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Sera stared out the windows of her office. The phone call with Morningstar had been interesting. A child of his seeking Redemption for failed human souls. It was a noteworthy idea. But her mind was stuck on something Morningstar had said.
“My children are innocent.” She knew of his daughter due to him bringing her to a meeting decades ago. She recalled him asking about her placement in Heaven, and sending a young deer cherub for information.
“Sins of the Father,” she mumbled aloud. It did hurt her. Knowing that an innocent babe had already been sentenced to Hell. Regardless of parentage, she recalled Charlie had been a ball of warmth and innocence. But she had been Named by both Morningstar and Lilith.
She wondered what any other children of the Morningstar and his paramour would be like. The childish tone and words he had used implied a young child in his care. Could it be his?
“No no Little Duck we chew Mrs Feathers, not toes.”
“Hmm,” it was unlikely. Regardless of what Adam said, she knew Lilith would not have left a young child behind to protect another. No, any children they had would be a few decades old and soaked in sin. Blocked from their Angelic heritage. “A grandchild!” She whispered in shock.
That would explain the request for a meeting and a stop to the Exterminations. Standing to stretch out her wings and think, Sera moved around her office.
Michael would need to be told. A council would need to be called. She had no memory of a Nephalem ever siring offspring. They already were impossibly strong, being born of Angelic and Demonic seed and with a spiritual soul. Many of them had existed to fight in the War.
Many of them had died and many more were executed at the hands of Nephilim ordered by Michael.
A faded memory of a small red cheeked infant came to mind. Quickly followed by the harsh screaming on execution.
“No,” she muttered. She would not let a child be killed. She would call a council, but she would not let Charlie or her descendants stay in Heaven. Seeing what they could not have would breed resentment and anger. They would turn on Heaven, and then she would have a monster on the inside of the Gates.
She needed to plan. She needed to ensure that Michael and his family remained unaware of what would be happening. So that meant she couldn’t call on many higher Angels to hear the case.
Shaking out her wings, she returned to her desk to plan and write. It would be a long day, and made only longer with her existing work.