((Second Part Continued))

Frank watched the exchange still frozen in his now pee-soaked seat. Wondering how could such a dainty woman converse so casually with these deformed horrific nightmares?
“She’s our half-sister you twat. Don’t think too hard about it, your brain will melt and I don’t like the taste of melted brain.” George said. His voice sounded like creaking trees laden down with swamp moss and bubbling gas emissions from a bog.
“Looks like you’ll get a hazelnut latte with a triple shot tonight.”
George fist-pumped the air. “That’ll get rid of the taste.” He grabbed Frank by the wrist and dragged him out of the booth, too afraid to scream. What proceeded to occur outside the diner and way from sight from the road would be too gruesome to put into words, but should Frank ever get a chance at another life it will surely haunt him in the next life or two or hundred.
The four dark beings sat down at the counter chatting and sipping on their favorite drinks with their favorite half-sister. And before they knew it, they felt refreshed and at ease now that their travels were stripped away with each sip. Gold and silver armor reflected the overhead lights with sparkles and glints.
Megan followed them out the front door. “It was nice to see you all again. You know, you can visit before your work weighs you down too much.”
“We know, baby sister. We’ll get better.” Grav said, his voice now clear and musical.
“You say that every time.” She harrumphed.
Hale embraced Megan in her usual sisterly bear hug. “It’s Grav’s fault. He doesn’t want any of us to get more Megan-time than him. He’ll only let us visit when he does.”
Megan returned the hug and glared daggers at Grav from around her sister’s shoulder.
“Wait, just a minute. That’s not true.”
“I’ll not let you set foot on earth to bother our sister more than you already do,” George said in his best Grav voice. “Those were your exact words.”
“I was joking. It was a joke.”
“I don’t know, didn’t feel like a joke when you got father to bar me from Earth when I took my vacation,” Vlam spoke, his voice the gentle lapping waves of a peaceful lake.
“Is this true, Grav?” It was the first time they’d heard Megan speak without an ounce of cheeriness.
“I didn’t mean, well I wanted to… yes. It’s true. I didn’t want them to overwhelm you.”
“Grav,” she stepped up to him and grabbed his large hand with both of hers. “You all are family, I’ll never be overwhelmed. I can’t just open up a portal as you all can. I can’t just fly up and decide to visit. All I get is the time you all share with me.”
“Man, really bungled this didn’t I?”
“It’s a good thing you have eternity to learn from your mistakes.”
Grav fully ashamed and put in his place heaved a large sigh. Megan took that moment to release his hand and wrap him up in a hug.”
“Hey, easy now. You’re gonna ruffle my feathers.”
“Right, right. Sorry, Mr. Macho Deity.” She pulled back from her half-brother. “So, you’ll let them visit without having to escort them?”
“I guess.” He winced at her stern look. “Yes.”
“Good.” She nodded. “Give my best to Dad and if you can let my mother know I love and miss her.”
“Absolutely, baby-sis.” Vale squeezed her in a side hug.
“Thanks, guys for always looking out for me. I love you guys.”
With a final round of hugs and well wishes, the four seraphim members of the Eldritch Horrors squad took to the air free from the nightmares and horrors of their tasks and missions. Refreshed and renewed.