Chapter 315: Interlude 22
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Chapter 315: Interlude 22
Lugh POV
"Another small meeting, is it?" I gently smiled as I walked through the door.
"We thought it was appropriate." Michael The Archangel replied with a kind smile himself.
"Well, I can't fault you for your decision. Thing are.....awkward right now everywhere. Trying to publicly meet would likely draw too many eyes of those that don't want such a meeting to happen."
"I hope you don't mind the location. I wished somewhere neutral since it was not just us this time." Michael gestured towards an empty seat across from him.
"Not at all, and I completely understand." It's never wrong to be cautious about accidently angering someone from another culture.
Many things could be said about the Heaven faction of the Abrahamic Religion, but rarely were they impolite or rude.
"Lady Gabriel, you are as brilliant as the last time we met." I greeted his second. "Your Father would be proud to know how bright you still shine after so many years."
The second Archangel smiled so brightly that even her aura seemed to be eclipsed. How Yahweh was able to create such a gentle and kind being is still a mystery to me. Which is even stranger when you consider that she was one of the fiercest warriors I'd ever laid my eyes on.
It has been many years since she had donned her armor for a true war, but behind those kind eyes of hers was a metal that could not be bent or shattered.
A contradictory existence, yet it just made her all the more exuberant in my eyes. A Warrior of such prowess that she choose to be gentle and loving towards anyone.
"Thank you, Lord Lugh." Gabriel said with complete genuineness.
"Would you like to call in your second, Lugh?" Michael asked.
"Who are you to address him so familiarly, Angel." Shadows around the room warped and condensed into the form of a crow with red eyes.
"Badb, it's alright. This isn't a formal meeting." I carefully eased the Goddess.
"Hmph." The Crow scoffed, silently standing upon the back of the other empty chair.
I couldn't blame her attitude. Most of my kin did not like the Abrahamic Factions for their part in causing our culture and history to become so obscure to the common masses. While I didn't hold the ones infront of me responsible for their follower's actions, it was still a.....sore subject.
No Pantheon in the world could claim that their followers have not done something they were embarrassed or ashamed of in their name.
It's not like we were the Egyptians who purposely challenged them.
The younger ones these days only saw that Heaven swept through and thoroughly embarrassed the Egyptian Gods, but the Egyptian's were certainly not without fault in that conflict.
"Goddess of War, it's an honor." Michael didn't react negatively in the slightest, and even lowered his head in greeting.
Badb, who was pretty much looking for a fight, basically went silent at his behavior. I could imagine her looking rather flustered right now, unable to force anything at his attitude.
I ignored her indignation for now and proceeded with the purpose of the meeting. "Shall we discuss the most obvious reason for gathering"
Michael, while still showing that same bright smile about him, still fell melancholic as I said the words. "Twelve Portals we've discovered and subsequently closed."
"Yes."
"And unfortunately, we discovered some of them rather late." Michael turned to his companion as Gabriel raised her head.
"We've lost twenty three Churches since they discovered that we were actively hunting them down." And it just felt wrong for her to show such sadness. What a pure creature she was. "In each occasion, we were able to push them back; however, the losses haven't been low."
"We've also suffered some losses. We don't have the same amount of follower to bring about. The few dozen Druids and knights that died in the conflicts are.....heavy. It's going to take a few years before the younger generation can step up." It was unfortunate, but we had to rely on our followers in matters like these.
"It's an unfortunate situation all around." Michael acknowledged. "We recently received the fourth batch of weapon that Lord Odin promised. So far, they have been wonderful in our fight. We separated the promised portion of them and will hand them over afterwards."
"Good, we've been dusting off some of the old iron weapons ourselves, but we welcome more all the same." I nodded in thanks.
"Have you made progress on what you spoke about in our last meeting?" Michael asked.
I couldn't help but sigh and shook my head. "Manannán mac Lir." I spoke the name of the Sea God who had all but retired from his official positions. "He's still bound by the agreements, even if his Wife passed many years ago. He couldn't give any worthwhile information about either Faerie Court."
His Wife, Fand, A Fairy Queen. Thus, he had taken up the position of a Fairy King many years ago.
Despite what many think, there are more than two Fairy Queens in existence. However, both Summer and Winter rule the Fae lands. The vast majority of any other Kings and Queens answered to them.
Very few were outside their influence.
"That is unfortunate." Michael frowned.
"Yes, however, we may not see any significant presence from them for the time being. As you probably are aware, their attention has been focused elsewhere."
Michael winced slightly. "I can't imagine the Winter Queen is.....pleased."
I snorted almost uncontrollably. "I've met her before, and I can tell you, she's pissed. Some 'mortal' cut off her hand when she overextended into Japan. I have no doubt she's putting out many fires due to her subjects taking advantage to try and usurp power. It's most likely the reason there hasn't been any retaliation."
Arrogant witch.
And I wasn't speaking of Balor.
"And the information?" I asked.
"Yes, the Forbidden Balor View Sacred Gear." Michael produced a piece of Parchment and slid it over to me.
I picked it up, scanning over its contents and frowning. "Should I consider myself unlucky then?" I let out a sigh.
Michael gave a wry smile. "I apologize, I had not know until I investigated."
"It's not your fault." I waived it off. "How were either of us supposed to know that it appeared in a Dhampir that was reincarnated by Lucifer's little sister." I let out a sigh, burning the parchment away. "It's not like I unwillingly handed over Grandfather's Evil Eye to you all back then either."
The Powers of the Sacred Gear came from Yahweh processing Grandfather's Eye. I had willingly traded it with them at the time because we were in a much more precarious situation. We received much needed resources that played a significant role in our people winning over the Fomorians.
"I'll try to broach the subject at the Peace Meeting then, even if it's unlikely to go anywhere." I resigned myself to not get my hands on that thing again. It would go a long way if we tried to sue for peace once more with the Formorians. And if not, well, I had other plans for it.
"So you are decided in joining us?"
"Yes, I believe it to be in our own best interest with the potential of outsiders to interfere in our own disputes." I glanced at Badb who was silent this time.
She didn't like cooperating with other Factions, however I think she realized the situation we were now in.
"Not to mention, there are things we wish to confirm as well." The atmosphere turned dark. "Badb." I spoke her name with a hint of my own Divinity added.
The pressure in the room alleviated with a annoyed noise from the Crow.
"You speak of Scáthach." Michael asked.
"Yes. Let's just say there are plenty who are....wary of her supposed return." Which was a very polite way of saying it.
How many lesser Gods had fallen by her hands? How many Demi-Gods, Champions, or favored by our Pantheon had been turned to corpses at the end of her infamous spear?
She relished in the Great War, and many different Factions suffered before she finally fell.
Many had mixed feelings about her even among my own kin. Not many humans could achieve what she had, which made her even the more controversial figure.
The Morrigan being the most outspoken in disfavor.
"But you have your own concerns as well." I mentally gave one last goodbye to Great-grandfather's harp.
"Yes, hopefully, this will be enough to request the Spear back.....among other things." Michael didn't sound too sure of himself.
"You've known he's had the spear for awhile now. Why the sudden need to get it back?" I admittedly didn't know the exact details of what happened, as most didn't concern me.
"He was able to use it."
"Oh?" I blinked at that. "Is he not a Half-Devil?"
"He is."
"Hmm, that's strange." I rubbed my chin.
"We have some reason to believe that he is able to remove his weakness to Holy Power. Which is how he was able to use the Spear." Michael explained.
"Ah. You're worried that it's a repeatable method, and if he can remove that weakness, it can become a significant weapon for Devils as a whole."
It was a Spear worthy of being a God's weapon. It didn't lose out to my own Spear in the slightest.
Give something like that to those freakish Super Devils, then their power would just increase further. Thankfully, they are still susceptible to Holy Power just as any other Devil is. Or so I thought, that might change from what Michaels' implied.
This meeting was looking more and more interesting. A definite headache, but interesting nonetheless.
"It is one of our main concern, yes." Michael fully acknowledged. "Can we count on you?"
"I would happily attend at your side." I would support them in this case. Our alliance had lasted many years, and I saw no reason why to not help them now. The benefits far outweighed any perceived negative. Not to mention, we have our own interests in it.
Michael smiled brightly again. "I have the full reports as to what happened, if you wish to read over them. I think you'll find some things rather interesting."
I raised an eyebrow as I took the new parchment from him.
It only took me a moment to fully read it.
"Very Interesting." It seems this was going to be a more popular event than I had first thought.
[***]
Whew, I'm back, mostly. This chapter should have been out a few days ago, but work really kicked me in the balls. Originally, this wasn't going to be an interlude, but it got too long, so i just cut it off at this point and made it so. Normal schedule will resume this Tuesday EST.
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Chapter 315: Interlude 22
Lugh POV
"Another small meeting, is it?" I gently smiled as I walked through the door.
"We thought it was appropriate." Michael The Archangel replied with a kind smile himself.
"Well, I can't fault you for your decision. Thing are.....awkward right now everywhere. Trying to publicly meet would likely draw too many eyes of those that don't want such a meeting to happen."
"I hope you don't mind the location. I wished somewhere neutral since it was not just us this time." Michael gestured towards an empty seat across from him.
"Not at all, and I completely understand." It's never wrong to be cautious about accidently angering someone from another culture.
Many things could be said about the Heaven faction of the Abrahamic Religion, but rarely were they impolite or rude.
"Lady Gabriel, you are as brilliant as the last time we met." I greeted his second. "Your Father would be proud to know how bright you still shine after so many years."
The second Archangel smiled so brightly that even her aura seemed to be eclipsed. How Yahweh was able to create such a gentle and kind being is still a mystery to me. Which is even stranger when you consider that she was one of the fiercest warriors I'd ever laid my eyes on.
It has been many years since she had donned her armor for a true war, but behind those kind eyes of hers was a metal that could not be bent or shattered.
A contradictory existence, yet it just made her all the more exuberant in my eyes. A Warrior of such prowess that she choose to be gentle and loving towards anyone.
"Thank you, Lord Lugh." Gabriel said with complete genuineness.
"Would you like to call in your second, Lugh?" Michael asked.
"Who are you to address him so familiarly, Angel." Shadows around the room warped and condensed into the form of a crow with red eyes.
"Badb, it's alright. This isn't a formal meeting." I carefully eased the Goddess.
"Hmph." The Crow scoffed, silently standing upon the back of the other empty chair.
I couldn't blame her attitude. Most of my kin did not like the Abrahamic Factions for their part in causing our culture and history to become so obscure to the common masses. While I didn't hold the ones infront of me responsible for their follower's actions, it was still a.....sore subject.
No Pantheon in the world could claim that their followers have not done something they were embarrassed or ashamed of in their name.
It's not like we were the Egyptians who purposely challenged them.
The younger ones these days only saw that Heaven swept through and thoroughly embarrassed the Egyptian Gods, but the Egyptian's were certainly not without fault in that conflict.
"Goddess of War, it's an honor." Michael didn't react negatively in the slightest, and even lowered his head in greeting.
Badb, who was pretty much looking for a fight, basically went silent at his behavior. I could imagine her looking rather flustered right now, unable to force anything at his attitude.
I ignored her indignation for now and proceeded with the purpose of the meeting. "Shall we discuss the most obvious reason for gathering"
Michael, while still showing that same bright smile about him, still fell melancholic as I said the words. "Twelve Portals we've discovered and subsequently closed."
"Yes."
"And unfortunately, we discovered some of them rather late." Michael turned to his companion as Gabriel raised her head.
"We've lost twenty three Churches since they discovered that we were actively hunting them down." And it just felt wrong for her to show such sadness. What a pure creature she was. "In each occasion, we were able to push them back; however, the losses haven't been low."
"We've also suffered some losses. We don't have the same amount of follower to bring about. The few dozen Druids and knights that died in the conflicts are.....heavy. It's going to take a few years before the younger generation can step up." It was unfortunate, but we had to rely on our followers in matters like these.
"It's an unfortunate situation all around." Michael acknowledged. "We recently received the fourth batch of weapon that Lord Odin promised. So far, they have been wonderful in our fight. We separated the promised portion of them and will hand them over afterwards."
"Good, we've been dusting off some of the old iron weapons ourselves, but we welcome more all the same." I nodded in thanks.
"Have you made progress on what you spoke about in our last meeting?" Michael asked.
I couldn't help but sigh and shook my head. "Manannán mac Lir." I spoke the name of the Sea God who had all but retired from his official positions. "He's still bound by the agreements, even if his Wife passed many years ago. He couldn't give any worthwhile information about either Faerie Court."
His Wife, Fand, A Fairy Queen. Thus, he had taken up the position of a Fairy King many years ago.
Despite what many think, there are more than two Fairy Queens in existence. However, both Summer and Winter rule the Fae lands. The vast majority of any other Kings and Queens answered to them.
Very few were outside their influence.
"That is unfortunate." Michael frowned.
"Yes, however, we may not see any significant presence from them for the time being. As you probably are aware, their attention has been focused elsewhere."
Michael winced slightly. "I can't imagine the Winter Queen is.....pleased."
I snorted almost uncontrollably. "I've met her before, and I can tell you, she's pissed. Some 'mortal' cut off her hand when she overextended into Japan. I have no doubt she's putting out many fires due to her subjects taking advantage to try and usurp power. It's most likely the reason there hasn't been any retaliation."
Arrogant witch.
And I wasn't speaking of Balor.
"And the information?" I asked.
"Yes, the Forbidden Balor View Sacred Gear." Michael produced a piece of Parchment and slid it over to me.
I picked it up, scanning over its contents and frowning. "Should I consider myself unlucky then?" I let out a sigh.
Michael gave a wry smile. "I apologize, I had not know until I investigated."
"It's not your fault." I waived it off. "How were either of us supposed to know that it appeared in a Dhampir that was reincarnated by Lucifer's little sister." I let out a sigh, burning the parchment away. "It's not like I unwillingly handed over Grandfather's Evil Eye to you all back then either."
The Powers of the Sacred Gear came from Yahweh processing Grandfather's Eye. I had willingly traded it with them at the time because we were in a much more precarious situation. We received much needed resources that played a significant role in our people winning over the Fomorians.
"I'll try to broach the subject at the Peace Meeting then, even if it's unlikely to go anywhere." I resigned myself to not get my hands on that thing again. It would go a long way if we tried to sue for peace once more with the Formorians. And if not, well, I had other plans for it.
"So you are decided in joining us?"
"Yes, I believe it to be in our own best interest with the potential of outsiders to interfere in our own disputes." I glanced at Badb who was silent this time.
She didn't like cooperating with other Factions, however I think she realized the situation we were now in.
"Not to mention, there are things we wish to confirm as well." The atmosphere turned dark. "Badb." I spoke her name with a hint of my own Divinity added.
The pressure in the room alleviated with a annoyed noise from the Crow.
"You speak of Scáthach." Michael asked.
"Yes. Let's just say there are plenty who are....wary of her supposed return." Which was a very polite way of saying it.
How many lesser Gods had fallen by her hands? How many Demi-Gods, Champions, or favored by our Pantheon had been turned to corpses at the end of her infamous spear?
She relished in the Great War, and many different Factions suffered before she finally fell.
Many had mixed feelings about her even among my own kin. Not many humans could achieve what she had, which made her even the more controversial figure.
The Morrigan being the most outspoken in disfavor.
"But you have your own concerns as well." I mentally gave one last goodbye to Great-grandfather's harp.
"Yes, hopefully, this will be enough to request the Spear back.....among other things." Michael didn't sound too sure of himself.
"You've known he's had the spear for awhile now. Why the sudden need to get it back?" I admittedly didn't know the exact details of what happened, as most didn't concern me.
"He was able to use it."
"Oh?" I blinked at that. "Is he not a Half-Devil?"
"He is."
"Hmm, that's strange." I rubbed my chin.
"We have some reason to believe that he is able to remove his weakness to Holy Power. Which is how he was able to use the Spear." Michael explained.
"Ah. You're worried that it's a repeatable method, and if he can remove that weakness, it can become a significant weapon for Devils as a whole."
It was a Spear worthy of being a God's weapon. It didn't lose out to my own Spear in the slightest.
Give something like that to those freakish Super Devils, then their power would just increase further. Thankfully, they are still susceptible to Holy Power just as any other Devil is. Or so I thought, that might change from what Michaels' implied.
This meeting was looking more and more interesting. A definite headache, but interesting nonetheless.
"It is one of our main concern, yes." Michael fully acknowledged. "Can we count on you?"
"I would happily attend at your side." I would support them in this case. Our alliance had lasted many years, and I saw no reason why to not help them now. The benefits far outweighed any perceived negative. Not to mention, we have our own interests in it.
Michael smiled brightly again. "I have the full reports as to what happened, if you wish to read over them. I think you'll find some things rather interesting."
I raised an eyebrow as I took the new parchment from him.
It only took me a moment to fully read it.
"Very Interesting." It seems this was going to be a more popular event than I had first thought.
[***]
Whew, I'm back, mostly. This chapter should have been out a few days ago, but work really kicked me in the balls. Originally, this wasn't going to be an interlude, but it got too long, so i just cut it off at this point and made it so. Normal schedule will resume this Tuesday EST.
Anyways, Merry Christmas, Happy Holidays, and if you want to support me or read 7 chapters ahead, visit my p.a.t.r.e.o.n.c.o.m. / astoryforone
Chapter 315: Interlude 22Lugh POV "Another small meeting, is it?" I gently smiled as I walked through the door. "We thought it was appropriate." Michael The Archangel replied with a kind smile himself. "Well, I can't fault you for your decision. Thing are.....awkward right now everywhere. Trying to publicly meet would likely draw too many eyes of those that don't want such a meeting to happen." "I hope you don't mind the location. I wished somewhere neutral since it was not just us this time." Michael gestured towards an empty seat across from him. "Not at all, and I completely understand." It's never wrong to be cautious about accidently angering someone from another culture. Many things could be said about the Heaven faction of the Abrahamic Religion, but rarely were they impolite or rude. "Lady Gabriel, you are as brilliant as the last time we met." I greeted his second. "Your Father would be proud to know how bright you still shine after so many years." The second Archangel smiled so brightly that even her aura seemed to be eclipsed. How Yahweh was able to create such a gentle and kind being is still a mystery to me. Which is even stranger when you consider that she was one of the fiercest warriors I'd ever laid my eyes on. It has been many years since she had donned her armor for a true war, but behind those kind eyes of hers was a metal that could not be bent or shattered. A contradictory existence, yet it just made her all the more exuberant in my eyes. A Warrior of such prowess that she choose to be gentle and loving towards anyone. "Thank you, Lord Lugh." Gabriel said with complete genuineness. "Would you like to call in your second, Lugh?" Michael asked. "Who are you to address him so familiarly, Angel." Shadows around the room warped and condensed into the form of a crow with red eyes. "Badb, it's alright. This isn't a formal meeting." I carefully eased the Goddess. "Hmph." The Crow scoffed, silently standing upon the back of the other empty chair. I couldn't blame her attitude. Most of my kin did not like the Abrahamic Factions for their part in causing our culture and history to become so obscure to the common masses. While I didn't hold the ones infront of me responsible for their follower's actions, it was still a.....sore subject. No Pantheon in the world could claim that their followers have not done something they were embarrassed or ashamed of in their name. It's not like we were the Egyptians who purposely challenged them. The younger ones these days only saw that Heaven swept through and thoroughly embarrassed the Egyptian Gods, but the Egyptian's were certainly not without fault in that conflict. "Goddess of War, it's an honor." Michael didn't react negatively in the slightest, and even lowered his head in greeting. Badb, who was pretty much looking for a fight, basically went silent at his behavior. I could imagine her looking rather flustered right now, unable to force anything at his attitude. I ignored her indignation for now and proceeded with the purpose of the meeting. "Shall we discuss the most obvious reason for gathering" Michael, while still showing that same bright smile about him, still fell melancholic as I said the words. "Twelve Portals we've discovered and subsequently closed." "Yes." "And unfortunately, we discovered some of them rather late." Michael turned to his companion as Gabriel raised her head. "We've lost twenty three Churches since they discovered that we were actively hunting them down." And it just felt wrong for her to show such sadness. What a pure creature she was. "In each occasion, we were able to push them back; however, the losses haven't been low." "We've also suffered some losses. We don't have the same amount of follower to bring about. The few dozen Druids and knights that died in the conflicts are.....heavy. It's going to take a few years before the younger generation can step up." It was unfortunate, but we had to rely on our followers in matters like these. "It's an unfortunate situation all around." Michael acknowledged. "We recently received the fourth batch of weapon that Lord Odin promised. So far, they have been wonderful in our fight. We separated the promised portion of them and will hand them over afterwards." "Good, we've been dusting off some of the old iron weapons ourselves, but we welcome more all the same." I nodded in thanks. "Have you made progress on what you spoke about in our last meeting?" Michael asked. I couldn't help but sigh and shook my head. "Manannan mac Lir." I spoke the name of the Sea God who had all but retired from his official positions. "He's still bound by the agreements, even if his Wife passed many years ago. He couldn't give any worthwhile information about either Faerie Court." His Wife, Fand, A Fairy Queen. Thus, he had taken up the position of a Fairy King many years ago. Despite what many think, there are more than two Fairy Queens in existence. However, both Summer and Winter rule the Fae lands. The vast majority of any other Kings and Queens answered to them. Very few were outside their influence. "That is unfortunate." Michael frowned. "Yes, however, we may not see any significant presence from them for the time being. As you probably are aware, their attention has been focused elsewhere." Michael winced slightly. "I can't imagine the Winter Queen is.....pleased." I snorted almost uncontrollably. "I've met her before, and I can tell you, she's pissed. Some 'mortal' cut off her hand when she overextended into Japan. I have no doubt she's putting out many fires due to her subjects taking advantage to try and usurp power. It's most likely the reason there hasn't been any retaliation." Arrogant witch. And I wasn't speaking of Balor. "And the information?" I asked. "Yes, the Forbidden Balor View Sacred Gear." Michael produced a piece of Parchment and slid it over to me. I picked it up, scanning over its contents and frowning. "Should I consider myself unlucky then?" I let out a sigh. Michael gave a wry smile. "I apologize, I had not know until I investigated." "It's not your fault." I waived it off. "How were either of us supposed to know that it appeared in a Dhampir that was reincarnated by Lucifer's little sister." I let out a sigh, burning the parchment away. "It's not like I unwillingly handed over Grandfather's Evil Eye to you all back then either." The Powers of the Sacred Gear came from Yahweh processing Grandfather's Eye. I had willingly traded it with them at the time because we were in a much more precarious situation. We received much needed resources that played a significant role in our people winning over the Fomorians. "I'll try to broach the subject at the Peace Meeting then, even if it's unlikely to go anywhere." I resigned myself to not get my hands on that thing again. It would go a long way if we tried to sue for peace once more with the Formorians. And if not, well, I had other plans for it. "So you are decided in joining us?" "Yes, I believe it to be in our own best interest with the potential of outsiders to interfere in our own disputes." I glanced at Badb who was silent this time. She didn't like cooperating with other Factions, however I think she realized the situation we were now in. "Not to mention, there are things we wish to confirm as well." The atmosphere turned dark. "Badb." I spoke her name with a hint of my own Divinity added. The pressure in the room alleviated with a annoyed noise from the Crow. "You speak of Scathach." Michael asked. "Yes. Let's just say there are plenty who are....wary of her supposed return." Which was a very polite way of saying it. How many lesser Gods had fallen by her hands? How many Demi-Gods, Champions, or favored by our Pantheon had been turned to corpses at the end of her infamous spear? She relished in the Great War, and many different Factions suffered before she finally fell. Many had mixed feelings about her even among my own kin. Not many humans could achieve what she had, which made her even the more controversial figure. The Morrigan being the most outspoken in disfavor. "But you have your own concerns as well." I mentally gave one last goodbye to Great-grandfather's harp. "Yes, hopefully, this will be enough to request the Spear back.....among other things." Michael didn't sound too sure of himself. "You've known he's had the spear for awhile now. Why the sudden need to get it back?" I admittedly didn't know the exact details of what happened, as most didn't concern me. "He was able to use it." "Oh?" I blinked at that. "Is he not a Half-Devil?" "He is." "Hmm, that's strange." I rubbed my chin. "We have some reason to believe that he is able to remove his weakness to Holy Power. Which is how he was able to use the Spear." Michael explained. "Ah. You're worried that it's a repeatable method, and if he can remove that weakness, it can become a significant weapon for Devils as a whole." It was a Spear worthy of being a God's weapon. It didn't lose out to my own Spear in the slightest. Give something like that to those freakish Super Devils, then their power would just increase further. Thankfully, they are still susceptible to Holy Power just as any other Devil is. Or so I thought, that might change from what Michaels' implied. This meeting was looking more and more interesting. A definite headache, but interesting nonetheless. "It is one of our main concern, yes." Michael fully acknowledged. "Can we count on you?" "I would happily attend at your side." I would support them in this case. Our alliance had lasted many years, and I saw no reason why to not help them now. The benefits far outweighed any perceived negative. Not to mention, we have our own interests in it. Michael smiled brightly again. "I have the full reports as to what happened, if you wish to read over them. I think you'll find some things rather interesting." I raised an eyebrow as I took the new parchment from him. It only took me a moment to fully read it. "Very Interesting." It seems this was going to be a more popular event than I had first thought. *** Whew, I'm back, mostly. This chapter should have been out a few days ago, but work really kicked me in the balls. Originally, this wasn't going to be an interlude, but it got too long, so i just cut it off at this point and made it so. Normal schedule will resume this Tuesday EST. Anyways, Merry Christmas, Happy Holidays, and if you want to support me or read 7 chapters ahead, visit my p.a.t.r.e.o.n.c.o.m. / astoryforone
