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Ke'Nel watched the tow visitors come and go, and then wondered why they hadn't notice Taria or Aurora. He thought nothign of it. His spels were mostly drained, but thanks to all his Nelphean hunting, he was as strong as ever. He sang an elvish lullaby, and continued to put the window togther, piece by piece.

The imp frowned, but didn't really care to tell the truth. "What ever keeps Mephetos' stomach full works for me."

"A good decision, Mephetos. Now then, lets get started..." A book openned up and lay down on a pedestal that had been set in here for his work, and pages flipped by themselves until they came upon something specific, the binding of a familiar. With a bit of a smile, he looked down on it as it was still held to the table. "This may hurt. And when its done, youll be in part of Johnavon's mind. Do try to avoid ending up like the Fallen, it would be a waste of a servant." Somewhere deep inside his head he could still feel the Fallen, rattling around in fresh chains and he laughed more, planning to drag that wretched soul back with him when he left his body behind once more. Then he began work on the spell, and was not exactly gentle with Mephetos' binding.

((Fade to black. Im done.))

Her ears perked up as she lowered Soulforge, which had lost its fire now, and gave out a giggle as she turned to her parents. "All better." Setting the blade gently down she clasped her hands behind her back and rocked on her heels.

A confused look was given between Aura and Eclipse before Aura reached down and picked Ecara up hugging the child. "That was amazing...how did you do that?" She ruffled Ecara's hair then picked up Soulforge, slipping it back into her belt in the place it usually took. Aura shook her head and looked to Eclipse. "We should stay here for the night. I'm sure Kian will let us stay with him...after we explain a few things."

"What about the sword?" He was circling it, and wasn't too comfortable leaving it behind.

"Leave it for now, we'll worry about it in the morning. You're not to touch it, now come one." Turning from the sword she made her way back to Kian's.

One final snort at the sword and he turned following suit.

Sleeping, dreaming, ever disheartened, Nelphean slept away the hours, until four had passed since he collapsed. His chest hurt, but not from the wound... He felt guilty about bringing this upon the manor, it was his soul fault that they had come, and it was his fault for remaining in the manor that they had to fight the devils. It was Nelphean's fault that those he loved were placed directly in Harms way. The elf stood, and looked about the infermry, and fell back onto the bed. He lay very still, almost unable to move, the weight of the world fully pressing against his tired and aching limbs. He replayed the long battle in his mind, and noted how badly he would have been beaten if that went on much longer. He only managed to kill one of the fiends, and not even the right one...

Tears rolled over his eyes, on falling to each side of his face, and he pictured the destruction of the manor...

Urieal walked into the infermry, and stood near the awake elf, and watched the creature foolishly accuse himself of brigning this fate upon the manor. Urieal hated that self imposed guilt. Had Nelphean wandered away from the manor, and Bastet had know of the comming evil, they both would have died. The angelic being walked beside the bed, and scolded the elf, "You can never hold yourself responsible for the actions of outsiders."

"I betrayed her, and brought this fate upon us."

"You did, didn't you." Urieal whipped off his blades, two claws that errected from his gauntlets, long and curved. "Heaven came to your resque."

"How many died?"

"Only the candles, who died for you, and for Tallfellow."

The elf smiled, "Brave, as they should be."

"Wizard, without you they would have never know life, don't pity their lose, for every moment was only gain. Pity those who lived, who must now come to terms with a life without them. Then again, who likes people who cry for the living." Urieal removed his weapons, and placed them in their odd looking scabbords. "Azaireal sent me here to help you, that Archangel ahd been watching over you since you arrived, with that devil's gaze upon you. Azaireal saw that she was obessed, and made plans to counter hers, except he realized that she would wait until the angels were busy, defending the gates of heaven from the large strike force she had inspired to go against them. Azaireal would have fought for you, had he could."

"Who are you?"

Urieal laughed, "I am that which once was dark, but now is light. I have spent my whole life hunting the warrrior Serafor, but now finds his peace fighting for the archangels. I am not a celestial by birth, but I am by rite." Urieal placed a claws hand on Nelphean's chest. "It will heal, and their is no evil in it." Then, the servent of heaven disappeared.

Talon and Claw herd the shout from a female voice, and looked at each other. "That must be Aurahkah..." The duet walked away from the wreakage of Monolith, and took a short flight to the gates, to see the heir of the manor. Standing tall, about seven feet high, with avian features for the upper half of their body, but lion-like legs and tails at the lower half. The each wore chaimail armour and had quivers that were empty, and curved shamshir (scimitar) swords on their hips.

"Hello, good travellers." Claw greated.

"Claw, they are the owners." Talon corrected.

"Well, Talon, How are we to be sure, she scremed at the sight of a ruined manor, we can't just expect that only the owner would fret. Wouldn't you be upset if you came home to find this beloved place in such disrepair." Claw conversed.

"The devils attacked while you were out, I guess... and they made a real mess of the place out here... Don't know much about the insides.. Haven't been in since I was born." Talon offered.

"Nelphean is somewhere inside, I think." Claw looked towards the battered door, "We almost kept the damage to a minimum, but then they had to throw the metal giant into the doors."

"Rain had a nice flight, but he is a better pilot when he has a ship with wings." Talon smiled softly, "The cat-girl almost had her head smashed in. Missed by a few inches."

"Ke'Nel might also be able to fill in the blanks, we were defeated rather early in the brawl." Claw shruged.

"Sorry that we were unable to better serve your manor, mistress."

Kellendel kept sleeping, but the other two leaped up imediatly. Rain drew his side arm and pointed it at the speaker, but realising the futility of it, he put it back. He spoke to her an an acient dialect of elvish that was older than Aurahkah.

Xail also looked rather feverish upon his un-wanted awakened state, but looked at her posed and easily understood that she was really upset over somthing... Looking about the room, the freeloader understood. He woke up the mage, who was the only one of the three that could talk to her.

Kellendel tried to stay asleep, but the constant nudging from Xail woke him... He looked at the manorite, and smiled. "Hello there." He said rather calmly, "What is all the fuss?"

Kellendel gazed at the girl, and noticed the abnormality of her, but looked back at Aurahkah and guestured, trying to think of how to best aswer the question, the easiest answe rwas probably the best. "Rain, and I are Nelphean's friends, coem here to help fight his fiendish foes. Xail," Kellendel pointed to the bald man, "is my bodyguard." Kellendel thought he forgot something, but realised he never introduced himself. "I am the great and all powerful archmage of Advoneria! Kellendel!" He said rather joyously. He was very cheery, despite having his doom standing before him.

"We fought in the Battle of The Front, defending the doors and gates from the onslaught of the devil army. WE managed to hold them with the aid of General Tallfellow for a while until we were pushed back into the manor." Kellendel paused, "Rain's Warwalker was tossed through the doors, and trees were uprooted, brave ents that they were... Most of the candles perished, but we managed to keep the most of the army out." Kellendel pointed to some of the scourch marks. "Some devils transported themselves into the manor and fought with the inhabitants, trying to keep them from getting to Nelphean, who now lays mostly dead in the infermery... with a Cat-woman, I believe Nelly called her Bastet. Ke'Nel went somewhere... so he is around, and that is about all I know. Nelphean never reported back to us."