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[†]Habakkuk 1:2-4

O Lord, how long shall I cry, and Thou wilt not hear! Even cry out unto Thee of violence, and Thou wilt not save!
Why dost Thou shew me iniquity, and cause me to behold injustice? Why dost Thou tolerate wrong? Destruction and violence are before me; there is strife, and conflict abounds.
Therefore the law is paralyzed, and justice doth not prevail: for the wicked doth compass about the righteous; therefore wrong judgment proceedeth.[†]

[☨]Upon his knees, nearly prostrate, the archbishop sits upon the remains of the foyer. As the Holy Spirit would have it, the flames were dowsed and those inside were whisked to safety by

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The threshold was charred, the back window was shattered, and the back pews, carpet, and tapestries were blackened, yet there was nothing that could not be saved and refurbished. Escaping by the skin of their necks was the only thing he was grateful for--Whilst the other 90% of himself was seething at the lack of judgment.

In Maxwell's quavering hand was fisted the 30 silver coins he had used to pay the Pope's ransom. He snarled as the livid hatred boiled up in him and tossed the shimmering coinage into the middle of the temple.[☨]

There is no justice, Lord! None! I do not believe a single solitary soul can even fathom it in this misbegotten place!

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Madam Lilith... Might I request an audience with you?

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[Her lips parted, as if she were about to speak... only to close as she bent her head down, giving a polite greeting to Enrico in return. Then slowly, Nill began to make her way toward him, walking forward and watching her steps. With the fire gone, she looked cleaner and tranquil. Even if her eyes said differently.

Stopping less than a foot away from the Archbishop, the winged girl carefully presented the Nail of Helena to him with both hands. Safe and sound.]

[Watching the dusted sunlight filter prismatic rays behind her weightless steps, he found himself lost in the picturesque sight. Like gazing upon a stained window of Saint Micheal (http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v628/SeraphimSephiroth/Maxwell%20Journal/angel_stained_glass_michael.jpg), he froze in awe, till her movement shattered the illusion like so much of the glass still scattered across the stone floor.]

Is that... Oh!

[How well his little angel had done. Protecting that most sacred relic. The spirit had been within him, whispering that it would remain unprofaned in her unstained hands. Raising from his seat he reached to touch her outstretched hand, glee in his strained heart as he wrapped around the precious treasure and knelt just enough to push her bangs from her crown.]

Splendido.. Wonderful, you wonderful miracoloso girl..!

[And there his lips blessed her brow once, marking his favor upon her.]

[The task was only half as meaningful to her, unfortunately.

Nill knew that the Archbishop had risked his neck to retrieve the Nail of Helena, and left the strange relic in her care so that it would be kept safe. It only felt right to return it to him, now that everything was said and done. Just like the cassock that was returned to him before. He always did plenty for her.

That is why, she blinked up at him as he drew near, leaning back instinctively on her heals. He seemed pleased, but it was... a little overwhelming. The poor thing didn't even have enough time to react to the kiss placed upon her brow until it was already well over.]

...

[Nill tilted her down meekly, as her cheeks flushed to a deep rosy red. What...? What just happened?]

[The thrill of that moment to have everything he wants kept safe to fall into place, had moved him with such unexpectancy that Maxwell actually shocked himself into submission. Anderson would have a field day to have seen him do such a compassionate thing. Alabaster cheeks staining rosette from his own embarrassment, he shifted a hand over his mouth and inched himself back upon his own heels.]

A-ahi.. You did..

[A regale clear of his throat to regain an ounce of his dignity back, he righted himself and placed the nail carefully in both hands.]

You did a fine job.. God would bless your efforts surely.. for you see.

[Allowing himself to slowly drop level with her again, he held the treasure up, letting the light of day catch the glint of steel and a strange red iridescence that stained the very tip.]

This relic.. is going to save us. It is the key to salvation, Angelina.

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[It's a good thing that Nill was distracted enough by her own embarrassment, or else she would have been quicker to notice his. -- At least Enrico had that in his favor.

She shifted her gaze back up to the Archbishop once he cleared his throat, and a small smile started to creep up along her face. It was always felt good to be praised.

Then as he lowered himself back down to her level, the Nail caught her attention again, and she couldn't help but tilt her head a bit to one side like a curious dog as he explained.]

...?

["The key to salvation"...

Nill couldn't understand it, at least not by simply looking at the Nail.]

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