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PART FOUR - THIRTY-SIX

Out of all the Parts, this one needs most rewriting! I'm sorry if it's not as good as the last three parts! But I wrote this nearly two-three years ago.

Thank you for reading! I hope you enjoy!

PART FOUR – THIRTY-SIX

"I call this meeting," said the leader of the seven Archangels, Ltiradon, who sat around a white, lined with gold marbled table. "For I have felt the balance shift a great deal on the human realm."

"I, too, have felt the shift," said another. Looking showed it to be the Archangel of fire, Ftirre. Standing, he was one of the smaller Archangels at seven-one. But his height said nothing. As his name, the angel's eyes, hair and wings were the colour of flames that constantly moved. Constantly burned.

The other Archangels nodded in agreement.

"So," asked Btireaut, the Archangel of beauty. "What are we going to do?"

Where Ftirre was the smallest and had many colours, Btireaut was the opposite. He was the tallest angel alive at eight-seven and his hair, eyes and wings were a stunning diamond. Even Ltiradon fell into awe at the sight of the beautiful male. Especially when he stood tall and proud as the bright orb of fire rose behind him over the horizon, creating a thousand colours wherever he walked.

Ktirow, the Archangel of knowledge, spoke up. "The balance has still yet to settle. I suggest we wait to see if the unbalance balances once again."

White haired, and dark grey eyed, Ktirow was one of the eldest angels alive, and it showed in the slight wrinkles around the angels eyes. Not many lived to such an age were it could be seen. Dove soft wings settled behind him.

"Settle!" Dtiroya's fist slammed down on the table. Only angel magic kept it unblemished. "Settle! Has your age sent you mad old man? We have an ellengæst linked with an angel!"

Dtiroya, the Archangel of destruction, was one of two female Archangels, the other was Htirifve, the Archangel of healing. Being a female Archangel was feat in itself, since it was well known that males were chosen to wield more magic than the females. Of course, that was proving different with what was happening on the human realm where, as Dtiroya had said, a female ellengæst – a demon, an original – was linked to a babe of their kind.

Dtiroya was like a chameleon that survived on the human realm. She could change her hair, eyes, skin, and wing tones, but only through the hues of purple. Currently, she sat with skin the same white as the marble where her fist lay, her hair and wings were a bright, luminous purple, and her eyes were a coal black.

Ktirow, flared his wings behind him in intimidation. They were several arm lengths long. And with his knowledge of all things backing him up, the intimidation worked. To a point. "The ellengæst in question is asleep. She is doing no harm."

"And when she wakes, O' Wise One?" the title was said in a snarl by Dtiroya, who feared nothing. "What then?"

"Then we will see."

"Jtirgees?" Ltiradon question him. "You are judgement."

Jitrgees looked at him, but he stayed silent. Jitrgees was unique among angel kind. His eyes were pure white, no iris, no pupil, yet he had perfect vision. His hair fell like a rainbow on the human realm, and his jet black wings were prized for their pure silver webbed pattern that decorated the inner side of his wing, while the outer side was the opposite, crystal white with black lines. He was second in beauty to Btireaut for his features were not quiet as perfect.

"She is also linked to the draca," Htirifve said quietly. Almost reluctantly, Ltiradon thought. "And through the female to the rest of the Elite clan who rules over all other dracan left on the realm."