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Rosemary was already carefully putting Jacob on his feet to do what Thas was about to tell them until rocks began to fall and she literally dropped him as she sent a powerful gust of wind at the debris so it wouldn't have the chance to injure them. She then removed her hood and had her helmet part deactivate. She looked at the creature with her hands slightly up and to the side and said, "I don't understand that language. Do you know what I'm saying?"

The demon blinked and slightly narrowed it's eyes at Rosemary for a moment, studying all their faces. It clicked and growled something, as the rest of the demons revealed themselves as well, the electricity disappearing from the lead creature's hand. It had readily noted that they weren't missing any "unnecessary parts", or had any markings that would have denoted them as Niearcim mage members.

"Common tongue. Understand enough. Only learned from cruel ones over centuries. So no harm? Something familar about some. Not demonic, opposites maybe. What?"

Thas nodded, then slowly unfolded his angelic wing tendrils in the traditional angel/bird like shape. He gestured for the other angelics to do the same. The small demons seem to marvel then and relax, some marveling moreso at Milaku's partial demon wings.

"Angeeliks! Never almost seen in Ni'Jitogrimiz. Some were about eight brighter suns ago, but cruel ones steal and destroy them. We trust for now. Our shelter you shelter. Any injured? Can help bring to no injure."

Now that there was less panic and fear in their minds, due to being in the presence of angels, Rosemary could more clearly see their thoughts that leaked out like a broken damn. Relief, gratefulness, knowing they wouldn't have to run again, an eagerness to help maybe a group that was going to fight their evil masters in the small ways they could? On mentioning healing, one of the demons sparked up a glow of electricity that was a strangely soothing red color. Jacob was mentioned as one of the wounded, and they set to using that strange electricity on him almost without any warning. In seconds, Jacob was back on his own strength, surprised how quickly he'd been not only healed, but rejuvenated by their energies. Possibly one of the common uses of these creatures was to enhance regeneration and healing in Niearcim experiments, along with using them as a food and energy source.

"Come, deeper into cave with us. Families will be joy to see angeeliks, blessing sign. Can feed, give rest, hide from flying False Ones."

Sephiroth did as he was instructed to do. He then waited to be instructed to put them away again.

"Oh thank you! I will do my best! The only thing that would make this better is if you would show up in my room before I must sleep." Once they were done, Mindy was picked up and stopped moving again, her lids ever shut.

On her way out Alpha was there waiting to go in and he still seemed drained to her. "He seems to be in a fine mood today," she said.

Sephiroth mentally sighed as his energy was restored and his need for sleep was once again stolen from him. He knew this wasn't the best world for it, but he had for a moment looked forward to the idea of sleep. He hadn't slept properly in weeks despite laying in bed for hours. He had several things going against him for achieving it now that he had peace of mind: mother didn't really require sleep, Jiluzix never slept, angels don't need sleep for their physical well being and if they do it is for their mental well being, and, as Jacob had said, 'that holy essence that grew stronger in him with each day' kept him up with as well.

Right now might not the most opportune of times, he thought while listening to what was said. Why would I need a place to rest? Couldn't you do the string pulling while I slept?

"We saw a piece of him out when we arrived. What were the angels able to do that was enough to draw Jiluzix out?"

Jacob almost stopped with his comforting, but continued anyways. I do need to be more careful, I nearly forgot...

You are right, I could do such a thing. It is just that I would not feel comfortable without your permission first, dear child. Let me know when you do wish to attempt sleep, and I'll handle things from there.

"We show you...."

A couple of demons scrambled forth and used their electricity, firing it into the air harmlessly.... making a sort of makeshift view screen that was displaying their memories like a perfectly recorded video.

There, they saw the angels, at least roughly fifteen in one area, with something in their hands that glowed with a black aura. It was explained that this was basically Jiluzix's energy signature... they were trying to trick the large demon into thinking that they had a piece of him that had been lost, and lure him away from the city. Far, far away, another ten or so angels were hidden, ready to spring into action to free the souls.

Jiluzix burst forth from the ground, or rather a large number of massive, grotesque tendrils did, attempting to impale some of the angels. Mages crawled out of holes that erupted from the earth, casting various spells and using imprisoned and enslaved demons to their command. A new type of mage that even Jacob had never personally seen was around, wearing black and red armoring and robes, enhanced with all sorts of strange symbols and runes. Aside from Jiluzix himself, they seemed to be commanding the most minions, or casting the most potent spells... they apparently where the elusive elite guard of Jiluzix.

The angels fought with all their might, but it was apparent that they were in over their heads as feathers and blood flew through the air. The angels that were in hiding that were meant to go free the souls, were blocked off by a wall of flesh that ensnarled most of them with tendrils. Everywhere in the realm, bursts of flesh and tendrils kept pushing out of the ground. Blasts of holy and unholy energy alike tore through the atmosphere, weapons clashed, but in the end... all of the angels were dragged yelling and fighting into various mouths of Jiluzix after being beaten into a pulp. They were obviously not being digested right away as their hands and such were stretching against the flesh as they still struggled weakly. The dead flesh was gathered by powerful necromancers amongst the mages, trophies of angelic feathers collected, and aside from stains of blood, no more evidence remained of a battle. The vision vanished.

"No souls freed that day, is sad. Think maybe attacked too strong, too many. Too much attention. Never met angeeliks before capture."