Uriel shook his head.

"No need to apologise." he told her.

"A victim of a Fallen attack is ALWAYS something that needs tending to." he said further.

"After all, it's one of the things a Guardian Angel helps protect again." he smirked with a wink.

"Take care of yourself, hey?" he then told her.

Uriel nodded in response, and smiled.

"Of course." he responded.

Less than 24 hours later, as Casey was still knocked out in the hospital bed, a beam of oddly-coloured light entered the room, and revealed Michael standing there when it faded away.

He looked at the woman in the bed, gently reaching over and brushing her bangs out of her face.

"...I am sorry." he said quietly, before he unplugged the machines that were monitoring her, picked her up in his arms, and the two of them disappeared from where they were, appearing in... a house of some sort, in a den of some sort. He then laid her down on the nearby couch, and cupped his hand onto her cheek.

With that, he sent a pulse of mana into her brain, that would forcibly wake her up.

She did succeed in pushing him away, but it also seemed like he actually stepped away himself, as well.

"I see no reason to not give you some space now." he told her.

"But you cannot escape." he said.

"We have you. And we'll always know where you are." he warned.

"O queen of necromancy." he then said facetiously.

Michael just grinned.

"Your power." he said.

"You will help me reach the pinnacle of my goals." he told her.

"And if I refuse?" Casey asked stubbornly.

"I have some of my followers moving in on the little dragon-spawn that's currently recuperating in the hospital." Michael responded. "If you cooperate, I might not have them abduct her."

He shrugged in response.

"It's up to you if you want the chance to lower the odds." he told her.

"Tell me... as an aunt, wouldn't it be your familial duty to do whatever it takes for her?" he asked with a sly grin.

"If you WANT it to be a sure thing, be my guest." he continued.

"But I do NOT have her already. She would be here if I had. Can you sense her here?"

Michael just shrugged.

"As I said, your power." he told her.

He then closed the distance between them... alarmingly quickly... and grabbed her by the collar.

"Now. Are you going to listen to me and do as I say?" he asked.

"Or am I going to make things miserable for your family and loved ones?" he asked her further.

"The easy way. Or the hard way. Your choice, necromancer."

"How cute. You think you deserve a full explanation." Michael responded.

"But fine." he then said.

"I need to create a bridge to the inner sanctum of Heaven." he told her.

"The Fallen have been wrongfully thrust out of Heaven. Exiled." he said further. "And I intend to have them reinstated where they rightfully belong." he continued, as she heard some light cheering in another room.

It seemed like there were other Fallen here, and that they had overheard them talking.

Michael paused for a moment, thinking about what she said.

"...you're right." he said.

"You're absolutely right." he told her.

"Your power, your raw necromantic strength will be needed, but you'll need an assistant." he realised.

"And I know JUST who that will be." he declared.

Michael just laughed out loud.

"I know why you say that." he said.

"But I do believe I have a plan on dealing with my brother." he told her.

"Still, thank you for bringing this to my attention." he continued.

"I hadn't considered that my dear sister-in-law would be needed." he said further, before pausing and thinking again.

"Though would you need HER... or just her MANA..." he then pondered, leading Casey to assume he was thinking if he could just extract Aimee's mana, possibly killing her, and bringing it back.

Michael continued to ponder this, before calling over some Fallen to discuss something, with one of them keeping an eye on Casey. At the very least, she could see that she wouldn't have any privacy, and that their eyes would always be on her.

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"....uh?" the one on the other end muttered.

"Am I to assume this is an emergency?" he asked.

"A dire one. So be here soon, preferably NOW, please and thanks!" the caller stated, before ending the call.

The man then sighed, and shook his head, before looking to the woman that was sitting beside him.

"Seems I am making an emergency call to Kaia's theatre troupe."