Camael's Battle
Angelic Hosts Series, Book 2, Episode 9
We all play our part…
Hannah’s contractions were coming regularly now. She figured they were about three minutes apart. Astarte would not come anywhere near her complaining of the smell and the blinding light. She lingered outside of the cave. Hannah didn’t know if that was a curse or a blessing because she was all alone with no one to help her. Only Onyx braved the interior, but he merely looked at her through his shades, keeping a distance. He seemed unsure what to do.
Sweat beaded on her forehead, and when she shifted to try and ease the pressure on her lower back, her water broke, soaking her pants. Knowing the baby would come regardless of the situation, she began to cry. Tears streamed down her face as she covered her eyes with her hands. Cam wasn’t here. Their baby was coming, and she was in a cavern in the side of a mountain, God knows where, with mythical creatures she’d only ever half-believed existed. They wanted to kill her, and surely, her baby too. She couldn’t lose another child. Not after Jack. Her heart ached more than her back and belly. Cam, help us. Please!
“Fear not, my granddaughter, for I am here with you.”
Hannah heard the voice, but when she opened her eyes, she didn’t see anyone. Then, she felt a warm hand on the side of her face, and slowly, a woman appeared before her.
She had long dark hair, and bright blue eyes. She was kneeling and smiling kindly. There was nothing but love emitting from her, and it washed over Hannah like a warm, soothing bath.
“Who are you?”
Hannah looked for wings on the woman but saw no such thing. The woman rubbed her thumb over Hannah’s wet cheek wiping away the tears.
“I am Elia. I am your great-great-great grandmother.”
Somehow, Hannah knew it was true. She’d heard her grandmother mention her own grandmother’s name once or twice before she passed many years ago, but never really knew anything about her.
“How? You’re no older than me.”
Elia sat back on her heels, resting her hands on her knees. “Everything is possible through Him, Hannah. He knows your need, and he sent me, your family, to help. I’m here to assist in the delivery of my great-great-great-great grandchild.” She paused, then spoke again. “And I’m here to take you home.”
Home.
Hannah felt relief just hearing the word. She wanted to go home. She wanted to take her baby home and be safe from these lunatics. It seemed God had heard her prayers after all.
“Yes. Yes, I’d like that, grandmother.” She smiled a little and reached out her hand. It was immediately taken between Elia’s own, and the two women connected, grandmother to granddaughter.
“We need to make you ready. You’ll have to remove those wet pants.” Elia reached out to help Hannah stand.
Bia heard Hannah talking to herself and turned to look back inside the cavern. She nearly smote her eyes as she forgot to put her sunglasses on. Quickly, she donned them and turned once again to address the human.
“What are you doing? Who are you talking to?” She could see Hannah standing up, but her aura was so bright that she couldn’t look very long, even with the shades to shield her eyes.
“What is it, Bia? What are you looking at?” Astarte noticed her guard standing just inside the entry to the cave covering her eyes as she spoke to the human.
“She’s losing her mind in there, my goddess.”
“Why do you say that?”
“She’s talking to herself.”
Astarte peered over Bia’s shoulders making sure to slide her shades on. Hannah was standing slightly bent over as if leaning on someone. As she watched, her pants slid down and the human stepped out of them. The intensity of the light she emitted, and the scent kept her at bay. It was nauseating. But next to the pregnant woman, there was a brilliant bright light separate from the aura surrounding Hannah.
“She’s not talking to herself. Someone is there. Look.” Astarte pointed.
“I can’t. It hurts my eyes. What is it you’re seeing?” Bia blinked as tears sprung up and rolled down her cheeks. The burning sensation from the light was causing terrible irritation to her vision.
“And that’s why Dagon is my choice for high general. You’re weak, Bia.” Astarte never missed an opportunity to torture her guard. It gave her perverse pleasure, especially knowing that Bia’s interest went beyond servitude and straight into personal covetousness. “Next to the human, there’s a bright light. She’s leaning on it.”
Bia bit back the retort she badly wanted to hurl at her leader, and instead, tried again to see what Astarte was seeing. Through tears and constant blinking, she finally made out the separate light. “What is that?”
Anger bloomed in the goddess. “Not what, who?” She raised her hand to summon the red warriors. “Get in there and find out who that is helping the human.”
The red-haired guards exchanged glances. Neither wanted to enter the cave. The odor of pregnant human was overwhelming to their senses, and the blinding aura was more powerful since the child she was to deliver soon happened to be a Nephilim. Still, they were far more afraid of angering Astarte. They manifested dark goggles as an extra precaution, slid them on, and then took a deep breath before entering the cavern.
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Hannah waited as Elia adjusted the multitudes of pillows Dagon provided for her. She was finally able to lay back with her knees propped up. The pregnancy pants she’d been wearing were tossed a few feet away onto a rock to dry. The rock sat between the corner where Hannah lay and the entryway to the cave. She watched as the two redheaded fallen approached. They came no closer than two feet away from the other side of the rock. Apparently, the scent from her pants repelled them. She couldn’t smell a thing. Another contraction hit causing her to grunt.
“Take short breaths, like this.” Elia coached her through some breathing techniques to help ease the pain.
Hannah reached out and grabbed Elia’s hand. She was surprised by how physically substantial she was, knowing that she couldn’t possibly be more than a spirit.
“Oh, God. It hurts.”
“Who are you talking to?” one of the redheaded fallen asked.
Hannah threw him a dirty look. “My grandmother. Who do you think?”
Elia chuckled. “They can’t see me. To the Dark Ones, I’m just a bright light.”
Hannah glanced at her, then looked at the fallen again. They did seem confused. “Only I can see you?”
“You, and any hosts still in His grace. But we have none such here.”
The red warriors turned back to the entryway. Upon reaching the goddess, they gave their report. “She says it’s her grandmother. We could see only a bright light and nothing more.”
Astarte huffed. “Spirits! She’s heavily into labor. We need to move her to the altar so all is ready once Dagon returns with the blade. Prepare the ritual.”
The warriors hesitated until Astarte raised her hand. They knew she could dole out devastating punishment. Again, they marched inside, this time bypassing the rock where the offensive-smelling pants lay and straight to Hannah who objected loudly as she was lifted and carried to the flat stone altar.
“Put me down!” She kicked and wiggled, tears falling down her cheeks as her pain went up a notch.
Elia followed, knowing she could do little more than offer comfort as best she could. She picked up several pillows and slid one under Hannah’s back as she was forced down onto the slab. She placed another beneath her head. The fallen tied her legs in such a way she could not lift and spread them. The baby would not be able to come out. Knowing this, Hannah’s panic kicked into high gear.
“No! You can’t leave me tied like this. My baby is coming. Please don’t hurt my baby!”
Bia watched the entire scene, fascinated by the site of pillows being carried across the cavern by a bright light. There was, indeed, someone here to help the human.
Onyx, too, raised an eyebrow when he noticed the levitating cushions, but unlike the rest of the fallen, he could make out the outline of a human form. He glimpsed a face in the light. He knew what this meant and knew saying so out loud would put his life in danger, so he kept quiet. The longer he remained silent, the brighter the light became until he could no longer make out a form.
“Get the corpse flower and place it at the foot of the altar.” Astarte gave the instruction to Bia who grabbed the sack on the ground. She lifted the rare flower out and quickly arranged the plant so that the sack continued to hold the dirt and roots, and the flower stood, ready to bloom. “Wring out her pants over the dirt.”
Bia made a face to indicate her disgust, but she went and grabbed the soaked trousers, and then came back, wringing the cloth with her hands until a few drops found their way into the soil. As soon as they did, the flower began to bloom, and the scent that filled the cave was one of rotting flesh.
Hannah began to choke on the pungent stench. “Please! I need fresh air. Please! Don’t do this. Oh, God, that’s disgusting!”
Elia held her hand. She crooned an old lullaby trying to calm her granddaughter.
Astarte pointed at the warriors. “Place the other objects in the center of the room and light the bonfire.”
They busied themselves arranging the black onyx gemstones into a circle. In the center, they piled the bones of dead monks with tinder and ashes from the deepest hole on earth. A red powder was sprinkled atop it all, and the flint was struck sending sparks onto the pile. It smoked, further adding to the bad air quality inside the small space, and finally burst into flame.
Something shifted inside the cavern. The atmosphere changed, warped above the fire, and began to swirl. The goddess grinned, a sick joy bubbling out of her.
“We need dark blood.” She looked around at one and all. No one volunteered. “You!” She pointed at Onyx. “Come here.”
Onyx hesitated. He didn’t trust the goddess. He served Dagon, and Dagon served Astarte, so he knew by chain of command, he should follow her orders, but his gut reaction screamed, “Don’t do it!” He ignored his instinct and put one foot in front of the other. When he stopped in front of her, she smiled. He was struck by her beauty, and for a moment, fell under her spell. As soon as he relaxed, she slashed out with sharp fingernails and ripped out his throat. Onyx stood choking and trying desperately to stem the flow of blood pouring out of him. Astarte sprinkled his blood over the fire and with one last squeeze of the chunk of flesh in her hand, tossed it onto the blaze. She gave his wavering body a shove and he flew back into the pyre, burning up instantly. The flames licked the ceiling of the cave turning red, orange, then blue. The red warriors and Bia watched in horror realizing they could be next. Their goddess would not hesitate to sacrifice their lives to achieve her goals.
“All we need now is the blade. All we need is Dagon.” She clapped her hands like a happy teenage girl and bounced up and down. Her excitement was cut short.
“I’m afraid Dagon won’t be returning to you ever again.”
Astarte whipped around, her expression morphing quickly from anticipation to rage.
“You!”
Camael smirked. “Yes. Me.” He stood on the ledge with his sword drawn. Michael flanked him carrying both his pike and a dagger. Together, they stalked inside and stood blocking the exit.
“Cam!” Hannah heard his voice and struggled to crane her neck to look back behind where she lay tied.
He turned and saw his love strapped to a stone altar. A woman stood next to her, a woman he recognized.
“Hannah! I’m here. Don’t worry. I’ll soon have you home.”
“Cam, the baby is coming now. Help us!” She choked out the words through the putrid air.
“I won’t leave her. Do what needs to be done, angel.” Elia’s calm voice helped Cam to focus on the task at hand even though he was dying to get to Hannah’s side and rescue her.
Astarte’s countenance began to change. Her beautiful face and figure contorted, changing hues and shape, becoming more frightening by the moment. Her skin turned burnt red, and her skull elongated even as her short height grew to well above seven feet. A blackened tongue snaked out, flicking and scenting the air.
Cam’s eyebrows shot up and he glanced at Michael.
“A biproduct of millennia of evil doings. She accepted evil, and therefore, a creature of evil she became. Don’t let it distract you. Just cut off her head.”
“You could’ve warned me.” Camael kept the monster before him in his sight, preparing to attack.
“I just did.” Michael sized up the red warriors quickly, then turned his attention to Bia. She was already crouched and ready for battle. He recognized the larger threat and with a wicked glare, smiled, eager to enter the fray. “Let’s kick some evil butt!”
Bia charged, her sword striking out at Michael even as he danced out of her reach. Side-stepping, and coming back on her opposite side, he swept the pike low knocking her feet out from under her. She rolled backwards and came up on her toes, thrusting her sword at him, but missing by an inch. The red warriors ran forward to join in flanking Bia on either side.
Michael hooted. “Ha! Now it gets interesting!”
Cam slowly circled the goddess looking for a way in. She now topped him in height by almost a foot. She weaved left and right in a serpentine pattern even as her fingers finished metamorphosing into lethal claws.
“You will not win today, angel,” she hissed. “It is not in the stars.”
“Haven’t read much, have you, Astarte? Good always triumphs over evil.”
She laughed and it came out in a rough growl. “But always at a price, Camael. What are you willing to pay to stop me?”
Cam refused to get drawn into a conversation with her. Hannah needed him, and he needed to end this as quickly as possible. “There will be no toll paid today, goddess. I’ll kill you free of charge.”
She slashed out with her wicked claws, barely missing his chest as he jumped back. “You’re naïve, angel. I’ll make a deal with you. Give me the Blade of the Morning Star and I’ll let you live.” Her tone cajoled even as she made another swipe in his direction.
Cam swung his sword and cut off three of her fingers. She screeched loud and long, retaliating with her other hand.
“You’ll pay for that!” Her jaw stretched and opened wide revealing sharp teeth that gnashed, eager to sink into him. She leaned down and snapped, aiming for his head.
Cam stumbled backward and rolled. As he came up, the blade fell out of his belt and slid across the floor. Astarte tracked it with her eyes and lunged for it. Cam took advantage of her seeming distraction and leapt at her, sword arced and ready to cut deep. She backhanded him, sending him flying toward the back of the cave.
As he struggled to rise, he saw she had the blade in hand. She tossed a wink at him and rushed to the altar.
“No!” Cam roared, running at full speed to reach Hannah before the goddess could complete the ritual.
Michael dispatched one red warrior, and then the second. He was facing only Bia when he heard Camael shout. He turned to see Astarte standing over Hannah with the blade drawn high, ready to plunge it straight into her heart.
“Astarte! Stop in the name of He who created us all!”
Michael turned and saw Gabriel flying into the cave. He landed and ran to within ten feet of the goddess. Zaphkiel arrived behind him, and without pause, sent a ball of heavenly fire straight at Bia who had only enough time to scream “No!” before it consumed her, decimating her being. She burst into ash and fluttered to the ground, gone.
Astarte froze, staring at Gabe. “You’re too late, Gabriel. Too late to offer your apologies. I’m bringing Lucifer back. Unlike you, he won’t abandon me for someone else, someone human!”
Gabe held up his hand trying to calm her down. “You mean the way you abandoned me for Dagon?”
She gasped. “How did you know?”
“I beat it out of him.” Gabe watched as changes began. She was now a little less red, a little bit shorter. He knew that once the wind came out of her sails, she would be her usual self again… and then easier to kill.
“You killed my Dagon?” He heard shock in her voice, the edge of grief showing she had, indeed, cared about the fallen angel.
Gabriel let silence be his answer. “I’m not here to apologize, sweets. We tried, you and I. It just never quite worked out.” As he spoke, he took a step closer. Keeping his voice calm, he commanded her full attention, but as he approached, he noticed someone else standing next to the woman tied to the altar. He glanced left and stopped.
Shock registered on his face as he took in the vision of Elia… of Mary! His true love. He quickly shut down his expression, but it was too late. Astarte saw it all.
“It’s her! She’s here, now?” Her new-found rage re-energized her evil countenance, and she again grew large. She looked down at Hannah. “So, the whore is your grandmother, eh? Well, good news, you’ll soon be joining her in the afterlife.” With that, the goddess slammed the blade home into Hannah’s chest.
“No! No, no, no!” Camael ran up behind Astarte jumping onto her back. She bucked, but his rage and grief made him merciless. He brought the sword around in front of her neck and grabbed the end with his other hand. Then he gripped her back with his powerful legs and pulled the sword through her soft throat severing tissue, muscle, ligaments, and finally, bone.
There was blood everywhere. Camael had no idea how much was Astarte’s and how much was Hannah’s. He fell off the headless body that jerked like a chicken fresh off the butcher’s block. He ran to Hannah’s side. She lay gasping for air even as blood trickled from her lips.
“Hannah! Hannah, please, hold on!” He pulled the blade out of her chest and through tears, tried sending healing energy into the gaping wound.
“Cam…” She sputtered, reaching up to touch his face. “You have to get our baby out.” Each word weakened her further. “Get the baby out. Take care of our baby.”
“She’s right. You must cut the child out of her belly.” Elia spoke calmly, soothingly.
Cam could barely see through the haze of tears. Grief ripped at his heart. “I cannot. It will kill her.” He gripped her hand and leaned down to kiss her cheek. “Hannah, don’t go. Fight, my love. Please. I love you.”
Hannah could only whisper now. “I love… you too. You’ve been my angel.” She half-chuckled, then coughed, spraying blood. “How could I not have seen it before?” She touched his face with her fingertips, tracing his cheek. “You glow. I never noticed that.”
“Hannah, stay with me.” Pain filled his words. “You must stay… for our baby.”
Her eyes began to fix on a distant point. “Save our child. You must take care of our baby, Cam.” She grew quiet, her hand falling away. “Tell the baby about me… that I love…” Her pupils dilated wide in her brown eyes as her last breath left her body.
The realization that she passed hit Camael hard. He howled with grief. Elia touched his shoulder offering as much comfort as she could before reminding him that he must deliver the child.
“Camael, the babe will surely die if you don’t cut it out. You must put aside your pain and save the child. It’s what Hannah wanted.”
He gathered his love’s body into his arms and held her tenderly. Tears mixed with blood as he said his last goodbye. “I will never forget you.” Camael softly kissed her lips while stroking her hair back from her beloved face. The cave rumbled.
“Camael. You have to do it now. The pit is opening.” Elia urged him on.
Behind him, Michael, Zaphkiel, and Gabriel turned to stare at the vortex spinning wildly over the bonfire.
“Zaph, what do we do?” Gabe asked the Keeper of Knowledge while keeping his eyes on the vortex. He did not want to see what a thousand years in a pit had done to Lucifer.
“The blood of the innocent opened the pit. Only the blood of an original host can close it.” He looked at Michael. “Get the blade and bring it to me.”
Michael ran over to retrieve the blade from the floor where Cam had flung it. He cleaned it off and handed it to Zaphkiel.
Rocks fell from the cave walls and were sucked into the spinning black void. Cam pulled out a small dagger and with one last look of remorse, cut a line below Hannah’s belly from one side to the other. He pulled the wound open and reached inside. Carefully, he slid his hand beneath the amniotic sac and pulled it out. He laid it on top of Hannah’s chest, and once again, used the dagger to free the baby. Working as fast as he could manage and following Elia’s directions, he cut the umbilical cord, tied it off, and used the shirt off his back to clean the blood away and wrap around the child to keep it warm.
It was a girl.
“She’s not breathing.” Cam began to panic as he noticed her little chest was still.
“You need to clear her throat and breathe life into her.” Elia demonstrated as best she could. Being a spirit limited her abilities to affect the living world.
Camael opened the baby’s mouth and using his finger, cleared away mucous. He leaned down and blew soft puffs of air into her. After five breaths, she sputtered, and began to cry. Joy filled his heart.
Behind him, at the edge of the fire, Zaphkiel held out his hand and began to recite words older than time. A monstrous roar erupted from the vortex, the furious screams of an angry wild creature.
The sound gave Gabriel the willies. “Hurry, Zaph.” He urged the host.
“Let him do what needs doing, Gabriel.” Michael pulled Gabe away from the edge. As he did, Zaphkiel sliced the blade into his palm and then held up both the blade and his bleeding hand to the outer rim of the growing vortex. The drops of crimson were sucked into the black heart of it. It spun wildly out of control like a tornado. It consumed the fire, and then picked up speed.
“We need to get out of here now.” Zaph yelled over the roar of the wind.
“We can’t leave Hannah here!” Camael shouted, holding the baby close to his chest.
“I’ve got her. Just go!” Gabriel ran to the altar and tore through the knots still binding her body to the slab. He scooped her up in his arms and ran out behind Camael. Michael followed, and Zaph came out last.
They flew out and banked right, getting out of the way of the cave. Within seconds, it exploded spewing chunks of rock everywhere. The avalanche that it caused began at the top of the mountain, and tons of boulders, dirt, and debris fell covering the cave, sealing it forever.
In the open air, Michael led the way. They found a soft patch of earth just outside of Jerusalem. Gabriel landed, and gently laid Hannah’s body on the cool green grass. Elia materialized next to her, waiting patiently. Gabe looked up, still dumbfounded at seeing her again.
“Hello, Gabriel.” She smiled.
“Mary… How?” He stood and stared down into her lovely face.
“She is my granddaughter. As Elia, I had many grandchildren. Hannah is mine. She is my special purpose.”
He reached out to touch her cheek. “And our son? How is he?”
Mary covered his hand with her own. “He is serving our Lord and mankind through his rebirth. He… she is extraordinary. But you know that already.”
Wonder and sorrow filled Gabriel’s lavender eyes.
“Does he know? Did he ever know?” Gabe asked. He always wondered if the boy from Nazareth knew that his father was a high host, and that, in reality, he was the grandson of the Almighty. He would always wonder because he knew that it was a secret he could never reveal. He was never allowed to be a father to his son.
“You know the answer to that already as well.” She kissed his palm. “It is enough that you and I know… and our Heavenly Father.”
Gabe lowered his eyes. He mentally added Camael to that list, but he knew his friend would never tell. He was now the father of the second coming of God. The father to his own son reincarnated. And she was a beautiful little girl.
“I’m to take Hannah home. She is to meet the throne.” Mary pulled away. She looked down at the body of her granddaughter laying in the tall grass. The moon was bright, and the cicadas chirped adding song to the unusually warm night. “Rise, granddaughter. It is time.”
Cam, Gabriel, Michael, and Zaphkiel all watched as a light shone around Hannah’s body, growing steadily brighter. It arose and stood, becoming solid.
Hannah Adams appeared, beautiful, glowing, and whole.
“Hannah!” Cam stepped forward, but Zaphkiel pulled him back.
“She must go now, Camael.”
“Wait.” Hannah halted the Keeper of Knowledge. She walked over and stood in front of Cam. “I would like to see my child.”
“Of course.” Camael lowered the baby and let Hannah see her face. “It’s a little girl. We have a daughter, Hannah.”
Hannah smiled. “A daughter.” She tried to touch her baby-soft cheek but found herself no longer substantial. Still, the baby smiled as if she understood, and knew her mother’s touch.
“I’d like you to call her Sophie. I always wanted to have a little girl named Sophie.”
Through tears, Camael nodded. “Sophie it is then. Hannah…” He looked at his love, sorrow shimmering in his eyes.
“I know. I love you too. I will always love you, Cam.” She leaned up on her toes and kissed his cheek. The feeling was different now. Gone was the very human touch of lips to skin, and in its place, a feeling of warmth and love so overpowering, his heart felt like it would explode in chest. Instead, it broke into a million grieving pieces.
“It’s time, granddaughter.” Elia/Mary took her hand. Zaphkiel stepped between them preparing to lift off.
“Wait! How is it you’re here, Zaph?” Cam asked, as if it just dawned on him that the archangel was standing there.
“Gabe will explain.” He stretched out his magnificent golden wings and flapped, sending gusts of wind across the clearing. Up he flew with Mary/Elia on one side, and Hannah on the other, both mothers of the Christ child; the first to walk upon the Earth, and the second coming.
Cam turned to Gabriel who was watching Mary/Elia exit his life once again. The angel realized he was being observed and turned away.
Cam asked impatiently, “Well?”
“Give him a minute.” Michael patted him on the back.
Cam waited, understanding the heartache his friend was going through. He held Sophie close, vowing to never let her go.
Finally, Gabe cleared his throat and spoke. “Zaph showed up at the mosque just as I was about to obliterate Dagon.” He took a breath. “He still lives.”
“What?” Cam was quick to ask. “Why?”
“Because in the end, he helped us. He told you where to find Hannah. He abandoned his loyalty to Astarte and instead…dammit…did the right thing.”
“How do you get away with that?” Cam knew it was a rhetorical question at this point, but it was beyond him how Gabriel got away with things like cursing.
Gabe chuckled and turned back around. “I don’t get away with anything, Cam. There’s no secret. He knows everything I do. He just puts up with it all and loves me anyway.”
“So, you’re basically saying that you’re spoiled rotten, the favorite?”
Michael harrumphed. Gabe snorted. “Something like that, I guess.”
“So Zaphkiel was the leak, wasn’t he?” Michael had already put two and two together and came up with the Keeper of Knowledge.
Gabe nodded. “He is the only other soul to have known the location of the blade. It all happened as it was intended.” He ran a hand over his face.
“I don’t get it. Why go through all of this? Why kill an innocent? Why Hannah?” Cam’s grieving heart wouldn’t let him see the answers.
“We all serve our purposes, Camael.” Michael put his arm around his friend, and then tickled the baby under her chin. “We should get her to her new home.”
Cam’s eyes popped. “What? What new home? I’m not letting her out of my sight. Not ever!” He hugged the baby to his chest, his heart beating wildly.
This time, it was Gabe who delivered the news. “I’m sorry, Cam. We don’t get to interfere. Sophie has a destiny, and she must be raised by humans. It can’t happen any other way.”
“There’s a family in Paris. She’s to be raised there, by the Fairchilds. Don’t worry, my friend. They are going to love her like their own.” Michael explained as Gabriel came up on his other side offering as much comfort as he could manage.
“But she’s my little girl… the only part of my Hannah that I have left.” He looked at Gabe, pain searing his shattered heart. “How can I let her go?” A tear slid down his face. He felt defeated and broken. Sorrow engulfed him, drowning him.
“I’ll help you, every step of the way.” For once, Gabriel was unselfish and sincere.
Michael spread his wings. “You’re not alone, brother. You will never be alone.” He lifted off the ground and hovered. “Shall we?”
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