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Instead of intelligent conversation and planning for how they would help against Satan from the rear, since the both of them wouldn't be able to safely fight until Celeste was in better shape - because Celty would die if she tried, and Kitra couldn't in good conscience leave for the frontlines and risk Maya stealing Celty away without her there to stop it - their only option to help big bro Cambion was to do so in a supporting role for now. "Yes, Kitra knows." Kitra said, both amused and saddened at the same time as she helped her injured angel into the bathroom to clean up. "And Kitra loves Celeste too, and Celeste already knows that too." It was sweet and all, but Kitra felt restless at her inability to protect anything, at how she wasn't even going to be able to help on the frontlines for the next few days.
She was just going to be a burden, a load on everyone for the time being, unable to do what she did best - fight to her heart's content. But instead of leading the Dragon Army on the field, fighting and saving her soldiers, she was instead in her bathroom, stark naked, with Celeste, helping get them both clean, one of her bodily fluids, and the other of her and Murmur's blood both. Fortunately, or unfortunately, considering it meant the pain medication was wearing off, Celeste was making sense again, able to respond to their current situation. "It's not your fault, and Lilim will be okay." The succubus would understand, and she might even be happier helping from Heaven with Raphael. No doubt being separated from him was as painful as it was for Kitra to be apart from Celty.
The real one at risk here was Gabriel. With him as the new King, the Council was going to have lots of power plays to try and get him to submit to their will. Gabriel, in mourning, alone, and stuck with a duty, a responsibility many times heavier than he ever wanted to have, he was no doubt going to be an easier target than normal. "Gabriel, he has to do what's right, we're counting on him to stay safe and maintain Heaven from now on." Once the bath was done, Celeste was once again held up and deposited gently onto the bed after being dried and clothed. The sun had set, it was night out, and time to sleep. Sunny pressed his paws against the crisscrossed bars of the window, growling out a little good night. "Try not to say anything too silly, or I'll never let you forget it, okay?" Kitra teased, deciding that no, they shouldn't achieve Heaven, not for now. Snuggles were fine though, as she bid her love goodnight, after giving her another dose of the pain medicine, of course.
Gabriel sat on his throne as Council Head Morgana entered with a sort of smile on his face. Here it was, the moment Gabriel was dreading most. It was time for Morgana to make her push for whatever horrible secret agenda she wanted to promote. "King Gabriel, oh King Gabriel, you look so lonely, so young, up there on that throne." The angel was almost giggling despite her fog colored wings almost glowing in the dim light of the throne room. "Your father, we'll spare him if you give us a certain something. You won't even have to admit it - just say that Kitra of Hell stole it." Gabriel tensed, he had a feeling he knew what it was. "As you know, we need the Flowersea's healing properties. For us angels, it's necessary so our army remains healed and healthy for the war coming up." Her eyes glinted magnificently. "And if it's a demon as a sacrifice, that's all the better. So, just announce that the Ataera's blood sample is lost, so that demon girl will have no choice but to stay, and I'll even let you send a message to dear old Zadkiel." So Gabriel, knowing he couldn't gamble with his father's life, wordlessly gave the blood sample to Morgana, hating himself the entire time.