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Kais sat in a dark hole with a barred door for thousands of years thinking of nothing but redemption, of reclaiming his good name. The prison cell was a hollow cube of concrete, one way in, no windows. Locked inside his heavenly prison, Kais had no idea how much time had passed or when the others would continue torturing him. Their methods to break him were meant to be totally disorientating by design.<br/>
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As time passed, he began to forget his own name.<br/>
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The isolation was total and the stimulation was zero. No sound, no light, no furniture or cloth of any kind.  It was all Kais could do to feel the cool walls, but even they were smooth. He thought of nobody, no cause other than his own. The only thing that mattered in the end was the mission: protecting those who would not and could not protect themselves. The humans. None of the angelic hierarchy was  bigger than that.<br/>
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Kais could not let his fears, his self-absorption prevent him from seeing it through. Not anymore. Maybe when they spoke his name, Gadre'el, perhaps he wouldn't just be the one that allowed the Serpent in, perhaps he would be known as the one that gave Heaven a second chance.<br/>
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<i>"Hysj..kjæreste. u vil leve."</i> Kais whispered to Isaiah in a calming voice.<br/>
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<div class="bbCodeBlock-content">Translation: Hush...sweetheart. You will live.</div>
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The bullet had traveled on a potentially fatal path through Isaiah's leg, ripping through muscles, tendons, nerves and the largest blood vessel, the femoral artery. Isaiah was as good as dead by the time Kais appeared. If not for the powers Kais was imbued with, Isaiah would have bled out, his organs would have failed, he would be dead. Another quality that was part of Kais' makeup were the ability to freeze time and reverse time, as well as reversing death and smiting others.<br/>
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The bullet in Isaiah's leg moved in the opposite direction it entered the human's flesh, and as it did so, healing began on a cellular level. Severed and torn muscles, tendons, ligaments, nerves and blood vessels in his thigh knit back together and became not only healed but ageless. The bone that fractured was whole again. The deformed, mashed piece of chewed up metal inched out the hole in Isaiah's leg, and dropped out on his bed.<br/>
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The skin at first, looked red and puckered as the wound scabbed over and closed completely. Within minutes, there was no evidence that Isaiah had ever been shot. Internally, the blood that was lost was also undergoing a transformation. Millions upon billions of blood making cells were rapidly created to replace the lost ones, and return the normal blood and fluid balance to Isaiah's body.<br/>
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As he held Isaiah, tears fell but not because he thought he was too late to save him. Kais suddenly realized his true purpose, that he was meant to protect humanity above even himself and anything he desired, particularly his desire for personal redemption. He still would kill anything or anyone that threatened his charge, but not for his own gain.<br/>
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<i>"Ja, </i><b>Isaiah. I am here."</b> Kais spoke, his voice thick with emotion.<br/>
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He could barely form the words to answer Isaiah when Kais was asked if he was crying. Isaiah's fingers gently brushed over his cheek, but the tears had already completely evaporated. Kais could still smell the discrete, metallic scent of Isaiah's blood. Kais was listening to what Isaiah was trying to say about his clothes when he noticed his face blanch even whiter. He didn't look well at all.<br/>
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Too much whiskey combined with whatever Isaiah had for dinner formed a chunky, gelatinous puddle on the carpet, when he started to vomit. As Isaiah reversed gears over the side of the bed, the sour aroma of half digested food and alcohol added to the already disgusting aroma that lingered in the bedroom. Kais brushed his fingers against Isaiah's brow, as the nausea wound down. Stepping away from Isaiah, he went to the bathroom and reappeared a few moments later with cold wash rag and a glass of water.<br/>
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"Drink this, Isaiah. It will make you feel better."</b> Kais suggested, placing the cool compress against Isaiah's forehead.<br/>
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When his charge cleared the bitter taste of vomit from his mouth with a few swigs of water, Kais helped clean up the foul mess. The pool of vomit went from wet to dehydrated in the blink of an eye, and floated away on a current of air to leave the carpeting fresh and clean. The bloody clothing that Isaiah wore seemed to just disintegrate and vanish completely from sight, until Isaiah was completely naked.<br/>
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<b>"I think its much too late to bother saying it, don't you,</b><i> kjæreste?"</i> Kais asked, his clothing glittering for a moment then blinking out completely until they faded from sight.<br/>
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Nude, Kais climbed into bed and lay beside Isaiah, drawing the human close to him under the sheets to share his warmth. Kais was pretty perceptive, wrapping his arms around Isaiah, to comfort him. All along he knew Isaiah needed him, even though the human denied needing him or anyone else for that matter. Funny how time changed his perception, his negative experience teaching and reinforcing a lesson that Kais would have wanted Isaiah to avoid completely.<br/>
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"I'm right here, Isaiah. I'm not going anywhere."</b></span></span>