[center][h2]Barlour City-How far is Heaven?[/h2][/center]

Wrath had picked up the unconscious and barely alive human before heading out of the city, keeping his head low to avoid being recognized by anyone that might have seen his face down in the Cairn in case they were going the same way. He'd initially intended to get in contact with Uriel and the Army of Light as soon as he was sure that there'd be no further issues with the ground crumbling away. However, that changed when he barely had time to avoid the scythe blade of a Vanguard from behind. The attack had prompted a drawing of his own blade and a short skirmish, which he'd received help from an Angel Champion who bade him evacuate and contact their commander. There was little argument from the fatigued Nephilim, who scooped up the old man and fled away from the fight.

Now, as he trekked away from what would soon be only the remains of Barlour City, he attempted to reach the Angel who had bidden his creation and instead found himself faced with one of the Charred Council's Watchers. [color=Cyan]"Well, fancy that. Heaven went and created a Nephilim of their own. Suppose it would be unfair of me not to tell you that the Council knew about you all along."[/color] Growling softly, Wrath laid the human off to the side and stepped up to face the Watcher.

[color=FireBrick]"Oh did they? Mind telling me why I didn't die at the blade of Death or War? Or ripped to shreds by my sister's whip? Or turned into a hole covered corpse by Fury?"[/color] The Watcher seemed partially surprised at the amount of knowledge that Wrath had of his siblings, millienia younger than them he may be. So instead of answering the question, the Watcher sneered and gave a dismissive wave.

[color=Cyan]"Don't concern yourself with the reasons of those better than you. You're alive, you're breathing, and you can feel all the injuries you received today. All you need to know right now is the Charred Council would like a word with you."[/color] Wrath snorted and, feeling rather frustrated with the events of the day, took a swing with a vicious left hook. His claws were retracted, but the power wasn't any less. Unfortunately, it didn't even hurt the Watcher, much less touch it. In response, he got another snide chuckle before it rested a hand on the Nephilim, leading him back to the unconscious human. [color=Cyan]"It was a good effort, Wrath, but you can't hurt me."[/color]

[color=FireBrick]"I noticed. So I don't have a choice about answering this summon's by the Council?"[/color] The Watcher shook his head and Wrath sighed, defeated. He sorta liked living too much to risk getting one of his older siblings sent after him. [color=FireBrick]"Fine, I'll go. What about the human?"[/color] The Watcher glanced at him and sighed.

[color=Cyan]"He goes too."[/color] Wrath found that odd, the Third Kingdom only just beginning to really understand what their odds were, but didn't argue. However, if the crazy old man had woken up at any point during his exchange with the Watcher, he might.