Guardian Angel

Chapter 15: Rectification

"Poor fools you've come all this way just to die," Túrin began holding his sword out to his enemies.

"I don't think that'll be happening any time soon, Archangel. Look around you, you're surrounded," one of the Grigori boasted.

"All I'm surrounded by is fear and deadmen," Túrin declared and in blinding speed cut down the one who had foolishly boasted, striking fear into those who surrounded him. "As I said before, fear and deadmen," he repeated before he cut down every single fallen angel that stood against him, going as far as to turn some of their own attacks against them.

After the last fallen angel had been struck down, Túrin went with posthaste to the laboratory that Xenovia and Kiba were no doubt being kept in. As more Grigori attempted to stop him, Túrin unleashed the purifying flames of the Phoenix reducing his enemies to ashes. Melting through the door, there were yet more fallen angels inside.

"And here I thought I'd killed all of you," Túrin sighed in annoyance. "Oh well, time to clean up," he declared as he charged forward fighting through the Grigori with skill nary unmatched.

Leaving a single Grigori alive so he could question them, when it was just the two of them, the Grigori was consumed with fear.

"A boy with blonde hair in a school uniform and a girl with blue hair with a green streak, wearing a latex outfit came here, where are they?!" Túrin asked him as he glared directly into the Grigori's very soul.

"I-I-In the basement," the Grigori answered in a stutter.

"Alright, now where's Kokabiel?" Túrin asked.

"I don't know, I'm just a grunt, I just do as I'm told and that's it," the Grigori explained. "Please don't kill me, I'll leave Kuoh never show my face here again, I'll go anywhere, please just spare me," he begged with tears in his eyes.

"Alright, I'll let you live, but Azazel may not," Túrin reminded him. "Get out of my sight!" he demanded.

"Yes, of course, whatever you say," the Grigori said as he ran for his life out of the laboratory.

Searching for the entrance to the basement, when he found it he flew down in haste where he found Xenovia and Kiba chained against the back wall battered and beaten. Rushing over he cut the chains that bound their hands and shook them awake.

"T-Túrin?" Xenovia questioned coughing up a small amount of blood.

"Easy you two, easy," he said lifting them up into his arms.

"Forgive us, we failed," Xenovia admitted with a solemn expression on her face.

"No, you have no need to be sorry, everything's going to be alright now," he assured her.

"Irina, where is Irina?" she asked him worriedly.

"Irina's fine, just worry about yourself," he instructed her as he took them upstairs and out of the laboratory. "I may not be as gifted a healer as my brother, Gabriel is, but I'm good enough," he stated before using his healing power to mend the wounds on both Xenovia and Kiba, though even with their wounds now healed they barely had the strength to stand.

Just as Túrin was about to leave for the ORC, Rias and the others arrived. Seeing the state Kiba was in, Rias' heart dropped as she rushed over.

"He'll be alright, he just needs his rest," Túrin assured her in a soothing voice.

"Alright and Xenovia?" she asked him.

"She'll be fine too, provided she gets enough rest as well," he explained as Rias took Kiba into her arms, allowing Túrin to fully take Xenovia into his. "Alright let's go," he suggested as he spread his wings and flew off with the others.