<strong>Vorianne - Mercy Hospital - Dealing with an Uninvited Guest</strong><br/><br/>The angel bowed her head at the carefully metered rebuke from her Lady, at once both elated by the praise and intensely  . . .frustrated.  It was not her place to either question or defy her mistress.  Even thoughts of such led down the path of Damnation, the same that those she condemned had walked.  As an incarnation of justice and vengeance, such thoughts were as foreign to her as mercy was to an Infernal.  And yet . . .and yet she was unable to full banish the frustration that welled in her.<br/><br/>What would her Lady have of her?  To stand idly by while other side corrupted the innocent, and dragged the wicked even further into their hell?  To<em>not</em>strike against . . . . . .Vorianne quickly banished such thoughts once more, soul wracked with the internal conflict that never escaped the deeper recesses of her heart.  No.  She would be faithful.  She would be dutiful and obey her Lady.<br/><br/>She watched as the nephelim battled with her own self doubt, the arch angel's heart reaching out in rare moment of sympathy for the conflict in the mortal's soul.  A conflict she knew all too well and one Test that she prayed the Nephelim would find easier than her own.  Bowing her head slightly she added her own supplications, praying not for the well being of the Infernal, but that the Nephelim would find the strength to embrace the Light.<br/><br/>She continued such for several minutes, remaining half kneeling before her attention was drawn from the tableau before her by movement at the edge of her vision.  The doors into the interior of the hospital had whisked silently open and a man had emerged, clad in the hospital gown that placed him as a patient of the mortal apothecary.  She watched him from beneath the shadows of her hood, eyes glowing a soft blue once more for a bare instant as she glimpsed his soul.  Glimpsed, and reeled in mental confusion at what she beheld.<br/><br/>The man, as mortals reckoned age, had to have been in his sixties at his death as they often retained their previous life's age when they entered Gilead.  She had seen the souls of many of the elder, and often recoiled at the filth and much that such had taken into their souls over their decades of life.  But . . .but this man.  A purity that she rarely saw outside of children . . . .an a simpleness of thought that bespoke a childlike disposition as well. And  . . . another nearly Awakened, but further from the cusp than the medic seemed to be.<br/><br/>She felt the rebuke that had almost escaped her lips die there as she rose from her kneeling position, hand drifting back away from her sword as she walked slowly over to the man, hooded eyes continuing to regard him as she stood between him and her Lady.  Placing a hand on his shoulder she spoke as  . . . gently as she could.<br/><br/>"This is not your place, Neph . . . my friend.  Go back inside, let the healers attend to you." she murmured, her soft voice barely a whisper in the reverent chapel that, for the moment, was the entrance to the hospital.