“Not only that,” Aphotic inserted, “but like it or not, we’ve got humans in our ranks now. Oliver, Winnie. We need someone who’s familiar with the human makeup.”
Eclipse didn’t mention Orianna’s mother, who was currently en route. Considering he had no place other than the mansion to put her, they were about to add one more to the head count. But he’d be damned if he would apologize for it.
“Agree.” Obsidian paced across the room, then paused.
Eclipse should’ve known what he was doing, but it wasn’t until he heard the flutter of wings that he realized Obsidian had summoned Michael.
Heaven help them all. That male was spending more and more time here. In fact, Eclipse was surprised Michael hadn’t commandeered his own crash pad so he could waste away the days, not only the nights.
The archangel took a quick look around, dark brows lowering. “Who died?”
Eclipse growled low in his throat, pinning the male with a hateful glare.
“Relax.” Michael waved him off. “I’m well aware of the human and her … issues.”
Issues? He’d blown her apart, brought her back together, and now her body was rejecting itself.
Obsidian went on to explain the situation as well as tack on his request for a medical professional.
“Your request is for an angel to heal your humans?” Michael snorted as though the suggestion was ludicrous.
Eclipse planted his shoulder against the wall and listened as Obsidian made their case, listing out a handful of incidents that had required their healing powers in just the last couple of months. Though those seemed few and far between, to hear them laid out like that told Eclipse they required a healer far more often than he’d thought.
“Fine,” Michael blurted, cutting Obsidian off mid-sentence. “You can have Apollo and Amethyst.” Michael’s silver gaze slowly slid over each of their faces. “Under one condition.”
Eclipse rolled his eyes. The archangel never did anything without getting something in return. Which reminded him, he’d yet to learn what Obsidian had put up as collateral for Michael’s participation in uniting Taayin’s and Asmia’s souls.
“Our previous agreement still stands,” Michael told Obsidian. “Within the time frame we previously outlined.”
Clearly he hadn’t forgotten about it.
“I know,” Obsidian grumbled. “What’s your stipulation?”
“You seven shall erect a training facility. Here in Darkness. Rather than undergo their training in Heaven, all new recruits will come here. Where the seven of you will bestow your knowledge and skills upon them.”
Eclipse frowned, peering over at his brothers. Seriously? Michael wanted them to be …teachers?
“Each class will be made up of fifty to sixty males—”
“Why not females?” Shadow questioned, the words coming out on a snarl.
“Fine … and females if there are any who’re interested.”
That last part was said on a huff of air, as though Michael couldn’t believe there would be any females interested in taking up the fight here on Earth.
“You’ll have one year for each class. Once they’re in prime condition, they’ll be returned for relocation.”
“I’ll need to discuss this with my brothers,” Obsidian told him. “You’ll have my answer by morning.”
Michael nodded. His wings expanded and then he was gone.
“Training?” Aphotic snorted. “Is he serious? Us?”
Eclipse noticed Obsidian was peering over at Stygian. The two males had been responsible for training the rest of them, so they had the experience. Made sense that Michael would request them to be at the helm. But the rest of them? Who was going to hold up the fight if they were all in a classroom with their thumbs up their asses?
“Amethyst and Apollo?” Shadow grumbled. “Has anyone even seen them in the past five hundred years?”
“They’ve been helping with Michael’s warrior offspring,” Obsidian explained.
