A Scripta

Grim looked up at Harmonia when she walked into the dorm area. He had healed himself, and figured that the best thing would be to distance himself from everyone. He also decided he would ignore LeBeau, since right now everyone seemed to be on his side...

"Harmonia."

"Mik-ael," she said, and looked at him sorrowfully. "Why have you caused further discord? They have tried to help you."

"So I get the shit beat out of me?"

"Do you not think you deserve it?"

"I'm only expressing my opinion--"

"Full of hate." She came closer. "Ever since given access to the Light, to the Pius, to Stefan, you have gotten steadily more and more proud. This is not the way of the Light."

"I know what I'm doing." He looked up at the room he and Stefan shared. "I'm trusted. He knows me. I'm right."

She shook her head sadly. "The Light has made you dark." She raised her arm over him, and he suddenly shimmered in a white light.

"What're you--"

"The darkness made you bright."

He looked down at himself, and saw that he wore red robes and boots, and his hands were black as pitch.

He let out a cry, and looked around for Harmonia, who had disappeared.


Stefan entered the garden quietly. Uriel was a beautiful angel, with shoulder-length white hair and piercing blue eyes that turned stormy when angered. Uriel looked at Stefan and smiled warmly. "Greetings Seraphim Stefan," he said, and walked over to him.

"Greetings Chayot Uriel. You have summoned me?"

"Indeed." He smiled again. "It is about your charge."

Stefan nodded, looking up expectantly.

"You love, him, do you not?"

"I do," he said.

"You are devoted to him, to bringing him to the light."

"Of course, I am," he said, tilting his head curiously.

Uriel sighed. "Stefan, this is your first charge. It is expected that you love him and are devoted to him. However, Stefan, remember that you are to guide him. Sometimes, as a guide, you must be forceful."

"He is to choose his own path," Stefan said quietly.

"You are there to make sure he stays on the right one. As a shepherd, do you not guide the animals back to the path they are meant to go? You do not stand idly by as they wander off into the woods, but you follow them, catch them, and bring them back. You also check them, to make sure they are not injured, and take pains to prevent injuries by noting their environment and how they are acting with it. You know how they act because you become one with them."

Stefan nodded slowly. "I have failed," he said sadly.

Uriel touched Stefan's face and drew his chin up to look at him. "No, Seraphim, you have not failed. You have loved him as you were meant to do. Now you must guide him, but gently." Uriel smiled warmly. "You shall, if you wish, know his secrets and feelings at all times, in addition to what you already share. You can guide his thoughts to their correct direction. You have shown your love to him, and he to you." He let his hand linger on Stefan's cheek. "You must be firm, but gentle." Uriel let Stefan go, and smiled. "I know you can do that." He winked.

Stefan looked up at Uriel, smiling and not blushing, because he was proud of his love for Michael. Uriel said firmly, "I am afraid that you will have to do some duties for a short time, and you will not be able to return to him to sleep with him."

"I understand."

"He will no longer have access to the powers of the Light."

Stefan looked shocked. "What--?"

"He will be a mere mage again. A dark mage." Uriel looked away. "We have brought his redemption on too fast. He wasn't ready."

"He can still be redeemed, can't he?"

"Of course. Yahweh has a plan for him." He turned to Stefan and smiled. "And for you."