Southern Coast of France, 2517

Another day, another line of happy customers. Baptiste has seen many people come through the small town he lived in. It was the same town where his mother and father's relationship became official, where Uncle Samil turned away from the path of Hell to become the Heavenly Angel of Death, and it was the place where he and his twin sister, Amélie, were conceived and born. Amélie had the color skin, hair, and eyes of their father, yet the sweet personality of their mother. Baptiste, on the other hand, had the color hair, eyes, and skin of their mother, but the cold exterior of their father, whom gained that from the several occasion where the twins' mother was at risk due to supernatural causes. David simply had to change his personality to suit the role of guardian angel, from the exterior of an always-friendly person to one which did not give off the persona of a pushover. Baptiste figured he had to appear just as tough to protect his family and friends.

Speaking of friends, he recollected pleasantly the time when he and his sister caught a glimpse of Kelania as a baby, the day she was born, plus al the time the twins spent with her as she grew up from a child to a young adult who appeared the same age as them. The faery always brought a soft grin to the male Modern Nephilim's features just thinking of her, yet he was not sure why, exactly. What could she be doing, these days? It's been a while. Those were his internal words as he glanced over at the wall covered with photos of his parents (from both the times before and after the twins were born), sister, and friends.

Kelania made her way toward the house that Bapistie and Ameile stayed. She had a gentle smile on her face and a pip in her step as she walked along the sand. She was glad to see the Twins again. It’s been quite some time since she’s been in the human realm to see them and she was finally under control enough to be back without her parents there to keep her powers under control. Now she had her mother’s Chaos necklace to keep them at bay and her emotions under control enough that her powers wouldn’t spark up.

Kelania approached the door and knocked lightly, wondering how much they had changed over the years. Kelly grew a bit taller, her purple hair longer and looked more like a woman now. The last that she saw them, she was merely a child, still with purple hair and deep green eyes that glow in the light, also she’d sprouted wings, long shimmering wings that resembled a dragonfly’s. They were hidden now, laying against her olive brown skin, like an intricate tattoo. She brushed a few strands of hair behind her ear as she waited patiently.

Baptiste heard the knock on the door from within his room and walked on over. He did not expect anyone that day, which made him curious. Recently, the only way he has seen Kelania was through photos sent by Arch-Nephilim Isaiah, which showed her as she got older. Amélie was basically living within their mother's hotel that was inherited, which took up much of her time just to run it. Uncle Samil had no less time to spend with family, since that Death Angel received so many targets from Heaven's orders in such frequency he and the Death Nephilim (Samil's children and other descendants) were always helping him. Uncle Saul, well, he was pretty much dead to old age, being only human. All those facts left him confused as to who could be at the door.

The moment he opened the door, though, his customary side grin, much like his own father's, entered his features. "Ah, Kelania! Mon, avez vous grandi!" Ah, Kelania! My, have you grown! He kissed both cheeks in greeting. (No, it's not a display of affection. It's just a simple French greeting between peers that are either both girls, or one guy and one girl. With two guys, it is a hand shake. It is just French culture, and I'm not making this up.) Witht he greeting out of the way, he let the faery in and prepared two mochas while he spoke. "Amélie ne vit plus ici. Son travail sur l'établissement dans une autre ville a laissé une souche sur ses temps libres, ces derniers temps." Amélie no longer lives here. Her work over at the hotel in another town has left a strain on her spare time, lately.

Kelania grinned as Baptiste opened the door. He greeted her with kisses to the cheek and she returned the favor, smiling as she did so. She was glad for the French lesson's from her father, as Baptiste spoke. She understood it but didn't speak it much. "Ahh well, that's alright. I'm glad to see you though." She said with a smile as he prepared drinks for them. "I haven't been in this realm in so long. I'm excited to finally be back." She said with a giggle. "So How have you been?" She asked him curiously.

Baptiste shrugged, speaking in English this time. "Oh, everything is fine. Sure, certain people I do not get to be around as often as I used to, though it's been pleasant, overall. Plus, I have not had to take down as many of those Remnant Rage Nephilim, lately, which means Arch-Nephilim Isaiah and the other Modern Nephilim Guardians are probably hammering them down hard, these days. Those ragers have always been working from within the shadows since the end of the Nephilim Civil War, which was the same year my sister and I were born." The mochas were ready, so he handed one to Kelly. "This is your first time drinking coffee, right? mochas are a blend of that and chocolate, plus milk is involved in making it, too."

People often told him that he sounded much like his father when speaking French or English. His accent was more American when he spoke in English, but then the accent turns more French when speaking the French language, the way David Gideon would speak. This was often how Baptiste was told by bystanders the many stories that were spread about his father being mighty, modest, nearly-invincible, and, to the humor of everyone that knew him personally, not fond of the "news" media in the slightest. One of the favorite lines Baptiste would hear people repeat which David (not revealing his off-duty identity) would say to a newscaster who asked how he felt was, What do you think? Just thinking about his father ever making that remark while on the air gave him some laughs, whenever he was reminded of it.

The blond man sat down on one of the couches in the living room, where he to a sip of the mocha he had in his hand before asking, "How's the mocha? Did I do a good job?" He usually did, though he had a habit of asking, anyway.

Kelania listened and smiled. "This is your first time drinking coffee, right? Mochas are a blend of that and chocolate, plus milk is invovled in making it, too." He said and Kelly smiled "Well, Sorta. My mom would bring back things from the Human Realm, Uncle Yoki too. I've tasted it once before when Uncle Yoki came to visit and my powers went ballistic." Kelly said waving her hand to express the thought. "I was literally bouncing off the walls. My mom was so mad at him for that." She said giggling. "But! My powers are under control now. So I'm not worried about it." She said with a tap to the Chaos pendant she wore around her neck.
She then rose the drink to her lips and took a sip. It was tasty, it wasn't as bitter as the coffee she'd tasted before. She found this quite tasty."How's the mocha? Did I do a good job?" He asked and she nodded. "Mm," she said and swallowed. "It's good." She said. "Really good, actually." She said grinning. He'd have to take that for truth, because that's what it was. Fae, even a Purebreed like herself, couldn't lie. Much like Angels didn't. Whether they could or not, no one was sure but they didn't. And Fae, being of both Angel and Demon heritage, developed that from -one could only assume- from the Angel half.

Baptiste grinned. "Glad you like it." Noticing the pendant Kelly pointed to, he asked, "Isn't that the same pendant Silver-Wing Carter-Isaiah wore during the Nephilim Civil War? I do recall seeing her wearing that in a photo of where she and Arch-Nephilim Isaiah were being awarded the Seraphim Cross by my dad, after the Modern Nephilim Guardians defeated the Rage Nephilim." Walking over to one of the photos on a shelf, he picked it up to look at it. In it were David Gideon, with a pregnant Lanuya Acelet next to him, while Joseph Isaiah, Kaliyah Carter (now called Kaliyah Carter-Isaiah), Abdas Grigori, and Yakusoku were each being awarded a Seraphim Cross. Noticing Kaliyah wearing the necklace in that photo, he showed the picture to Kelly. "Well, what do you know? It is the same one."

Handing the picture to Kelly for her to look at some more, He chuckled a the thought of Yoki getting a bit of angry remarks from Kaliyah. "Now that I think about it, what you said of Yakusoku sounds just like him. Most of what I know about him came from my mom and dad." His smile fading, he added, "It's a shame you only met my dad, since my mom died to old age, being a pureblood human and all. You would have gotten along well with her. You could say Amélie gets her sweet and kind nature from her."