Army of Sin - Season 2 - The Gathering

Episode XXII - Lose One, Gain Two

Location: The Angelic Infirmary…

Hidden amongst the clouds in the sky were several doorways scattered across the globe. These doorways and their coordinates were passed on to all angels upon completion of both flight and battle training; doors that joined the mortal and immortal world. Through one such shimmering and golden doorway, the Archangel Gabriel made her way, flanked on either side by two other senior archangels.

The light within the room they entered held a soft glow, its hue one meant to promote healing - both for the mentally and spiritually and on the rare occasion; the physically wounded. The angels that sat in the corner of the room paused their chorus of song as they swept to their feet to pay compliments to the Archangels.

“Please, relax,” Gabriel instructed after returning a bow of her own.

Within this place of healing, even the mere hint of violence was an alien concept and in the case of the Archangel Davial, it meant a change of wardrobe from his normal warlike garb. His arms were still however, no less fearsome as they ran down the sides of a sleeveless white robe - the fluid steps of an experienced fighter carrying him to the wounded angel lying on an infirmary bed.

The sound of a harp being plucked resumed as the angelic choir once more began their song of healing.

“Where is Kiara?” Cama’el, a former healer before ascending to the rank of Archangel, asked.

“She is not here at the moment,” the infirmary angel on duty spoke over the low, soft tones of the choir, “She has gone to the garden to gather more herbs-”

“No, no,” Kiara, the most senior healer and Power in charge of the infirmary replied, stepping through a shimmering door on the other side of the room as if on cue.

The Power Kiara stood at a generous five feet, five inches boasting one of the most unique pairs of wings among all of angelkind. Of the four wings that grew from her back, one pair was pure white and the other; a sweeping light brown that deepened in colour nearer the tips. There was at present, a running debate amongst the historians and theoretics as to what colour her new wings would be upon ascending to an Archangel.

Her face bore the stamp of genuine kindness with her dimpled, heart-warming smile that showed the slight gap in her teeth and large, brown intelligent eyes the colour of rich, dark chocolate. She held not an aggressive bone in her petite body; her naturally pleasant aura always calling to the protective instincts of all she came into contact with. Such was Kiara’s affinity for nature and all things associated with healing that even trees and plants alike swayed in the direction of her passage. Now, as she stood before the powerful forces of three Archangels, she offered welcoming and dimpled smiles to each as she curled a caramel-coloured wing in front of her body to remove a small twig caught between the feathers near her wingtip.

“How may I be of assistance?” Kiara asked in a melodic and husky tone.

Can you wake the young one? We need to have a word with him, Davial asked, the bass of his mental voice sliding through the healer’s mind.

Give me a moment, Kiara replied along the same pathway, I must wake him soon to eat.

Even in this world where Archangels enjoyed a position nearest the top of the food chain, there was never to be a command given to the gentle beings that worked in the infirmary.

Crossing on light feet to the injured angel’s bedside, Kiara’s eyes glowed with power as she ran her knuckles down the side of Fredial’s face.

The intensity of the choir rose as the healer worked.

Reaching into his mind, Kiara followed the neural pathways that led to the region housing the younger angel’s pain. Encircling the pain center in a shawl of her own power, the healer roused the injured angel from the induced coma. It took great dexterity to manage the emotional signals sent to the brain; failure to exert proper control, often resulted in more damage being done.