Zemoculus had agreed to make the Healer’s Guild stop trying to assassinate Trevor of House Tierra. Now that his wound was healed, he didn’t really care about Trevor. He was just a minor player that had gotten extremely lucky in his encounter with Zemoculus. In truth, Trevor had done Zemoculus a favor. He had allowed him a respite from a ten-thousand-year fight, where nothing was ever accomplished. He and Arigulius were just too evenly matched. They could have gone on for another ten thousand, or even one hundred thousand years. Nothing would have changed.

  Maybe Arigulius and he could come to some sort of arrangement, that would allow them to take a break every thousand years or so. This way they would keep the higher powers happy, while grabbing themselves some down time to do other things. Mostly, the higher powers were concerned with the status quo and this approach should allow it to remain.

  Now before he could get back to Heaven’s Path, he had to take care of this last task. So, he contacted Pilus, Supreme Grandmaster of the Healer’s Guild and told him to arrange a meeting of all the leadership. Every Grandmaster and high-ranking officer were required to attend the meeting in the main guild hall in Decharte City.

  Pilus was quite excited. His Lord Archon had requested a meeting of the entire Healers Guild leadership. This had never happened before. Lord Archon normally only talked to the Grandmasters and himself. Whatever was happening would be truly monumental and would secure Pilus’ place in the Guild histories. Truly tomorrow would be a great day.

  Pilus woke early that morning. His excitement prevented him from sleeping. He looked around his palatial bedroom, thinking he deserved better. Even though there were few bedrooms in Decharte City that could compare. He always needed better. Better and more was his driving motivation.

  Pilus went to the guild hall to oversee preparations. He wanted to ensure everything was perfect. He had his secretary check to ensure everyone from the leadership would be coming. At least everyone but Grandmaster Orienna. Orienna was an outcast, running a minor hall in a small city. She was not an inner member that knew about Lord Archon. She was also an old woman that Pilus hated. He hated her because she used to be his master and knew him better than anyone else. She knew his low born past. That he had been a beggar once. Picked up off the streets by her, and given the chance to be a healer. Saved by her. And worse, he knew she disapproved of what he had become. His Savior wanted nothing to do with him anymore, and that more than anything else, made him hate.

  Pilus looked out over the grand hall. The entire leadership, except her, was in attendance. At least fifty people stood in the hall. Cliques had formed and people stood in small groups of 5 or 6 people. There was a low mummer of excited voices speculation on the reason for the meeting.

  Lord Archon appeared out of thin air. Not teleportation, something else. Everyone in the room was familiar with teleportation and this wasn’t it. He appeared as a tall well-muscled man. He had blonde hair and was dressed in the latest fashions. He stood at the top of the raised platform at the end of the hall. All eyes turned toward him.

  “Let me make this quick. I have completed my business on this world and will be leaving. I only have one last task before I leave.”

  “What is the task, Lord Archon, and how can we help?” asked Pilus.

  “I have made accommodations with Trevor of House Tierra. My last task is to ensure that the Healer’s Guild leaves Trevor alone. No assassinations, no working against him. Just no bothering him at all.”

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  “Yes, my lord. We will stop all assassinations and all other plans to frustrate him.” Pilus replied.

  “I have already killed the assassins sent after him, and cancelled your contracts. There is nothing left to do, except remove the leadership of the Healers guild.”

  Momentary stunned silence, then panic immediately followed. Lord Archon waved his hand and all the doors locked and could not be opened.

  Lord Archon’s form started to change from human to a twelve-foot-tall demon. Horns sprouted from his forehead and curled back. His eyes started glowing with fire. Claws replaced his fingers, and a fiery sword appeared in his hands. Zemoculus, in his true form, looked out over the room. Maybe this would be a bit of fun after all.

  Within one minute, everyone in the hall was dead. Killed by Zemoculus. Some tried to fight back, but most were just slaughtered like baby lambs.

  Zemoculus looked around checking to see if he missed anyone. Nope, it appears that everyone was dead.

  “Now, I can finally leave this dreary planet.”

  Zemoculus disappeared as if he was never there. Except for the mountain of dead bodies.

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  Mikael Donnert, Earl of Renovolt, looked out his bedroom window overseeing Forest Glen. It was a spectacular view. He had seen it many, many times and was always impressed. But today, he saw nothing. His thoughts were swirling around inside his head. Trevor, Angels, Demons all tied together somehow.

  Trevor had come out of nowhere and saved his life. An actual magic healer. None had been seen for centuries, and just when he needed it, Trevor appeared. The Earl knew he would have died if Trevor had not saved him. That was why Covern House was given to him. Well, that and to keep him in Forest Glen.

  Trevor had secrets, some of which Mikael knew. Many, he guessed he didn’t. Mikael knew that Trevor was an outworlder, and came from a planet called Earth. He knew about the soul damage and Trevor’s reason for his wish for a quiet life. However, the Arch Angel and the Demon Lord were certainly a surprise. The fact that Trevor knew them both was even more surprising. He had to admit he found it a bit intimidating.

  Then there was the Monster Wave and Trevor’s actions. He killed the Greater Ghoul Lord, and the Skeleton King. Both would have been a challenge to the Earl. His quick actions during the Litch battle saved the Earl again. These were not the actions of a Healer, but of a warrior born. Trevor did mention that he was a warrior in his previous life on Earth, but until the Monster Wave, that had been hard to believe. It was as if a different person inhabited his body during the Wave.

  Ruberm, with his limited future sight, had told the Earl that helping out Trevor would only be good for Forest Glen. Which has turned out to be true. Trevor not only opened a magical healing shop, but also taught other mages how to perform magical healing. While they were not as good at healing as Trevor, they were miles ahead of anything else the Kingdom had and they had been indispensable during the Monster Wave. Their Minor Heal spells had saved many lives and helped win the early waves.

  And of course, that was one of the problems. Mages did not go around teaching others their spells. Even when they did, they did not give them away for free. Especially not spell as lucrative as healing spells would be. Soon word would reach the King or the Crown Prince about Trevor and they would want him in the capital. If Trevor went, Ruberm could not trace his path. Meaning that it would be very dangerous for Trevor. Would those secrets that Trevor carried be discovered? That would not be a good thing for him. The Healer’s Guild already wanted him dead, and they would take any chance to they could to destroy him before he could spread magical healing further.

  Then, there was winning the impossible fights. First two Rogues who out-leveled him, then assassins, and Death Merchants. Every one of them should have been able to kill him as a level 1 unclassed. But each failed. Next, he fought the Greater Ghoul Lord. He didn’t go looking for the fight, but fight it he did. It seemed to be a close fight, but Trevor prevailed. The following day, the Skeleton King seemed to go after him personally. Leaping over other fighters only to turn around and engage Trevor. Even going so far as to create a Dueling barrier. Again, Trevor triumphed over impossible odds.

  Again and again, Trevor did the impossible. The impossible could only be done by one race. A race feared throughout the continent. A race known for doing the impossible, time and time again.

  The Earl tore his eyes away from the window. He looked at the floor and thought “Trevor is a Nephilim.”