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EPILOGUE
The house was quiet. The monumental changes that had taken place between its walls over the last few nights had no effect on its tranquility. As far as the house was concerned, it was just another day.
Azrael lay in his private sanctum, body calming for rest, feeling the pressure of the sun on his fine sensibilities. Checking in on each of the members of his home.
Megel and his new one were quite happily lost in each other for the moment. It was a good match, for that he was thankful. The Childe wouldn't mourn his lost life much or often. Azrael had faith in Michael's ability to bring Joseph through this.
David had wept for a bit afterwards, but even that was healing. It hadn't taken much, just a bit of tolerance on Michael's part. Soon the haunted look in his charge's eyes would fade, and David would be at peace.
As for Anna; the girl was like every other female known to man. On one hand, she was overjoyed that Joseph was no longer a slave, yet on the other, the chit sobbed for hours over his loss. Azrael came to a conclusion; it didn't matter if a man was one hundred or one hundred thousand, no man ever really understood how a woman thought.
The rest were settled as best as he could expect after such an explosion. Poor Maria, his precious one felt guilty that she had not been present to keep an eye on David, sure that if she had not retired, had been present and doing her job, guarding all within his home, that she could have warned someone before David lost complete control. Again, like with Anna, it had taken forever to calm and console.
His mind sought his newest one, his mageling and Chosen. The boy was finally asleep. The excitement had kept him stirred for the rest of the night, until finally Azrael had to have him dosed with his special potion, just to see the boy relax. Trust a mage to let his own excitement push him into instability.
He smiled as he touched the boy's dreams. Oddly enough, they were as erotic as Jason's had been, which surprised him greatly. He had assumed that Torin, for all his willing devotion, would within himself be shy. If his dreams were any indication, shyness was not going to be something that Azrael was going to have to get him past.
Each touch pleased him more. His house was almost three times what it had been less than a week ago. But as his mind brushed and settled each soul within its confines, he was content to believe that it was all for the best.
And what was it he had jokingly said to Michael earlier, when asked what was next on his list of things to accomplish? 'The mind boggles' . He chuckled to himself as he settled down preparing the summons that would sound out to all his kind, telling them of his presence and his aim. 'The mind boggles' . No truer words were ever uttered, by Kin or kine. For, with the coming of a new day, he would commit himself to, an, act that defied the orderliness of his past years, and bring excitement back into his life, where for so long there had been only quiet.
Yes, the statement does indeed fit. 'The mind boggles' .
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