `ta destroy demons and you use your ability on a cook to make my fries crispy. Another reason I love you.

A few seats away Ken noted a middle-aged man eating alone. He seemed perfectly ordinary on the outside, but Ken saw a deep sadness in him. Not suicidal, but sad. Ken increased his aura slightly to uplift the man's spirits but the results were the opposite of what he expected. The man stopped, remained perfectly still, breathed heavily, and began to cry.

Ken: Fuck.

Brad: What?

Ken: I fucked up. I wanted `ta make him feel a bit better but it backfired.

Ken was good with people and knew what happened. Often people get used to dealing with sadness and pain, and sometimes find a balance that lets them get by day to day or even moment to moment. They never find happiness, but they manage to find a place where they survive without feeling anything. Ken's aura shattered what balance the man managed to find.

Brad: Want any help?

Ken: Naw, it's my fuck up. I'll fix it.

Ken had created his first construct only a few feet from where he sat. At the time he was desperate to save Brad from all the minds in the mall invading his consciousness. He remembered seeing through thousands of pairs of eyes simultaneously and hearing the inner voices of all the people under the curse. Ken was fully trained now, and while not a mentalist, his mind was open. He created another construct of the food court but with just the two of them. When the noise stopped, Jeff was panicking when he looked up from his food. The food court was empty except for a man a few seats away.

Ken smiled, "Hey Jeff."

Jeff still cried and Ken felt his terror.

Ken quickly said, "There's nothin' `ta be afraid of. I just wanna talk with `ya. I'm sorry I made you feel bad. It wasn't my intent."

Jeff stammered, "Who... who are you?"

Ken said, "My name's Ken."

Jeff asked, "What's happening? Where is everyone?"

Ken said, "They're still here, makin' all that noise. I wanted `ta talk in private. This is happenin' in your head."

Jeff seemed dazed and simply said, "Oh."

Ken wasn't sure where to start. His understanding ran so deep in Jeff that at first all he saw was a jumble. Jeff didn't want to die, but he didn't want to live. He was numb to the world, and didn't care about himself or anyone else. He just existed. Breaking one of his own rules, Ken looked into Jeff's memories.

Thirty years ago Jeff was happy. He was single but had friends, a good job, all the things a man of his age should have. The world started changing in ways that seemed to pass him by, and Ken realized some of those were due to The Master's influence. Jeff loved the internet and social media, but over the years it ate at his happiness. He stopped caring and his health worsened. His friends slowly disappeared and he became used to being alone. Now, he preferred it. He stopped feeling, and he found Ken's aura painful. The few times that Drew let the world know what it would be like without the curse also were painful, and cracked the shell Jeff lived in.

Ken's eyes watered as he looked, and Jeff asked him, "Are you alright?" He asked out of politeness, not concern. He wanted what was happening to end so he could finish his food and leave.

Ken replied, "I'm still figurin' that out. I'm gonna be fine, but you..."

Jeff looked blankly back, "What about me? You're one of those guys from The Order right? Supposed to fix everything?"

Ken said, "Yeah."

Jeff asked, "Why are you here in a food court instead of saving everyone?" What do you want with me? Do you want to help me so you feel better about yourself? Isn't that the way the world works these days? It's really all about you and not me at all."

Brad appeared and Jeff didn't flinch, he simply looked at him.

Brad said, "If we were human, what you said might be true. What Ken did was out of love for you whether you believe it or not."

Jeff asked, "Who are you?"

Brad smiled and said, "His husband."

In a bad Dana Carvey impression Jeff mimicked The Church Lady character and said, "Now isn't that special."

Ken said, "We should head out B, and let him finish eatin'."

Brad: Are you sure?

Ken: Yeah. He doesn't want what we offer. That sucks but he's not in a place where he wants `ta change. I saw everythin' about how he came `ta be where he is. It's not his fault. It's mostly The Master's but also ours. His troubles started close to the time we were created. Without realizin' it our Avatars started changin' the world. He got brushed around by changes he didn't ask for. It's not that he wasn't strong enough `ta face `em, but he didn't have value anymore. He's another casualty of the curse, and if I thought he wanted `ta change even in the slightest I'd make the effort, but he doesn't. He'll just keep on livin' like he is until this creation ends. I don't feel puppet strings here. He's just a random guy in today's world we came across while out for a stroll.

Brad listened and his eyes watered more and more as Ken spoke. He cried for Jeff, Ken, and the state of the world. Not everyone was like Jeff, but there were more people like him than there should be. Brad wished they had not encountered Jeff that night. Ken was already off balance and didn't need what happened.

Ken: It sucks, but I'm okay with it. Mainly cause you're here.

Ken said, "It was nice `ta meet `ya Jeff. Merry Christmas."

Ken dissolved his construct and the three men went back to their bodies. Brad made himself, Ken, and their food invisible so Jeff couldn't see them. Brad picked up their loaded tray of food and as they stood to move to a different area to eat, their Avatars and Brad's Gift reacted with ferocity. Demons crashed through the glass windows facing the parking lot, and mass hysteria ensued.

Ken: Fuck!

Brad took them down in time to formulate a plan, and the bodies of humans froze with expressions of terror on their faces, cleaved in two from green glowing swords. Shattered pieces of tempered glass lacerated the skin and clothes of those nearest the windows.

A rift from the void opened and Elegroth physically stepped through: You were foolish to come here.

Brad reached for their brothers but Elegroth blocked him so he tried touching them through the veil, but Elegroth's sword slashed through the fabric of the veil itself and Brad screamed in pain.

Ken: B!

Brad: Fuck, that hurt!

Michael's armor and sword appeared on Ken in a glorious flash of light as he intoned Michael's name in the first language of the second creation.

Elegroth: Yes... call Michael. I haven't seen him for ages. Bring others to the slaughter.

Ken: B, focus on the demons and gettin' people outta here. I'll tackle Dickhead.

Brad: But you don't have your Gift...

Ken: He's here physically and I can cut him `ta shreds. It won't kill him but it'll make him hurt and right now that's all I care about, other than keepin' you safe.

Ken almost felt relief. His feelings needed a physical outlet, and other than becoming `that guy' for Brad and exhausting himself, pitting himself physically against evil, where he didn't have to hold anything back, was just as good. Elegroth stood near the outer doors to the food court and Ken flipped through the air to land in a perfect battle stance. His Avatar shone as brightly as his armor illuminating the entire area. Amidst Ken's light, Michael appeared with a host of angelic warriors.

Michael: I am with you, my grandson. You and Brad cover your ears.

Gabriel's horn shook the entire city as the skies opened up in response to the fallen archon's presence...

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Bryan stripped off his shirt as he sat down at his summoned drum set. The drums were beautifully adorned with the mosaic design and colors of his Avatar: Ok hot stuff, what're we doing?

Drew: I want to play you what I have so far. I'll do it once so you can figure out your part.

Bryan: You're the boss.

Drew summoned his electric guitar. (The nice thing about constructed instruments is they didn't need amplifiers or power. Their sound resonated around them perfectly.) As soon as Drew started, Bryan recognized Barracuda, and his eyebrows rose. Drew played it as well as Heart ever did. What surprised Bryan was that Drew's instrument played the bass and the electric guitar parts simultaneously as he split his perception across both instruments. Lane could do that but he had never seen Drew do it. Without an Avatar he wasn't sure it was possible until he witnessed it.

Bryan immediately knew his part and had a hard time holding off. He liked the song from the 1970s and Drew played it flawlessly. When the song ended Bryan was beaming: Holy shit, Tiger. How did you learn to do that?

Drew sheepishly said: I've watched Uncle Lane do it and it took me a while, but I figured it out. Are you ready?

Bryan winked: Does your Uncle Loy shit in the woods?

Loy: I heard that. You know, I do, quite often actually, take my dumps in the bathroom and not the woods.

Lane: Yeah, we know. Burns my nose hair every time.

Bill: Maybe we should put scented candles in the can.

Kevin: Open flames are not a good idea. One of us might blow up the base.

Dar: Blow up or blow out. Take your pick.

Drew giggled and tapped the side of his guitar: One, two, one, two, three...

Drew and Bryan synced as if they were merged and at the end of the song both wore glowing smiles: Fuck yeah, Tiger. Sorry, I mean hell. That fucking rocked. Sorry.

Drew: I don't care if you cuss. Do you think Uncle Lane will like it?

Bryan: I think he might. He might even sing with us if you ask him. Let's go through it one more time and then we'll call him in.

After a slight pause Bryan thought: Come here, kiddo.

Drew moved over, Bryan pulled him into his lap, and then hugged him tightly: I can't tell you how awesome you are little man. I'm super proud of you.

Bryan's praise warmed Drew's soul and he hugged his uncle back with all the strength in his arms: Thanks, Uncle Bryan.

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Lying on the couch with his head in Pat's lap, Darren was getting his scalp massaged while Loy, as Aslan covered with children, watched another episode of Kung Fu with David Carradine. During the slow-motion fighting scenes, the boys made the bionic sound effect from The Six Million Dollar Man, combining their love of the two shows.

Dar felt Elegroth's rift as soon as it opened and yelled: We have a breach!

His Gift ignited and he searched within himself to locate the opening: Fuck, it's in Atlanta where Ken and Brad are.

Instinctively the men at the Congo merged and reached for Brad and Ken but hit Elegroth's shield.

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Ken: Alright fucker, why're you here?

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Across the street from the Mall of Georgia, as the chaotic scene unfolded, the Cosmic Waffle House lay dark. When Elegroth's rift opened, the jukebox flickered to life and Lane's The Humbling River echoed through the empty building. The place was outside the arc of time and the music played as events slowly unfolded. Deep tones filled the restaurant and echoes of the smell of Ken's favorite hashbrowns lingered over the dark, cold grill.

Nature, nurture heaven and home

Sum of all, and by them, driven

...

Pay no mind to the battles you've won

It'll take a lot more than rage and muscle

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Within Thomin's vault, the Mantle brightened as memories of the incarnations imprinted within it spoke to one another.

Aaron: We must try again.

Jonathan: I concur. He cannot succeed against the fallen archon without The Mantle.

Albrecht: What if our attempt kills him?

Akhan-Itzal: He is strong. He will survive.

Phaygyen: He is mighty but The Mantle's corruption is severe because of us. His Avatar already rejected us once.

Charisa: We have no choice. He cannot prevail without his Gift.

Other voices spoke but the consensus was clear. They must try to save Ken from Elegroth. His chances of survival were slim regardless but were greater with The Mantle when facing the fallen archon on his own.

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With Elegroth focused on Ken, Brad whipped and tied scores of demons within the veil by pinning their arms and wings so that the angels could destroy the parts of them that came from the second creation. The gem in Michael's new sword swirled with power from both creations and the void, and sliced through both as he became a whirlwind of death to Elegroth's forces. The demons were thick, and more poured forth from the rift, keeping Michael from reaching his grandson. Ken held his own, and his love for Brad pushed him to be more than Elegroth's physical equal. He swung his blade so quickly and fiercely that it left trails of light, and green and white sparks flew as their blades met.

Brad and Ken both sensed their brothers' presence. Ken was confident they'd find a way regardless of Elegroth initially blocking them. The caw from Huggin and Munnin pierced the battle as the two massive ravens soared through the mall. Wherever they went branches and roots of Yggdrasil sprouted to pierce or confine their enemy. In an emerald flash of power Bryan appeared, his eyes slitted as he breathed Leroy's fire. Darren brought the rest through Bryan and the full might of The Order joined the fray. As Ken started to grin, demons descended upon him in such numbers that he fell beneath them.

Brad: Ken!

Elegroth: I told you, you were foolish. Without you, The Order will fall.

Ken struggled and his Avatar shone as brightly as ever, but he was overwhelmed by sheer numbers. He spun, slicing through his enemy as his Avatar exploded with light, and just as Elegroth's blade pierced that light, it went out.

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In the Waffle House, There's a New World Coming came to a close, and another CD flipped down and started to spin another of The Dove's songs – Turn, Turn, Turn, by The Byrds.

To everything there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven:

A time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, a time to reap that which is planted

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As Elegroth's sword descended to strike, Ken's Avatar went dim and the colors muted. His face blanched briefly, and his expression stilled as he vanished.

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Brad: Ken!

Elegroth: What deceit is this?

Henry appeared in his armor and lightning branched out from his sword to incinerate nearby demons and clear the area immediately around where had Ken vanished. Through his archonian senses Henry perceived a remnant of Ken's presence, but unexpectedly, also the presence of two others: Aaron and Albrecht.

With his target gone, Elegroth had no interest in remaining so moved back through the rift. Henry saw the imp sitting on the black stone, peering through from the darkness, and his stomach lurched at the sight of a human hand and foot not fully melded into the stone. The bone structure of the hand and foot were feminine in form, with runes carved into the bone and flesh. The hand still bore a wedding ring that Adam recognized through the merge.

Adam: Julie! What did you do to her!?

Elegroth chuckled as the rift sealed: Yes, Adam Kinsington, your wife betrayed you all. She gave me full access to your creation once again.

The rift sealed but the remaining demons continued their slaughter of any humans within reach. Without Elegroth's protection the demons became fully vulnerable to The Order's Gifts. Kevin's eyes blazed white and he released the binding of their existence. His power touched both creations and the demons dispersed without even a scream.

Brad translocated to Henry which was where Ken disappeared. They had no idea how long Ken would be gone, but if his disappearance followed the same pattern he should reappear where he vanished. Michael and the other archangels, their faces glorious but grim, alit beside them. Brad's focus was on Ken, but the humans needed them and he could not abandon them.

Huggin and Munnin cawed as they flew once more around the food court before returning to Bryan's forearms. Yggdrasil's branches and roots brightened, emitting its life energy and Bryan channeled that power into his husband. Gabriel blew his horn once more, and Lane shaped the sound into a mass of healing that spread through the humans. Darren's eyes flashed white and all the glass fragments, whether on the ground or embedded in bodies, transmuted to air.

Michael: I will stand vigil with you until Ken's return.

Brad: Thank you. He almost died last time, so we have to be ready.

Despite Lane's healing, the humans needed more help, and the angels flew around assisting anyone in need. Their bright, loving auras helped to fend off the aftereffects of Elegroth's butchery and lingering evil.

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Phaygyen spoke a language unfamiliar to Ken. He had a strong body, thick with muscle, and the leather armor against his skin was more of a harness leaving most of his chest exposed. The bright sun felt good on his bare skin. The day was hot and he sweated profusely even though he was not exerting himself. People he knew and trusted surrounded him, speaking in their native tongue. Even though Ken didn't speak it he understood their intent. He felt odd being Phaygyen and living someone else's life.

Phaygyen: Our grove is strong, but we must plant more trees. Darkness is quelled though remnants hide in shadows. Our resolve must not falter or the darkness will grow again.

Phaygyen's people looked at him, their leader who was victorious over the Enemy army. His queen brought forth holy oil and Phaygyen went to his knees. She poured the sacred oil over his head and when the rivulets ran down across his thick shoulders it seemed to momentarily change color. The oil became a prism when it caught the sun and a symbol appeared on the ball of Phaygyen's shoulder. She gasped when Phaygyen looked at her because his eyes were emerald green rather than dark brown.

Pain shot through every fiber of Ken's being as his Avatar manifested and touched the Mantle Phaygyen bore. He tried to scream but his agony was so great that no sound came out. The Mantle thrust Ken out of Phaygyen and into a dark place.

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Barely breathing, Ken shivered and sweated. Each cell in his body was on fire and he had no strength to move. He had never felt so wretched. A cool hand caressed his forehead and a voice he recognized but hadn't heard in years said, "Be strong, my Bruce. I'm here." A soothing, damp washcloth wiped his face.

Another voice said, "I'm here too, fucker. Get your shit together and fight off whatever this is."

His eyes were still closed, but Ken whispered, "Mom? Rich?"

Rich chuckled and said, "That's Dick to you hombre. Yeah, it's us. We had to come and kick your ass in gear. You're layin' down on the job."

Gladys kissed his forehead and Ken opened his eyes to see his beautiful mother's face inches from his own. Tears spilled down Ken's cheek and he whispered, "Mom. How?"

Gladys said, "Save your strength, dear."

Rich said, "It's going to get worse before it gets better, hombre. You have to suck it up. It's going to be hard. The hardest fuckin' thing you've ever done, but you gotta do it."

Through the fog of pain, Ken tried to focus, "Mom ... I miss you. Can you stay?"

Gladys' tears dripped on Ken, and she smiled the most beautiful smile Ken had ever seen, "No, dear. You must get back. Brad and everyone are waiting for you. The world needs you. I'm so proud of you. Everything you are. You and your brother are more than I ever hoped for."

Rich took Ken's hand, "This is gonna hurt, fucker. Be strong. I love you, brother, more than ever. Get this shit done so we can have a beer and I can kick someone's ass for calling you gay."

Their voices faded as Ken drifted away. He held out his hand, desperately reaching for them but they were gone and the pain returned, worse than before.

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Aaron and Albrecht, merged with their sons, realized through Henry's archonian perceptions what their presence in Ken meant. Their epiphany was so profoundly shocking that the two men were dazed. Ken's first disappearance was caused by his Gift calling him into a former host. They had no idea which host that was, but Aaron and Albrecht had both led The Order at some point in its history and had borne The Mantle. Henry's sense of their presence made clear – The Mantle was Ken's Gift!

Aaron: Albrecht! How could I not have realized this?

Albrecht: How could we not have realized it, love. All these years it's been in plain sight and we never realized. Before our knowledge of Allenor and his forging of the Gifts, we thought The Mantle was responsible for their creation – we never imagined it was a Gift as well. This makes so much sense.

Aaron: It lies in Thomin's Vault. All this time...

Darren: If it's in the vault how is it doing this?

Aaron: The Gifts, like your Avatars, are not bound by the laws of magic as we know them. Apparently, Kenneth's Gift is able to at least partially circumvent the vault's shielding.

Shock ran through all of the men at their mentors' revelation and the puppet strings that orchestrated everything for Ken's survival.

Albrecht: Thank goodness the shielding works as it does. If Ken's Gift were not in the vault, sealed away and inaccessible, it would kill him as soon as it became a part of him. It must be cleansed first or it will destroy him.

Brad: Why didn't I see it?

Lane: Hell, why didn't any of us see it? We weren't supposed to? That sounds like too much interference, and that's not the way God rolls. I do see puppet strings in all this but not in the way we think.

Aaron: You are correct, my boy. This bears considerable thought. We must wait until Kenneth returns, assess his condition and make sure he is safe and sound. Then we can proceed with a plan. Approaching Thomin most likely will anger him and fail. Part of his agreement was for me to perform a task, which he may or may not honor, to get it back. His relationship with us is currently amicable, but his fickle and capricious nature makes his reaction entirely unpredictable.

Kevin: We need two things from him. Ken's Gift and the unawakened version of Orophir's dagger.

Brad: First things first. Ken has to be alright, or everything else falls apart - especially me.

Everyone held Brad closer in his heart. He masked his anxiety and worry well, but with his soul bare to them they all saw it. Ken was as dear to them as he was to Brad, but Ken was the other half of Brad's soul and that made it worse for Brad.

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Brad, his brothers, and the archangels stood in a circle around where Ken vanished. They prayed he would return to the same place, and predicted his condition would be severe.

Raph wanted to help but stayed at the Congo base to field questions and make a formal statement through their website about the incursion. The following day he flew to Washington to meet with General Hammond about the matter. The general was not happy but held no anger nor blamed The Order.

Loy and Ricky were gone half days helping in the animal sanctuaries, and their brothers assisted as needed. The entire project was at a crucial stage and Loy could not neglect it. Ken wouldn't want him to. Albrecht put the spirit harness on hold to allow Darren's full attention to remain on Ken.

Aaron fully explained the reason for his and Albrecht's presence in The Mantle. It retained the memories and collective knowledge of its hosts, each of whom had led The Order at various times in their lives.

While present in the mall and awaiting Ken's return, the guys were cleaning up the damage that the demons caused. Many people wanted to get a closer look at the guys and the angels, but the angels kept a perimeter with their wings. Humans could not cross and the angels did not respond to anyone's questions; however, a tall man wearing nice but casual clothes approached the angels and pointed at Ricky, asking, "Is there any chance I can talk to that guy over there?"

Ricky heard him and glanced over. Moving in and out of the angels was actually a bother, so he asked: Dar, can you set me outside the ring for a minute?

The man jumped when Rick appeared in front of him but he quickly recovered. Ricky asked, "What can I do for you?"

The man held out his hand and Ricky took it. "I'm glad to meet you for real this time. I'm Keith Gates."

Ricky's eyebrows rose and he asked, "Have we met? I'm sorry but I don't remember."

Keith blushed and said, "Well, about three years ago I called you a fucking moron as I drove by you and your buddy. Your car was blocking traffic and I was in a hurry. You did something to me... I'm not exactly sure what, but you changed my life and I've always wanted to thank you but never thought I'd see you again. When you guys were on TV I figured you had to be one of them. I tried sending a message through your website but didn't get any reply. I'm sure you get asked by millions of people to meet... Well anyway, I wanted to shake your hand and let you know how much I appreciate what you did for me. I've never been happier."

Loy: I remember him. That was when Dolly was being tortured and my Avatar reacted. It was the trap by the amalgam in Augusta.

Ricky: Fuck. Yeah, I remember when he yelled at us, my temper snapped, and my Avatar literally blew up and shredded the emotional knots in his psyche.

Keith said, "Look, I can tell you're all upset about something so I don't want to take any more of your time. I just wanted to take the chance to say thanks, so I'll leave you be."

Loy: Talk to him, Ricky. I'll join you. We can grab some food.

Ricky said, "It is a hard time. One of my brothers is missing and we're waiting for him to come back. If you'd like to grab a bite to eat with me and my husband we can talk for a few minutes."

Keith's face lit up and he said, "I'd really like that. I'll be happy to buy you lunch for your time."

Loy appeared beside them and Keith jumped again. Loy chuckled and said, "You have no idea how much we eat. We'll let you off the hook on that bill. I'm Loy by the way."

Loy held out his hand, and when their flesh touched, Loy instantly knew everything about him. He perfectly recalled the encounter and shared it with Ricky.

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They were blocking traffic, and cars behind them started honking their horns.

Ricky: Fuck, I'll be right back, Loy. I need to get the car out of the road.

Hopping in the Explorer, Rick quickly pulled it off the road. A man in the first car behind them rolled down his window, yelling, "Get out of the road, you fucking moron!" flipping Rick off as he sped by.

Rick was usually an easy-going guy, but with what Loy was experiencing plus his own empathy over the cruelty of Dolly's torture, his temper flared. With the man's mind closed, he only looked at the world through the window of his narrow, single-minded existence. The world revolved around him and his needs, and he didn't have the ability or the desire to see outside of himself, becoming outraged over the simple act of having to slow down a few seconds.

Rick's Avatar pulsed brightly, and a crack of thunder rolled across the clear sky. Staring at the man as he sped by, Rick's eyes turned white behind his sunglasses. In the spiritual realm white energy arced from Rick's shoulder, surrounding the man and quickly disappearing inside him. A stunned look crossed his face, and he shut his mouth as he drove off.

His name was Keith, and most people who knew him considered him an asshole. His humor crass and biting, he was often rude and obnoxious. In his brief encounter with Rick, Keith's life changed forever, and from that day forth, people he knew hardly recognized him.

Emotional knots within Keith, knots he spent a lifetime building didn't just unravel, they snapped. With sudden clarity, Keith realized what a jerk he was and how shallow, and from that day onward, he became a different man. For the remainder of his life, he could never explain his life-altering change to anyone, but he was a much better and happier person.

Rick's encounter with Keith only lasted a few seconds, and he was quickly back with Loy as he anxiously paced along on the side of the road.

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Ricky and Loy spoke with Keith and enjoyed listening to the changes in his life. He was nearly unrecognizable from the person he used to be. Their lunch was a needed respite from everything happening with Ken and the state of the world. It proved that even small changes on a personal level could make a difference.

Keith couldn't believe how many wraps Loy and Ricky both ate and Loy chuckled as he said, "That's why we let you off the hook. We're bottomless pits."

After finishing lunch, Loy said, "We should probably get back to it. It was a pleasure to meet you, Keith. Thank you for sharing your changes with us."

Keith seemed hesitant but asked, "Why don't you do to the world what you did to me?"

Ricky paused a moment and said, "It's not that simple. You caught me off guard in our first encounter. We were stressed and in the middle of a catastrophe and I reacted in anger, which I usually don't do. We are here to save the world. There's a plan in motion and big changes are coming. Be patient, and be glad you got a jump on everything."

Keith's eyes became glassy, and he shook their hands one last time as he said, "I count my blessings. Take care, and I'll pray for you all." He turned and left with his shoulders held high. Loy and Ricky vanished to appear back in the ring of angels.

Loy: That was nice.

Lane: You just wanted a third lunch. You guys are single-handedly keeping the food court in business right now.

Ricky: I've seen you put away more than a few, junior. Don't sass us.

Some small banter and shit talk followed, but the mood was still serious as they waited for their brother and captain to come back to them.

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Taliesin and Áedán gathered their things in Bao's apartment. They had performed their task of giving Bao all the information she needed to perform hers. Taliesin said, "I wish you well, Bao. God knows you're the right person for this, and I do too."

Áedán's smile melted Bao's heart and sent shivers down her spine at the same time. "I as well, young maiden. It is time for us to return home."

Bao asked, "To Heaven? That seems so crazy to ask, but is that where you're going?"

Taliesin nodded, "Yes. It's been difficult being here. Once you've been there, being in the world again is not particularly fun. No offense, you've been a great host, but we are ready to leave."

Bao said, "I'll do my best. I started working on it last night."

Taliesin grinned, "I know. I peeked at your notes. Sorry not sorry."

Bao punched him in the arm and said, "You shit. I'll miss you both. As much as I think this whole thing sucks, I'm glad you came. I don't hate you, Tal. I did for years, but I get it all now. I owe you the life I have."

Áedán replied, "Wisely said. There is great power in forgiveness. It frees the soul, and you are now able to do what is needed. Farewell, my Arglwyddes y Llyn."

Bao asked, "So how do you get back? Call an Uber?"

Taliesin chuckled, "Something like that, but we'll leave through your door."

A long, heartfelt hug ensued between the three, and solitude wrapped around Bao when the door shut and the two men were out of her life again.

She whispered, "Shit. Oh, well..."

Sitting at her dining room table littered with note sheets and pens, she continued her province.

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The cold morning made their breath steam. Áedán kept an arm around Taliesin's shoulder as they strolled along the busy Atlanta street. Seeing people out with their dogs sparked another sadness in Áedán and he mumbled, "I miss Cavall."

Taliesin glanced up and Áedán knew that look so asked, "What did you do?"

Taliesin slyly stated, "Before we left, I asked for a favor. It was cheeky, I admit, but I miss Cavall too, so I arranged to see him before we go back.

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Cavall, in the Congo, watched the fight with Elegroth in Atlanta. His silver eyes perceived everything, regardless of the distance but he was content to stay with Drew as his protector. He found great joy in being with his Steward and the life he now led, but he still missed his former masters. He dreamed of them often thanks to Granny Wolf. A scent caught his attention and he sprang up immediately. How could that be? He smelled Áedán and Taliesin and bolted down the hall. His yelp of happiness resounded through the base as he leapt into Áedán's arms, licking his face with fierce happiness. His entire body wiggled and gyrated like a puppy, and Granny Wolf was pleased to see him so happy.

Amidst the licks, Áedán said, "It's good to see you, my dearest companion. I've missed you terribly."

Cavall tasted their tears and whined in happiness. Taliesin said, "Me too, Cav. You're doing such a great job here. Drew could not have a better protector."

Taliesin heard a loud sniff and a hiccup and he turned to see Drew, three years older than the last time they were together. Hot, thick tears dripped down Drew's face at the sight of Taliesin, and he launched himself forward, gripped Tal around his waist, and pressed his face against him.

Taliesin blanched and mumbled, "Oh my. You weren't supposed to see us."

Drew kept repeating, "I'm sorry, Mr. Taliesin. I'm sorry..." The memory of the day Taliesin died, when he sacrificed himself to save Drew came back clearly in his mind.

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Taliesin said, "Drew, there are some doors further in. If you see your chance, run, and I will hold them off. You must escape if the opening presents itself, do you understand?"

Drew cried out, "I won't leave you!"

Grimly, and not unkindly, Taliesin said, "You must if you wish to survive, child. If the fight drags out too long, you know The Master will arrive, and unless you wish to face him today, you will have to flee. I am not trying to be cruel, Drew; I am being honest. If you wish to survive to meet your brother on your terms, which I assume you do since you ran away from everyone you care about, you must run if you get the chance. I will do my best to give you the chance to carry out your plan."

The smile on Taliesin's face was one of remorse. "I know all about running to survive, Drew. Trust me on this, child."

While Taliesin spoke, the `suits' and Protectors gathered at the entrance to the alley. There were perhaps thirty in all, at least two Protectors for every `suit.'

At that moment, Drew realized Taliesin wouldn't survive, and Taliesin's death would be his fault for running away and needing help. The impact of that hit Drew hard, and it was a weight he didn't expect.

Reverting to a little boy out of his depth, he cried. He didn't wail, but he couldn't talk from breathing heavy and hiccupping. His vision blurred with thick tears, and he felt a rough tongue on his face as Cavall licked his tears as if telling him everything would be alright.

Taliesin sadly smiled and rested a hand on Drew's shoulder, saying, "Watch for your chance and be ready. Be brave, Drew, and bring all this to an end. You are the only one who can."

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Following those words three years prior, Drew watched Taliesin die at the hands of The Master's protectors. The guilt he carried over that death stayed in him, although he now understood how and why the events came to unfold as they did. Taliesin pressed his hand against Drew's back, holding him tighter. "It's alright, boy. Everything worked out as it should. Hold no sorrow for me or your actions. Saving you that day allowed my redemption and for me to be in Heaven with my true love. Everyone's happy."

Drew wept.

Áedán set Cavall down and the dog kept circling all of them, whining his happiness, and Áedán said, "So you are the warrior of legend. I am pleased to make your acquaintance, young Master Drew. I watch your deeds from Heaven."

Drew's crying ceased, his forehead creased, and he asked, "You do?"

Áedán nodded sagely, and with a glint in his eye, he said, "Yes. We both do. The world is fortunate to have you, your father, and your brother. You take great care of my mutt, here, and I am thankful. He could have no better master than you."

Not knowing what else to say, Drew mumbled, "Thank you. Cav's the best."

Taliesin hugged Drew one last time and said, "We must go. You were not supposed to see us, but no harm done I suppose. Tell everyone, especially Lane, hello, and God willing we will see them again one day."

Cavall sat down and leaned against Drew who put his arm around his faithful companion. Cavall's solid presence comforted him, and his own presence comforted the hound. Suddenly the scent of his old masters vanished, and Cavall knew they were in Heaven once more. He whimpered quietly, but Drew scratched his ears, "It's okay, boy. They're happy, and you have me. We have each other. Want a treat?" Cavall's tail wagged and he followed Drew into the kitchen.

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Drew returned to class with Cavall in tow and Sally and Shan saw he had been crying. Sally asked with concern, "Are you alright? Did something happen?"

He swiped at his eyes and said, "I'm fine, Miss Sally. Just thought of something that made me sad."

Chloe scooted her desk closer to his and held Drew's hand. She saw his sadness, not the cause, but the aftermath, and her presence was a huge comfort. Drew kept a hand on Cavall's head and gently scratched his ears. Sally watched and knew something had happened but didn't want to bring attention to it and upset Drew. She would talk to Henry about it when he returned to the base.

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Brad predicted Ken's return and Lane concurred. Pat saw the ripples build, and precisely three days after vanishing Ken reappeared. As before he was unconscious and looked horrible but not so badly as the first time. His muted Avatar was spiritually and physically septic, but his heart still beat. Already prepared with their sources of power and encircled by angels, Lane and the rest of Ken's brothers sent a powerful white rope of healing into him. This time, however, the rope met resistance and stopped before it touched him. His Avatar rejected the energy they sent which hit the wall of Ken's conviction. Ken's body tried to convulse but he asserted his physical control and prevented the spasms.

The harder Lane pushed the more severe Ken's reaction and Brad and Ken both screamed: Stop!

Ken: N... no... Gifts. Only Avatars.

They had never tried to separate their Gifts from their Avatars because they were naturally enmeshed, but the guys' training, on top of their love and concern for Ken, pushed their need. Lane took them out of the arc of time and Brad thought: He's reacting to his Gift again, and this time ours too. Go old school, from before we had them and only use our Avatars.

They took some time, where time didn't move, to untwine their Gifts from their Avatars. The Gifts resisted, not wanting to leave the hosts they were created for but Ken's will pushed them. Henry was with them, focusing his love and strength on Ken to support him while his brothers worked out the paradox needed to save Ken.

Brad's intellect finally thrust the answer to the forefront of his conscious mind: they had to mask themselves. Brother Jalaam had to do it to protect himself when he traversed the veil. Lane had to do it to trick Taliesin's construct into letting him enter and save Bryan. Ken and Brad masked themselves when they crossed the veil to find and rescue Bill.

Brad: It's simple. We can't separate them, but we can hide them. We've done it before.

Upon the first try, they realized their Gifts were so much more powerful that the simple trick wouldn't work – the scale of their presence in creation and how plugged into it they were wouldn't allow it. They required far more power to achieve what they needed.

Brad: Lane...

Lane: On it.

Lane's Avatar was tied to the music of creation before he had his still corrupted Gift. Lane listened to the music of their Gifts, the beautiful harmonic songs that were part of their souls. He channeled the collective strength of his brothers and inverted the music.

Ken collapsed in relief: Fuck. Thanks, guys. I didn't know how much more of that I could handle.

Using only their Avatars, Lane sent another rope of healing into Ken and this time relief flooded through him. His Avatar brightened and his skin returned to its normal color as they restored him. Michael, unable to assist, rushed to Ken's side as soon as he was himself again. Fully merged and in the paradox of their existence, everyone held him physically and spiritually, though Michael could only link with them. With their minds and memories combined, Ken understood that The Mantle was his Gift and all he thought was: Fuck. Right under our fuckin' noses.

Brad: We have to figure out how to restore our Gifts. You can't get near yours before that or it will kill you.

Ken: If this happens again it might kill me anyway. Third time's the charm. The truth of his words and the probability that he was right put a damp cloud over their hearts.

Aaron: We must have faith. This situation is extreme, but no more so than any other we have faced.

Albrecht: Aaron is correct. We must hold together.

Bryan: Fuck this shit. I'm back to wanting to punch God in the kisser.

Most of them felt the same.

Brad: We need to get back to the base and let the mall get back to normal. We've disrupted the Christmas season enough.

Kevin: We also single-handedly kept the food court in business.

Ken's stomach emitted a torturous growl and his little kid grin appeared: All this shit happened before I gotta bite. Fuckin' Elegroth did that on purpose.

As Michael put his hands on Ken's shoulders, he concurred: Most likely. He is, as you say, a dick. Once again, my grandson, you survived, and through all of this I am proud of you. But now I must take the hosts back to Heaven and leave the mortals be.

Ken gripped Michael's forearms and squeezed firmly: I love you, Grandfather. Thanks.

In the physical realm Michael stood. The other archangels whispered farewells to their grandchildren and transformed into balls of light before vanishing. Slowly the noise level increased as the onlookers expressed their surprise and disappointment.

Ken chuckled: Michael called Elegroth a dick. Progress. Fuck yeah!.

Brad: I'm getting our food to go. I don't want to eat here.

Bryan: I'll get Drew and the kids something from DQ.

Bill: You spoil them, Bry, but they'd love you anyway.

Bryan: Food is my only weapon against Aslan.

Loy: Yeah, I am the undisputed Lion King and fuck all ya'll and your petty shit in the woods jokes.

Shit talk returned their emotions to normal. The mentalists began broadcasting a compulsion to ignore them while Bryan got blizzards which Darren kept cold for the kids, and Brad got Gyros with extra feta dressing for himself and Ken.

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After drowning Ken with hugs and kisses the kids dug into their frozen treats. Sally was annoyed at the interruption of their lesson but Henry distracted her with a promise of "the python" making an appearance after dinner.

Even with his treat, Drew seemed subdued and Ken said, "Hey Tiger, come sit with me." Ken pulled him into his lap, wrapped his arms around his nephew, and asked, "Why the long face?"

Henry: Sally, did something happen while we were gone?

Sally: Yes, but he won't talk about it. I was going to bring it up later.

Drew's thoughts churned. Bryan's treat didn't backfire but it brought back memories of eating Dairy Queen when he met Ken and Brad the first time. His memories cascaded through the last three years but focused especially on watching Taliesin die. Unexpectedly, Drew merged with Ken and the two of them appeared naked in their souls. Ken still held him, but now his love for Drew shone even brighter in that place: What's wrong?

Drew: Mr. Taliesin was here. And Mr. Áedán. He's nice. I like him. I told Mr. Taliesin how sorry I am because he died saving me. He said not to be sorry because everything worked out like it was supposed to, and he's happy.

Ken relived Drew's encounter and hugged his nephew tighter: He's right, for all kinds of reasons. Don't be sorry.

Drew: I know I shouldn't but I still feel it. And Mr. Áedán said Cav is mine now, and to take good care of him. Will Uncle Loy be mad?

Ken: Naw, he'll be too busy takin' a dump out in the woods `ta be mad.

Drew giggled, and Ken kissed the top of his head: You're somethin', you know that? I need `ta tell everyone about Tal showin' up. You okay with that?

Drew nodded. Ken knew that Drew wanted a short span of private time with him for reassurance that his beloved uncle was really alright. Each of his uncles held a unique role in Drew's life, and Ken was his biggest hero next to Henry. Before Drew took them back to their bodies, he fixed Ken with his adult look, held out his finger, poked Ken in his solar plexus and said, "Ow! That hurt." Ken's emotion thickened his throat as Drew said: You've never stopped being Iron Man, Uncle Ken.

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Elegroth remained quiet in the second creation, and there was no contact from the RL's in the first creation, so The Order assumed nothing was happening there as well. Henry took Drew to visit Eleneth for a few days, and to check in on Orophir. Ken and Brad spent time on ZEUS where Istariel, Alariel, Telcharan, and Ruviel swam with them during the day but left at night to give them privacy.

Darren and Albrecht were ready to test the harness and Darren's voice entered everyone's minds: Time to kick the tires on this thing and see what happens. Loy, you can contact the owl spirit.

The harness, which was really a suit of armored links and plates, became too large and unwieldy, so they moved it close to Yggdrasil. It was also closer to the spirit nexus. Darren translocated everyone, including Tag, Olive, Shan, and all the kids. Bryan planned a bonfire to make smores in honor of the anticipated success

Lane: Holy shit, Dar, this thing is huge.

Bill: That's what Sally says to Henry. Some of the guys nicknamed Sally the `python whisperer' for keeping both Henry and Adam satisfied sexually. Sally punched Bill's bicep for the joke but laughed with everyone.

Albrecht's eyes gleamed with the look they all came to recognize when he achieved something he was proud of. His craftsmanship made the harness possible. The massive net of linked silver runes and plates shining in the bright sun spread out across the grass.

Albrecht: Loy, you may commence.

Loy, with Ricky behind him, stepped forward and his eyes turned amber as he raised his arms. Ricky pressed against Loy from behind and wrapped his solid arms around his husband. Loy's Avatar and Gift ignited and Ken felt a slight twinge.

Brad: You okay?

Ken: I think so. Fuck I hate this. I'm gonna have `ta be careful and keep my distance from you guys if Drew isn't around `ta shield me with his dome.

Loy: Come, my friends.

In their mind's eye, the spirit nexus lit the sky and at Loy's command, a white funnel formed as spirits came forth from the nexus. Slowly, under Loy's control, the tail of the funnel touched the runic armor, and it began to expand.

Chloe blurted out, "It's pretty, Mummy!"

Smiles broke out at her exuberance and Kelly said, "Yes, sweet, it is. Now let's be quiet and watch the lights."

As the harness filled, its form became evident, and before long, a smaller version of Leroy hovered in the air before them. The head and claws were silver plates, and its body was lit by the swirling pool of the nexus itself. It was magnificent. A loud screech pierced the air and the great owl spirit manifested to merge with other spirits occupying the harness. The eye sockets in the metal helm were slitted and glowed brightly – the harness was both beautiful and terrifying to look at.

Aaron: Love... this is truly your greatest achievement. It is magnificent.

Loy: Circle the valley. We need to determine whether all the links are secure.

The newly inhabited harness hovered and then quickly gained speed as the owl followed Loy's instruction. Lane slowed their perception of time and Pat examined it with his understanding which was magnified by the other bodies. They did their best not to engage their Gifts with Ken present, and only used their Avatars. Everyone experienced Loy's exhilaration from being one with the nexus, the power of which was an extension of his will. The sun glinting off the silver runes made the harness look as if it was covered in gems while flying through the valley.

Bryan: I can't wait to see it at night. It's going to be even more beautiful. I wonder what Leroy will think.

Leroy: IT HONORS ME.

Bryan: You eavesdropping fucker! I'm glad you like it!

Pat: I don't see any weak spots. The solder joints are completely solid. Nary a crack in sight. Snickering ran through their link, and when he glanced back, Pat saw twelve magnificent asses confronting him, and he corrected himself: Other than the fine derrieres among us, that is.

Olive chuckled: Oh, heavens. You aren't men, you're children.

Shan: They are fine, Momma, you gotta admit.

Tag: Remember Mama, you alwayz sez the children'll lead us.

Ken looked on with pride at what his brothers had accomplished: You guys rock. Everyone who contributed did fantastic. I'm proud of you. I can't wait to see this thing in action against some demons.

Lane sniffled and swiped at his eyes: We have fucking Falkor on our side now.

Bryan: God I love my nerd.

<><><> 

Ken, because he couldn't sleep, lay still so as not to wake Brad. His spinning thoughts encompassed the changing events, but mainly his own situation. His Gift was killing him but he had to get it. They knew where it was, but ironically the fact that it was in Thomin's vault was the only reason he was still alive. Until they found a way to restore or purify their Gifts, his especially, they couldn't win.

Brad kept them merged so that his unconscious mind listened to Ken's thoughts, and his arms automatically tightened around his husband in response. Ken spoke directly to Brad's unconscious mind: Stay asleep, B. I'm getting' up for a bit.

He had to pee, but he also wanted time alone to ponder everything. He wandered naked into the kitchen where he made no noise in case anyone else was out and about, and he flipped the switch on one of the three coffee makers. The aroma instantly hit his enhanced olfactory senses which caused him to breathe deeply. Sally had freshly ground beans of his favorite flavor and her thoughtfulness touched him. She always paid attention to small details and went out of her way to make their lives better.

Ken quieted his mind by using his bright and still centering flame. Albrecht taught him years ago how to not think. He also learned that emotions were stored not only in the mind but in the body as well, especially emotional trauma. An hour passed when what was bothering him finally showed itself. He was sure Brad knew it, but Brad learned from Ken that giving someone space to work out their own issues was often better than intervening. He was afraid, and fear was an emotion he had not experienced in years. As the epiphany hit him, Ken heard someone enter the kitchen and he opened his eyes to see Raph getting coffee. Ken was so motionless in the dark that Raph didn't see him. When he turned to the table and saw Ken, their eyes met, and Raph was thankful that he hadn't screamed like a girl.

Both of them asked, "What are you doing up?" at the same time and they smiled. Ken continued, "You're supposed to be focused on gettin' a full night's sleep."

Raph nodded, "I know, but this is planned uptime. I have a teleconference in a few hours on the other side of the planet and need to have my notes in order. Part of the job. You want some alone time?"

Ken said, "No. Sit for a few and drink up. Sally used the good beans."

Raph took a sip, which seemed loud to Ken in the quiet room, and he grinned, "She sure did. Lucky us."

Raph turned on the under-counter light beneath one of the microwaves and sat down. Now that he was able to see better he asked, "You alright? You look like a man with a problem."

Ken took a deep breath and said, "Just thinkin'. There's a lot goin' on."

Raph asked, "Is this about what's happening with you and your Gift?"

Ken nodded and said, "Partly, yeah."

Raph asked, "Have you seen The Ten Commandments? The old one with Charleton Heston?"

Ken answered, "Yeah, a long time ago."

Raph said, "It's one of my favorites. I know it's just a movie but there are parts of it that really resonate with me, especially now. With everything I see and do day to day with you guys and what you've done for me... Anyway, near the end of the movie, I always wonder about how humans forget things so quickly. After all the miracles they witnessed – the pillar of fire, the parting of the red sea, all that stuff – when Moses goes up to talk to God and get the tablets, the people revert to their old ways and make the golden calf. I mean, they were first-hand witnesses to God's miracles, and they still did that. Their faith ran out the damn window at the first opportunity. It helps me deal with people today. I'm under the curse, too, but I live with you guys so it's different for me. It keeps me from being mad at them and reminds me of how messed up everything still is."

Raph's words sank in. "I mean, they were first-hand witnesses to God's miracles, and they still did that." Ken's eyes brightened in the dim light as he realized he was guilty of acting just like those humans. Ken and his brothers were miracles themselves and had accomplished and witnessed untold miracles in their fight against The Enemy. Ken realized his faith in everything – himself, his brothers, even God – had faltered, and that's why he was afraid. He had died twice, yet he still lived. He also realized his ego was in the way – he was putting the pressure from everything on himself. If Brad or any of his brothers died it was still all over. He admonished himself and chuckled as he thought: Time `ta eat my own fuckin' dog food.

Raph noticed Ken's expression change as they sipped their coffee. Neither man saw The Dove sitting next to them listening. He could hear them no matter where He was, whether He was corporeal or incorporeal, but He was there because he loved them.

Ken's throat was thick but managed to say, "Thanks, Raph."

Raph raised his cup towards Ken and said, "You're welcome, brother. Now I have work to do, so if you'll excuse me I'll let you go back to thinking."

As Raph stood, he put a hand on Ken's bare shoulder, pushing down a little to help himself get up, and he chuckled, "Damn, I forget how solid you are." He patted Ken's shoulder, and in the light from under the counter he realized Ken was naked. He laughed harder and said, "I should have known you'd be naked. You guys love being naked."

Ken's little kid grin appeared and he said, "You do too. Admit it."

Raph said, "I'll admit you guys like to be perved on but I'm not there yet."

They both laughed and Ken shot him a bird as Raph disappeared down the hall. The Dove smiled at their banter and the relief He saw in Ken. Raph's wisdom manifested in Ken, and his fear and ego dissipated to nothing.

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As Ken crawled back into bed and snuggled against his husband he kissed his cheek. Brad felt Ken's hardness against him and he reacted in kind.

Brad: Are you okay?

Ken: Yes, and epiphanies make me horny so get ready.

Brad: Damn, I need to keep a jar of those handy.

Brad merged them more deeply and he lived Ken's conversation with Raph. He followed Ken's mental path through his realizations leading him to no longer feel the thread of fear and apprehension that had been present since his last episode. Being serious, Brad took Ken's face in his hands and locked their eyes together: You don't have anything to fear. Yes, what's going to happen will suck balls, but I and everyone else is with you in this. You've never been alone.

Fresh tears dripped from Ken's eyes as he thought: I know. I was bein' a dumbass. But what's wrong with suckin' balls – do we have `ta stop?

Brad's hands lowered to cup Ken's rock-solid glutes while he slid down and started sucking his balls: There's nothing dumb about your ass. Mine, however, has had a relapse and needs a lesson from Ken Jr.

In the spiritual realm their room washed out from the brightness of their loving souls. The Dove watched His children and the love they shared spiritually, even more than physically, and He was pleased.

<><><> 

As close as the guys were, they noticed the difference in Ken and it elevated everyone's spirits to make the laughter and shit talk more robust than usual. The noise level was loud from their laughter and the kids finishing breakfast and getting ready for lessons. Henry felt the lingering presence of The Dove and wondered at it. Raph wandered in and said, "Guys can we meet in the conference room for a minute?"

They quickly rinsed out their coffee cups, put them in the drainer, and filed into the conference room. Ken stood at the lectern and asked Raph, "What's up oh wise one?"

As Raph logged into his account, he asked, "Do you all know a young lady named Bao Xi?"

Lane and Bryan looked at each other and Lane said, "Puppet strings. Tal was here with Áedán and talked to Drew. They must have come to see Bao. She's the girl that Taliesin used to trap Bry in a construct years ago when he was trying to force me to accept my Gift from him. This is weird."

Raph said, "I got an email from her and it went straight to the top of my list of priority messages." Raph activated the Ops board and the email appeared on the screen.

from: Bao Bao.Xi@gmail.com

reply-to: Bao.Xi@gmail.com

to: bookofloagaeth@TheOrder.com

date: Dec 22, 2023, 7:12 AM

subject: A message from God

mailed-by: gmail.com

signed-by: gmail.com

security: Standard encryption (TLS)

To The Order:

You might remember me as the girl Taliesin screwed over years ago. At first I couldn't believe that he was sent back from Heaven to talk to me. He was with another man named Áedán. They stayed with me for a few days and told me what I need to know to write this. I'm not allowed to talk directly about it with anyone, not even you guys. They said God wanted me to write what I'm sending you. It's not really a song or a poem. It's more of a prophecy, but for some reason, He doesn't want the real prophet to speak the words. I did my best, so here it is. The first part is from Taliesin a long time ago, but the rest is mine.

When the Ten become Five and the Five become One, and a Darkness returns to Light,

A fortnight from the second birth of the Twice Born

The Circle will Fall by The Master's hand.

If the Mantle passes back from whence it came before the Circle falls

A New Order will arise – if not, Darkness will Reign until the Dragon awakes!

The New Order prevailed yet the Curse of Eden subsists, held at bay by the second redeemer.

While lost memories stir, the remnants of the first creation hold the seed of a third, protected by the children of dragons.

Three doors bar the way but one with no key or handle is the path to the last Gift. The Mantle cries, but cannot rest until the Captain's third death, when it will drink with the other Gifts and be pure again. Only then can the breath of three dragons open the shell, a vessel waiting to be filled by the song of one power or the other.

Three powers of light oppose three of darkness. One will shatter the balance and allow the second redeemer to vie against the curse and seek its salvation.

If the light prevails, a new Trinity will arise, or else darkness will swallow all.

Tal and Áedán have faith in you. I do too.

Merry Christmas

Bao

Email: Brad Townsend - bookofloagaeth@gmail.com

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