<div class="floatright">(http://i814.photobucket.com/albums/zz64/kumiho333/Pretty%20Gals/fanbingbing11.jpg)</div><div style="text-align: right;">________________________♥____ <strong><em><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: papyrus;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Izuriel, the Lady Seraphim</span></span></em></strong></div><br/><div style="text-align: right;">_______________♥____<em><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;">Location:</span></span>In front of the Hospital, in the presence of a Miracle</strong></em></div><br/><br/>Izuriel's face lit with a half smile.  She watched as the young woman put her hands upon the dying Infernal.  The soft glow.  The flux of power.  Izuriel shivered in anticipation of the Beholding.  Here was a true power.  This one would be great among the angels.  Alas, choices must be made and careful she must be if to win the woman to her side.  The Nephilim always took the Beholding differently.  Some went insane from the knowing, some withdrew.  The strong made the choice.<br/><br/>She tilted her head towards the man who approached.  So soon, another.  Well, this certainly was an auspicious night.  She cast a quick glance to Vorianne and shook her head.  His presence could be just as important.  She let her smile warm, to shine upon the Nephilim who dared to come close, to assuage his curiosity.<br/><br/>"Clemenza," she breathed.  "Come.  Witness.  It is the choices of this night that will bring us closer to the Coming.  Be welcome, friend, and know."  Her voice rang of omen and prophecy.  The energy in the air rose as Sam continued on her course of discovery.  Still, Izuriel waited.  She must know.  She stood still, her own soft light pulsing, her form only revealed to those within the small circle before the entrance.<br/><br/>"The time comes soon, sweet Vorianne.  I felt it in the winds this morn.  Soon, but not yet.  We must gather them to us.  You and Saziel, we must watch for them," she mouthed the words but only Vorianne heard.  It was a silent voice that echoed like the vastness of space.  She let her attention focus on the girl once more.  This was it.  She was Beholden.  There was no turning back.<br/><br/><em>"...please...h-help me...?"</em><br/><br/>With those pitying words and the look of a lost lamb, Izuriel answered.  Wings of gray and tipped in black sprouted forth from behind her.  Rustling and expanding, spread wide.  She glowed with the light of a soft sun.  This was a subdued form.  Only a full angel could look upon her true form and not have their eyes burned from their sockets.  She knelt before Sam and reached out and touched a cheek.  Her smile was inviting and caring, eyes that shone with a light that spoke of how everything was going to be alright.  She gathered the girl into her arms, feeling the vulnerability.<br/><br/>"Dear Samantha, you have performed a great miracle.  With this, you can help those from your old life and even the entire world.  Do not be overwhelmed.  Your burdens are shared.  We stand with you.<em>I</em>will stand with you.  I will...help you."  Izuriel enveloped Samantha in a feeling of love and warmth.  "This world needs you and I need you.  Everything will be alright, now."