"I can't sleep."
Mawthrough looked down at her.
"I haven't slept at all tonight. And from the look on your face you won't sleep either. So you may as well talk to me."
Part of him wondered what he hoped to accomplish with this. The other part didn't care.

Inferno looked up.
"That is true. Still, perhaps they'll kick him through a few walls and come down to join us here, if they have a brave thought or two."

Ezekiel shrugged, "Mercy doesn't wanna harm Michael, and Garbriel has never cared much about any conflicts. Had Lucifer not gone insane, I would ask him for aid."

Amalia turned around, looking at Shrike with a stern expression on her pale features. "No." She said firmly. "I know you have the best intentions; but this is something I'd prefer to do on my own."

Shrike's hand returned to its fleshy form, "I was simply going to let you talk with one of your departed family members."

A puzzled expression formed on Amalia's face. "You can do that?" She asked. "More importantly, you'd do that for me?"

Shrike nodded, "Yes, I can do this. Its the privilege of the Grim."

"And you can bring anyone back?" Amalia asked, still with a puzzled expression on her face.

Nijuu began to stir slightly. She opened her eyes, and realized she had fallen asleep in Grey's lap. She smiled gently, as she crawled off his lap, and laid him on the ground. She then grabbed the blanket, and pulled it over the both of them, as she rested her head on Grey's chest.

Grey stretched out in his slip, his arms hugging her body close to his.

Shrike shook his head, "I can call forth their soul, that is all, I cannot bring them back to life."

Amalia, though her puzzled expression remained on her face, nodded her head. "Can you?" She asked.

Nijuu continued to smile, as she drifted back to sleep in Grey's arms.

Pulsating red seals begin to break apart, all over Grey's body, signalling that in just one more day, his power would be released.

Shrike nodded, "Yes, I can do it, but the question is, do you want me to?"

Amalia nodded her head once. "Yes please." She replied promptly.

Nijuu nuzzled Grey's chest as she slept soundly, a happy, and peaceful expression written across her pale features.

Shrike's hand went skeletal again, and reached into what appeared to be a void, sifting through, until finally, he found what he was looking for, taking out and older man from within the void.

Grey's heart beat normal, a flutter here and there, no sign of discomfort.

The puzzled expression melted from Amalia's face, as she stared in disbelief at the embodiment of her uncle's soul. "Un-uncle?!"

In her sleep, Nijuu turned in Grey's arms, still with a peaceful expression on her face. As she turned, she breathed Grey's name, then smiled.

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