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“Now, your first gift is life,” Lucifer interrupted. “This may hurt a little.”
Kit rather thought Lucifer had no idea of what hurt a little meant.
A burning swept through his body, something akin to pins and needles but with heat. Kit let out a low moan as Stephanie grasped his hand. Her eyes held his as tears filled them, and Kit blinked them away. Nobody but Stephanie would ever see him weep, and certainly not three archangels.
A cry left his lips as the burning intensified, and just when he thought he’d pass out from the pain, it began to cool.
Slowly, the agony in his body receded, and his breathing regulated even though he’d not been aware of panting.
“You need to work on your idea of a little,” Kit panted towards Lucifer.
“Be grateful, young Norton,” Lucifer chided.
“Oh, I am, but blazes, that hurt.”
“My gift to you is to sharpen your skills. It’s been three centuries since you last battled Christopher. With your body being new, it will be slow to respond to your moves. And you are needed to fight tonight. Make no mistake, the creature you encounter this evening will be one of the worst ever. Not as bad as Zorathal, but close. You need to be fully equipped to engage in combat,” Metatron said.
Kit nodded as warmth swept through his new body.
“My gift is a skill which will pass to your brothers and sister and their children. Even with restored balance, evil will persist in the world. I give the Nortons the ability to heal from most wounds. And quicker than usual. You already have somewhat of a healing power, but moving forward, it is not sufficient. This new skill will aid all of your blood. God’s Scourge needs to stand strong as God’s Army on this plane,” Haniel said.
“Thank you,” Kit replied, bowing his head. He was slightly overwhelmed by their gifts.
Lucifer turned to Stephanie.
“As long as I hold archangel status, you will only ever know joy from this day forth. You might worry and stress, but happiness shall always be your presiding emotion. For one whose heart is as pure as yours, it deserves nothing less,” Lucifer announced, reaching out to touch Stephanie’s hand.
Her eyes widened.
“I see your heart as you see mine,” Lucifer added in a whisper.
“Your story needs to be re-written,” Stephanie said.
“Perhaps you will be the one to do it. Look after him, Stephanie, and when it is your time, I’ll be there to meet you. You’ll never walk alone again,” Lucifer promised and faded away.
“Thank you for my gifts!” Stephanie cried out.
“Yes, thank you!” Kit exclaimed as Haniel and Metatron both dissipated.
“Remember, tonight. Cecilia needs you,” Metatron’s voice floated back on the wind before they disappeared completely.
Kit stared into Stephanie’s eyes in disbelief.
“Did that really happen?” Kit asked.
“I think so. We just saw three archangels who gave us gifts,” Stephanie said. She peered at the thermos which had held their coffee. “Do you think that was drugged?”
“I hope not because I swear I feel alive,” Kit replied with a laugh.
“Try to disappear,” Stephanie demanded.
Kit instantly attempted to dematerialise and failed. He blinked in surprise, tried again, and was unsuccessful a second time.
“It’s not working,” Kit muttered. He grabbed a knife from a plate and stabbed it gently into his thumb. Blood welled, and Kit stared at it mutely.
“Kit! You’re bleeding,” Stephanie cried, grabbing his hand and wrapping a napkin around it. Kit pulled his hand free, and they both watched in disbelief as the wound closed itself.
“Damn, I haven’t bled in three hundred years, Stephanie, and never healed like this. They were telling the truth. I’m alive again,” Kit murmured.
