Imperius was now the leader of the Angiris Council, now that Malthael left. He was dependable and kind, though he was known to often get into squabbles with his younger brother. Needed a friend to lean on? Go to Malthael. He was always kind, and rarely was he angry. Malthael had once been their calm, level-headed leader, the guiding hand of the council. Perhaps it would be the only stop for him. As he entered the part of the High Heavens that Malthael once dwelled in, Itherael felt a pang of loss and sadness. Itherael would have to go to his first stop-Malthael's old Pools of Wisdom, when he was still the Archangel Of Wisdom-for much of the information he sought. Sometimes Itherael wondered if he was even nice to himself. Unlike his brother, Imperius was a hothead and rarely kind to anyone. Imperius was the brother of the Archangel Of Death, Malthael. Now, get back to studying!`` Imperius snarled, turning and storming out of the library. `` Don't feed me your 'sorry, Imperius.' You and I both know you aren't. ``I swear,`` He snarled, ``if you don't come up with anything within the next day, I'll have you sent to the Burning Hells to die. ``Nothing? Itherael, we're running out of time!`` Imperius growled, his brilliant flame-orange wings flapping impatiently. And he truly did mean it he was a very sincere angel. He bumped into someone? ``I'm sorry.`` Coughed next to someone? ``I'm sorry.`` It was just a habit. I'm sorry.`` Itherael had a habit of apologizing for everything, It was just how he was. Shook out of his meditation, Itherael winced slightly at the shillouette of another, larger angel, its arms crossed, its right armoured foot tapping impatiently. ``Itherael!`` Snapped a rather impatient voice from the mouth of the platform that Itherael was on, in meditation. He could see it being sculpted, he could see its final, definite form, he could see. From the past, he could see the dark wizard Zoltun Kulle, creating the stone for his own selfish greed to entrap every demon and angel so humankind could rule the land and he would be praised as king. For days he stayed in the library of Fate, looking to the past, present and future. That was Itherael, the Archangel of Fate's part. He was the man who created this Black Soulstone, which was designed to have the ability to entrap the souls of Angels and Demon alike.

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