Chapter 11

And they were back at the old amphitheater once again... Seth sighed as they all gathered in the middle of the place. He looked up at the rising moon, so close and red like blood and dragging an eerie orange aura around itself while painting the limestone stairs and middle stage in an unnatural color.

The God of Darkness, along with his pair Sotiris, walked down to the already waiting Brent and the wolf. Behind them the Spartan warriors carried the carefully wrapped body of Christos.

Vega and Mick walked behind them with Jim and Paolo.

Seth could only hope that everything will be working again just like before…

"We have a little time still…" he said as the women placed the body in the middle of the transmutation circle already drawn out by Brent. "We can still decide that he is cuter in this form…" Seth tried to joke but not even one of his facial muscles or the tone of his voice showed that light and funny vibe.

Of course, it was only Jim who muffled a giggle from that, the others stayed just as serious and tense like Seth. Though it was a bit like a desperate way to grasp into something that would put his mind off just how much he hated this place. He could still see his Corey's expression before he stabbed him with the Blade of the Immortal and kissed him one last time before merging into him. To that memory Jim unwittingly rubbed his second rune on his chest.

Brent was nervously caressing the wolf's head as he was crouching next to the circle.

Kerim was half-leaning on and holding onto Mick's arm for some support. He was still half-naked because of his wings which were frozen by Sotiris' powers. He looked pale, but it was clear from his expression that he wouldn't stay away from the ritual, no matter what Mick said.

The wolf nuzzled his head to Brent's hand then walked into the circle with complex runes around it and on it and sat beside the body.

"Yeah… much better this way…" Seth sighed again, looking at Sotiris.

"It will be alright. Get ready instead,” the Sun God sent a smile to his pair and they walked to the edge of the circle, parting ways and stood at the east and the west side of it.

Meanwhile Brent moved back to the others and to stay a bit away from the ritual.

"Listen to the Gods, it will be alright," Paolo smiled encouragingly at the small demon.

"I certainly hope so," he whispered and swallowed hard. What he didn't say out loud was that he wouldn't be able to live without Christos anymore. Anyone with a mated pair would probably understand that feeling. But he took a few deep breaths and forced himself to relax a bit and trust the Gods. After all, it wasn't the first time they did this...

"So..." Jim leaned down and a bit closer to Paolo's other side. "What will happen now? They gonna do the ritual and Christos will rise on the third day like... well, like Christ?" he asked, unable to contain his questions.

Paolo smiled at his man from that. "Yeah… He died and will rise. But he likes the name Christos much better," and to that finally Brent smiled too.

"They will use their powers to like... call back his part of the force to them. This place helps to enlarge the energies of the full moon and theirs too. And from the wolf Christos' spirit will go back to his body," he explained slightly giving away that he may have witnessed such rituals before.

Wiping off his grin to be more appropriate to the serious situation, Jim slid a hand on the small of Paolo's back. "Hm... as much as I hate this place for... reasons, I can feel the crossing energy lines too," he nodded, understanding what Paolo meant. "Fascinating... And what will happen to the wolf? He'll survive, right? Plus I have a feeling this isn't the first time you are seeing this..." he raised a brow at his pair.

"Just once before," Paolo leaned into Jim's embrace. "Vega was always there with them in such times. The wolf will survive. But will have a... how to say… print staying in him. Like a faint memory. So he will be a special, more advanced conscious-baring wolf. But I'm sure Brent won't mind having him around afterwards too," Paolo turned to the demon who already was shaking his head.

"Of course not. We owe him after all this," Brent answered, keeping his eyes on the wolf, who was sitting patiently, waiting as the blood moon almost reached its zenith.

"Oh... Seth will have a field day with you keeping the wolf. I think he might even prefer him more than his brother," Jim tried to joke to lift the mood a bit. But honestly, despite the fact that he was very interested in what was going to happen, he just... wanted to leave this place.

Vega was full of worries. It was clear to Mick who tried to keep calm and support his pair. His own powers started to react to the slowly concentrating energies.

The slowly healing angel on Mick's arm was barely blinking as he kept his dark eyes on the beings he loved the most next to Mick. From the tension and the charging up energies in the air he felt the small sparkles on his skin, caused by his man's power. 

By then everyone could feel it and were affected to some degree, eyes glued to the people in the circle while the blood moon finally reached its highest point.

In that moment both Seth and Sotiris raised their hands towards the sky to welcome the moon and open themselves up to the renewing energies which would pull back the missing part of the Trinity to where it belonged.

By then the crossing energy lines were more visible to everyone. Even would have been to human eyes. As the moon shone down directly at the circle it, all collided in a smaller blast. Taking just a second or two then all ebbed down.

The two gods walked into the circle and Brent ran there too. Paolo pulled the amazed Nephilim with him towards the wrapped body. Which started to fidget, trying to move.

After a nod and a smile from Sotiris, Brent was already helping to free his pair, breathing a bit shallower from his excitement. The second he freed Christos' face, tears of joy started to well up in his eyes.

"My love..." he whispered as relief washed over him. "It worked. You're back..." he said while he kept working on freeing his man.

"Does this count as being a zombie?" Jim blurted out in his amazement.

"We will see what he craves for dinner," Seth laughed, winking at Jim. He was clearly very much relieved that his brother returned. "Now, this really has to stop now, you know… I've had enough of your dying on us all the time," he grumbled at the sitting up and smiling God.

"He's back. It's all okay, come on, my love," Mick said softly to Vega, helping him get close too.

As Jim's giggle died down and Brent kissed his man, not taking and protests, Kerim let Mick lead him closer, tears of relief already sliding down on his face. Like for the others, it felt like a weight was lifted off his chest and soul. But because of his special connection to the Gods, feeling the powers of the Trinity tip back into balance, he felt it stronger. It wasn't the first time, but it always moved Vega to the core. Also, a big chunk of his guilt melted away too once he saw Christos look up at all of them.

"Welcome back, my Lord..." Vega whispered a bit hoarsely.

"I never plan on these things. They just sort of... happen," Christos shrugged, earning a disapproving snort from Brent.

"I'm with Seth on this, my love. And I think our wolf would agree with us too," he added as the animal sneaked a bit closer too, sniffing into Christos' direction.

"Yeah... You have a child now to take care of. Be more reasonable!" Sotiris said joining into the kidding around Christos. He agreed to everything the others said. "It's so good to be full again."

To that the newly revived God scoffed and called the wolf to them. "Thank you for helping me," he whispered, touching his forehead to the animal's. "He needs a name for later. Maybe some powers and immortality... What do you say, Brent?"

"Definitely... daddy," Brent chuckled, finally allowing himself to believe that this was real, his hand gently stroking the wolf. "I'm just soooo relieved we are over it. Come on, let's get you two home. I want to sleep for two days straight after all this worrying..." he added, helping his pair up.

"Hey, no welcome back party?" Jim chimed in a tad bit disappointed. "Or that's not custom when this happens?" he whispered the second question to Paolo.

Paolo giggled pulling on Jim's arm. "Not really custom but we can join the other two Gods in their... 'legendary' rooftop garden you know so well yourself by now."

"Oh yeah… We party… Who wants to can come now," Seth announced, grinning like a jackal.

"So we skip the fun part?" Christos pulled Brent into his arms, smiling and stealing a deep kiss. "It's okay. I'm glad you're still here with me. And Vega…" Chris walked to the broken angel and caressed his face. With that sending the amount of healing energies that's been missing from the Trinity's powers through the angel. "Thank you for always trying to save me. It was about time I returned the favor."

"Oh I'm definitely in!" the Nephilim grinned dirtily, even wiggling his eyebrows at Paolo and Seth. "Just let's get out of here, already," he sighed and spread his wings, seeing that everyone was well. "I'll pour some drinks by the time you get there!" he said and with that grabbed Paolo's hand and took off with him.

Brent chuckled into his kiss with his pair. "Who said we won't have our own fun part before I sleep for two days?" he bit his bottom lip then with a smile watched his man mostly heal their angel.

Meanwhile Vega's teary and bloodshot eyes widened a bit as his face was still leaned into the warming up palm of the God. He could feel and even see his smaller wounds disappear completely, leaving his milky white skin spotless again. Biting down on his piercing, he glimpsed over his shoulder.

"Let me help you on that! The muscles should be strong enough now to carry them," Sotiris smiled kindly at him and waved with his hand to make his immobilizing powers vanish slowly, not to put too much strain on said muscles all of a sudden.

Vega did feel his wings now. They appeared to be heavier to him, but he knew it was probably just because of his very sore muscles. But the Sun God was right, he could carry them now. Chewing on his bottom lip, he kept his eyes on them and experimentally moved both. They obeyed, even if that brilliant white glow was still missing. "T-thank you, my Lords..." he bowed to all three Gods, moved to the core once again.

"We thank you for keeping up with us. Your Light will be back soon too. And now you will regain your powers fast. Mick will take good care of you," Seth said as Mick nodded respectfully.

"Let's rest now, my love. Thank you for everything, ancient ones," Mick bowed too and they walked away.

"Have fun you two. Tomorrow we can have a hearing to see if any new information are out there," Christos nodded his goodbye.

"You know… I would say he is no fun again and always working…But I have a feeling we don't have much time to party and be careless anymore," Seth mused to his pair.

"Yes. We need to move forward and be prepared. Our positions and the identity of our allies are all out. Let's just join the others for now…" Sotiris sighed and held Seth's hand to appear in the rooftop garden with him.

***

Meanwhile far from the Greek sanctuary, Gabriel was standing on the balcony of the old fortress on the mountain. The building itself was carved half-way from the rocks, way up high in the Alps.

But the archangel didn't look at the still amazing landscape in the moonlight below them. He was staring up at the moon. He kept sighing and fighting inside himself as he witnessed the blood moon clear up and turn yellowish-white again.

He knew what it meant, just like he heard about the battle and its outcome before his twin. And all the stress of acting along with Michael's ways and mood swings while leading this sort of double life and being worried about their 'enemy' just started getting too much. All he ever wanted is to enjoy life and have it simple and peaceful after all the blood he had shed... He can't go back on his oath again... He sighed and walked back into the room, already hearing his brother's yelling from the hallway.

Michael did storm in with his hair wildly flying around his face as he banged the door shut, anger rolling off him in huge waves as he marched to the big wooden table covered in maps and figurines. Clearly it was sometimes used for the twins to figure out their next move. Now everything landed on the floor with a loud clash as the pissed off archangel swiped the table clean then leaned on it with his open palms.

"Those bastards... Did you see the moon, brother?!" he looked up with bewildered glowing eyes. "They did it! They are back to their full power!"

"Yes, I saw. They got back to their land and to their full power... They broke the magic blocking spells of our commanders," Gabriel stated the facts and tried to make his brother calm down with his own calm voice and presence. "Heard any news about what happened there?" he asked carefully and walked behind Michael. He wanted to hug his twin… but ever since Michael's rage and bitterness started to change him, not once Gabriel ended up as a scapegoat for everything…

Michael's hands curled into fists on the surface of the table, his muscles tense and trembling from his great anger which was barely contained by then. "What happened is that our useless army has failed us. Again! Do we have to do everything ourselves, brother?!" he snorted.

"We have to find a way to destroy them. I want those 'gods' gone. They are too much of a threat! The first ones to answer The Call are going to arrive soon... We'll destroy that annoying place. Level it to the ground until nothing and no one is left. We'll make sure to wipe them out of existence and history too. No one will know their names. That is the only way to start clean and focus on rebuilding the world how we dreamed about..." he grinned to himself behind the curtain of his hair. "After all, one has to weed out the bad seed to ensure a better future..."

"Just like our Father tried…" Gabriel mumbled, still standing behind Michael to support him, but he gave up on the calming by then. "They had many forms throughout the ages and were worshipped by many till the modern times in those forms. It is total war now then? That place was ancient even before them and has great sources of force. We need strong allies…" he thought out loud. It won't be that easy as Michael thinks...

"Not all of the Old Man's ideas were bad, brother..." Michael straightened up and turned around to face Gabriel, that small cold smile staying on his face. "Oh brother... did you ever doubt that there would be a full on war against them and the Nephilim?" he walked over to Gabriel to caress his face. "You are wiser than being so naive..." Michael chuckled.

"Those strong allies we'll have and with their help we will succeed, Gabriel... Even if our abomination of a brother and his bitch sided with them too..." he flinched, sliding his hand down onto Gabriel's shoulder to squeeze it.

"I guess I did not doubt it… Just now it's really gonna start," Gabriel said, finally daring to touch Michael and pull him into his embrace. "So it is true? They chose a side and help the gods? Maybe they are not that powerful after all if they let that pair back on Earth... I think... We should fully focus our powers to this place now," he started carefully. "As you said, this place has to be gone and then we have to clean up the remains of their teachings all over the world." He hoped his twin will pull back from some places, which could regain strength in their absence… Watching the maniac madness in his twins' eyes, Gabriel's heart broke. He has to do something…

Returning the embrace, Michael chuckled before pulling back enough to look into his brother's eyes from close. "Finally you see reason, my beloved brother. Yes, we should focus all our forces to destroying that place. It won't matter that they regained their strength or called for help from those disgraces," he leaned close to his brother's lips.

"You can feel them coming too, don't you?" he whispered, obviously meaning the beings which answered The Call. "So much power..." he smiled. "Don't doubt us, Gabriel. We will be victorious. And you and I will finally bring peace to this world..." he added then pecked his brother's lips.

***

The next day the ancient Trinity gathered in the library. Finally with full power, which helped them expand their senses way out of the borders of their own land.

"Many powerful beings are getting closer. We should do something to prepare for such a siege," Sotiris said with a frown from what he felt through the cosmic energies.

"Yes, they know where to attack now. Still, we can't let the Gate fall into the hands of them," Seth added.

"But we feel them this strong for a reason," Christos added. "The twins destroyed the Gates, then sent out The Call. It's more of an impulsive behavior than logical. Yet... we have a double-edged thing here... Some of those creatures will only find this Gate when they try to come to Earth. We can fight them off, or try to reason with them. Or they can win over us... But I don't think that would happen…" he mused, thinking over all the possibilities.

"Yes... Yes, you're right. They try to use this Gate but we can use the energies of this land and wait for them with our warriors. Maybe even Seth's charmed shadow Khazra too…" Sotiris' yellow eyes shone up as all of them synced into their shared consciousness.

"Hmm... Someone is asking for entrance…" the Sun God turned toward the tunnel which led to the depths of the Sacred Cave.

All of them appeared at the dimly glowing gate of cosmic energies. Sotiris murmured the words and with a line of the Spartan warriors behind them, the Gods opened it.

In the next moment a slim man stumbled across. As if someone had pushed him through the Gate.

"No... Balthazar?" Seth stepped closer, lowering his sword to take a closer look.

In that moment a tall male demon, covered in war paint and magical leather armor similar to the Gods’ outfit, stepped through.

"RaHoorKhuit," the demon bowed shortly. "Thank you for allowing my entrance. I brought news that would affect this world. Our queen sends her peace offering with this being," he pointed at Balthazar.

"He is mortal now. What did you find out?" Seth asked on their echoing common voice.

Meanwhile, the mortal Balthazar straightened up. He looked pale and thin and like someone who aged about twenty years in one night.

"He played his luck one time too many. In our world there is always war, as you know it. He tricked the wrong lord and asked for protection from our queen. He was already turning half-way human by then. We..." the warrior said having a lopsided smile at that point "we all had our trouble many times with him before. So 'sadly' no one could stop the process of transmutation."

"I see…" Christos scoffed. He knew his brother fancied the demon. But he always thought he was more trouble than fun to keep around. These times his wide knowledge of beings all over the worlds came in handy. But even so, the information they got from the trickster demon was usually minimal compared to the mess he had done for centuries.

"Around that many of us heard The Call. And our majesty wanted information about why and who would cast it from here. We sent out the whole story of what is going on here. We may be a chaotic ancient world of constant battles for power, but some laws we would never break. We think it is unfair to call for allies out of this world. This is a battle between the beings that are connected to Earth. You can be sure that from Pandemonium no warlord would join the Archangels. We sent the message to other places too."

"Thank you, and your queen for all of that. And the... gift too…" Sotiris nodded. "We felt great powers moving towards this world already."

"I volunteered to come ahead of them. As I've learned that I can find Samael here now. May I meet him, RaHoorKhuit?"

The gods looked at each other and nodded in union.

"Mighty Azmodan, you may stay in our sanctuary where your powers will stay hidden. We bring Samael to you. Follow us, both of you."

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