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<br/>​</div>Kais knew that some restorative sleep was important to fast forward Isaiah's healing process, and would help him recover from mortal injuries that would have killed another human. As Isaiah slept, he allowed his human shell to rest as well. Even though the Grigori did not require sleep, he had performed a miracle by bringing two people back from the brink of death.<br/>
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He also smote the shooter when the gun was fired at him, using such a vast amount  of energy it was immeasurable. Kais knew there was no way that Isaiah would sleep on his own after such a traumatic event, so he compelled him to sleep by using a little of his<i> mojo</i> to induce sleep. There was no pre-designated time for his magic to wear off.<br/>
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It was likely that when Isaiah awoke later, that Kais would still be in a state of quietude. The way he slept often scared the hell out of whoever he slept beside because his eyes were wide open, his breathing so faint it was nonexistent. Kais placed himself in a deep meditative state in order to let his vessel sleep. But from an observer's view, he looked like he died in his sleep. Kais kept his promise though, to not leave Isaiah, and he hadn't. His batteries needed recharging, and this was the best way for him to regenerate after the bullet-ridden melee he walked into yesterday.<br/>
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When Isaiah woke up,  Kais was completely aware of what he was doing even though his vessel lay in bed. Briefly discorporate from his human form, the Grigori could view what Isaiah was doing beyond the locked bathroom door. He was satisfied that Isaiah felt well enough to relieve himself, tend to his hygienic practices without assistance, and seemed to suffer no ill-effects from having lost nearly all of his blood volume from the bullet wound to his thigh.<br/>
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Sensing that Isaiah needed some time alone, Kais gave him some much needed privacy during his shower routine even though he was tempted to touch every other spot on his body that the bullet hadn't broken, or ripped through. There would be no sign of a wound, or injury now. Kais remained in bed the whole time,  except he'd curled up onto his side facing away from the bathroom door. His blue eyes stayed open during his rest period, when Isaiah exited the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist.<br/>
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Kais never understood why humans used a towel when it wasn't being used to dry off their skin and hair while it was wet. He got back into bed, and Kais was so very still as he rest beside him. He was cognizant of the phone call as it was placed, hearing both sides of the conversation between Isaiah and Kamil simultaneously. Kais found the fact that they were complicit in keeping what happened completely secret rather intriguing. They agreed to lie to the authorities about the miracle that Kais performed, as well as the smiting of the perpetrator that nearly killed them.<br/>
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When the call had ended between the two men, he silently listened to Isaiah's thoughts, knowing his mind was formulating questions about things he could neither understand nor grasp. What had happened in the room, was something far beyond human reasoning or a limited reality. It was supernatural, metaphysical and spiritual wrapped into one package, and that usually was something that humans doubted the existence of-- or tried in vain to debunk as false or rationalize it as an event that was part of an overly active imagination.<br/>
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When Isaiah voiced the question into his mind, there was someone listening, and Kais answered back through telepathic means, as the consciousness began to form in the cells of his vessel, and his body turned in bed to face Isaiah now.<br/>
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"<b>He chose death over life, Isaiah. I stopped a bullet meant for my skull with my hand. As a result of disobeying me when I told him to stop shooting and put the gun down, he turned to a pillar of salt." </b>he replied, in a calm tone of voice.<br/>
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The act of smiting was biblical and if Isaiah chose to research ancient texts that pertained to angels, he could easily find the story of Lot, and his wife, Edith. When angels were sent to destroy the cities of Sodom and Gomorrah, Edith disobeyed the angel's warning to not look back upon the city as it was being destroyed and was consequently turned into a pillar of salt. What happened to Lot's wife was presented in biblical texts as a miracle.<br/>
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The destruction of Sodom and Gomorrah was also a miracle, and a miracle, by definition, was an event that violated the normal, physical laws of nature. Kais was still angelic in nature, having been gifted with God's grace at one time, but never having had it completely removed. He wasn't a demon, but he was fallen because of what happened in the garden. He still had a chance to repair the damage that was done, and to gain favor in the eyes of his Creator.<br/>
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<i>To have his old life back. To be Gadre'el once more.</i><br/>
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Every time he looked at Isaiah though, those thoughts of redemption just flew out the window. The temptation to stroke and caress, lick and kiss the beads of water still clinging to the human's skin was overwhelming.<br/>
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Kais awoke, a sated expression crossing his face as his arms stretched overhead and his mouth formed a wide O as he released a king-sized yawn. <b>"Your bed is comfortable, Isaiah. I am well rested."</b><br/>
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No sooner than he was able to lower his arms, Isaiah had started talking about troubles and things on how to reach him in case, <i>in case. </i><br/>
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"Hm...do you think a magic bird flew up into the sky to tell me about your emergency, </b><i>kjæreste?</i><b> or perhaps...I am what you think I am?" </b>he replied, smiling up at Isaiah.<br/>
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Kais rolled onto his elbows, and gradually crawled the rest of the way up until he and Isaiah were eye to eye. <b>"I am everywhere. I hear and see everything. Unless you don't need me here, </b><i>elskling.</i><b> Then I stalk some other human, following them around like an unwanted puppy, until they find me so irresistible and adorable they can't exist without me. You asked me to leave, you told me that you could live without my constant protection. So I left, so you could exercise your free will."</b><br/>
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His explanation lined up exactly with what Isaiah thought he'd been doing while separated from him. He did miss Micah and little Emma, but saw them frequently enough that they weren't left pining for him when he wasn't physically there. Kais leaned over to touch Isaiah's lips as he continued speaking, just to feel the softness he'd missed so very much. <i>I wonder what Isaiah's lips taste like with that brown, sweet sauce he pours over the warm, circular discs on the china during breakfast. I think he called them pancakes, thought Kais to himself.</i><br/>
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<b>"You don't seem very sure about that, Isaiah. Not yet convinced?" </b>asked Kais, who'd boldly leaned forward to trap Isaiah's fat, lower lip in between his to bestow a soft kiss on his mouth.<br/>
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Leaning back, he cast his molten gaze upon Isaiah. <b>"Tell me what I can do to convince you, Isaiah. I've always been more of a shower than a teller,</b> <i>kjære."</i></span></span>