"Its him, again, Brother." The metallic female spoke with enthusiasm.

"So I see." A light tint of either jealousy or disgust, perhaps both, which wouldn't surprise Angel in his voice.

"What have you brought me this time, Warrior?" She had noticed that all the gifts were decided around her favorites and fascinations.

"The black-pearls of Chin Dynasty." Angel held the black pearled necklace gently on his pal before she claimed it in her own.

"What a beautiful piece of jewelry. Have you ever seen such-" Her partner in "crime" silenced her by waving a hand in the air, making her feel small and belittled.

"Get to the point Lower Being. Why have you called on us again?" He paid no attention to his opposite, who rolled her eyes at his lack of compassion and returned her sight on the soft threaded balls.

"I want to know what happened to Buffy." He had not noticed the action going on between the others. His thoughts were, of course, else where.

"The Slayer..." The female thought to herself, putting a hand in the air, receiving an answer from the Powers That Be. "That's not our position to tell you. You shall go on as if nothing happened and live the prophecy." She had surprised Angel with her new attitude. "Is that all?" She started to turn away.

"NO!" They both shot their bodies to face Angel at his abruptness. "I need to know. Why won't you tell me?" He tried to stay calm around them, but with everything that had been going on his control was well below normal.

"She wasn't supposed to be pregnant. The Slayer cannot have the effects of the pregnancy interfering, In order for the best possible outcome of this crucial event. To have a gifted child in harm's way would have been more painful to deal with had you known and possibly lost it then."

"Known what? That Buffy was pregnant? That she and I could have had normal. A normal life TOGETHER? A family?" He gave a useless sarcastic look and put a hand to his chin, lightly rubbing it. "Yeah, I guess I can see how it could be painful."

They didn't appreciate his odd and twisted humor. "You're all pawns in their game the forces are playing, you have a destiny to worry about, not personal affairs!" The male hollered at Angel.

"Don't be cruel." She called behind him.

"You are very important to the prophecy. All four of you. It was for the best." They turned again, their backs to Angel already by the time he had remembered the other reasons for calling upon them.

"What about the vampire that was talking to Caela's spirit, The Goddess Gabrielle?" He called after them. They turned and looked at each other with concern on their faces. Finally, with eyes wider than ever before, they looked to him.

"He's done it again, Brother." Still staring at Angel, studying him for something.

"Done what?" Angel's eyebrows raised at the new fishbowl attention he was acquiring from the two.

"He has managed to speak to you without our knowing." She took a deep, possibly needless, breath. "He likes to contact his opponents before the battles. But never personally. Only through other passages. Places where you're most vulnerable at."

"Our dreams." Angel whispered to himself. Then, "What does he have against Gabrielle?" Trying to get as much information as possible in one visit.

"She's his wife." The male obliged.

"WAS...his wife." She added. "Until he started to desire more than what he had. She didn't like the way he ran things in his...department and killed herself." She saw Angel's awe struck eyes, then corrected the thoughts in his head. "Her body only. She can, as a God, live any way she choses. He r choice being The Kismetin. She's been waiting for this for hundreds of years."

"What is this God's name?"

Another deep breath, again, unnecessary. "He has many names. But the one you will be more probable to comprehend the meaning of and his powers is Tharsian."

Part Twenty-Three

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