The peals of lightning and thunder soared through the skies as a deafening boom informed Akriel that one of his brothers had arrived.  Two years have changed a lot of them, some for the better, some not so much.  The seraph survivors entered one after the other, prompting Akriel to raise his eyebrow in confusion-- didn't they meet each other on their way here?  Still, Akriel couldn't stifle as a smile when it has been quite a while since he had seen them.  He had heard rumours of his team, some of them being deemed as criminals and, some, humble vendors and all.  They were a ragtag group of avengers, that one was for certain.  Vualranur's last hope was contained in a single room with a group of people rallying under a single cause... at least, that's how Akriel would have liked to perceive it.  Two years wasn't enough to change everything entirely but in those two years, the mind must have shifted one way or another.  Not all of them still believed in the treaty of the Seraphs and the monarchy.  If there was something that Akriel knew and understood, it would be the mere fact that they're now here not under the guise of avenging their kingdom; they're here for their own reasons, purposes and motives.

"Korvus is on his way.  I've seen him from the window."  Akriel replied nonchalantly, his eyes tracing the outline of the survivors.  Zen was the first to arrive, the man's visage hadn't rusted one bit.  His mask still hid his emotions perfectly, Akriel wasn't so sure if he had solidly seen the seraph's face in the past.  If he did, it had long been erased from his mind.  Still, Zen looked as capable as ever and the seraph knew that he could count on him.  The next to stumble in was Itzal, the most naive in the entire group aside from Azrael in Akriel's opinion.  The lad didn't look that much dependable but, then again, two years might have changed the ways of this timid disciple of the guild.  Oh, and two years did change a lot in Akriel; it could be said for the majority of them.  The next he saw were the Crowley brothers, Darius and Oswald.  The two were friendly back in the days but they were more confined to their own world than anything else.  Out of everyone, Akriel was wary of the brothers.  After all, one brother's knife in your back meant that the sibling's knife is in front of you.  Korvus, the oldest of them, could likely be a reliable fellow.  While he had a bad reputation of stepping over boundary lines, in these times, Akriel couldn't care less.  He would take whatever weirdo in the Seraph was alive.

"Gentlemen."  the lad began.  "It's been two years since we last gathered like this and, this time, I've brought along someone whom you might be familiar with."  Akriel's eyes went over to his cousin.  "The last of the Zaazenach bloodline, Azrael Nemamaiah.  The cowardly monarch who left Vualranur to burn to cinders."  The monarch's cousin walked towards a drawer and pulled out a parchment.  "It seems that the Ninrus elders will be visiting Vualranur to inspect their new colony.  I heard that the five elders will be toured at different schedules with body doubles also deployed to add to the security measure.  Jabaha, the military commander, would also be roving the streets at that time.  The most powerful ninran people are out in the open and this could be our chance to take back the kingdom.  If the figure heads would be destroyed, chances are, riots will break out and the ninran grip will weaken.  However, I don't really know where the routes would be...  that would only be my dilemma."  Akriel pinched the bridge of his nose, sighing in the process.  "If we stir a battle, more or less, rioters might join us."  The seraph turned to his cousin who had stayed silent during the ordeal.  "But, I guess, our monarch would like something to say." 

Azrael raised her eyes to the men surrounding her, she made balled her fists as she exhaled deeply.  "I-I know I've done a lot of bad things in my life.  I have let a lot of good people down.  But, please, don't think less of me.  I ask for the strongest guild to lend me their strength so that I can rebuild my kingdom into the shining beacon of glory that it once was."  the princess kept her voice moderate, making sure that her words wouldn't leak outside.  "Lend me your strength, please.  I know we can win."

Akriel rolled his eyes before turning to his comrades.  "So, what has transpired in your lives during those two years?"