This is New (Bloodline)

[Leon]

Michael nodded. Swiping his hand at the air another Hall would appear.

"We can create these. Mine appear as Halos of light. No telling what yours become or can do. However I brought you here for privacy as I can unlock this for you, but I need some answers before that."

He would take a breath.

"I need to know you will fight for the light and good in the world. Using the power for the greater good."

[Allison Kazim]

She could what now? Ali's brows rose high, but she listened without disrupting him. The idea of her with a halo or making halos almost seemed ridiculous. Almost. Part of her wanted to see it come true, a part of her that she was determined to keep pushed down and out of the way while this was happening. She'd come this far and would see it through, but it seemed like an elaborate joke that, after all this time, an archangel of all things was related to her.

Then his question came, taking her by surprise. It wasn't what she thought he would want to know, though it made sense. No sense in giving power to someone if you thought it would only cause more problems down the road. And yet, if there was good along the way, didn't that matter?

"Of course I will. What else would I do with it?" Seriously.

[Leon]

"Well in addition you could join me, join us back at the church."

He offered with a raised brow, she would be a great addition to their section of the God's territory, but it wasn't important.

[Allison Kazim]

Well that was certainly an interesting offer. Allison studied him for a moment before shaking her head.

"Perhaps in the future, but for now, my place is back in Cabal. I wouldn't mind seeing it, though."

[Leon]

"I see."

Michael would nod.

"That should suffice for now."

The Angel would walk to the side and raise his hands out, large golden wheel like Halo's would appear the biggest in the center and four circling it clockwise.

"This is the Wheel of our bloodline. The Penta Kuklos. Every generation of our bloodline has a cycle and the Penta Kuklos keeps track of the cycle and eventually will stop spinning marking the end of our line."

He would explain before pointing at the one currently being pointed at by the middle circle at the bottom. The circle was spinning quickly and red in color.

"This is your cycle. Approach and touch the circle."

[Allison Kazim]

Ali nodded as he accepted her words, focus going to the Penta Kuklos with fascination. Her guard didn't waver, but curiosity took over for a moment, looking briefly at Michael as he explained their bloodline and how it was marked. The spinning circles caught her eye, especially the red one, and with a small nod, she stepped forward.

This was literally the only sign she had of her family. Looking back at Michael, she asked as her fingers touched the circle. "How are we related? Who is this ancestor?"

[Leon]

Allison wouldn't really have time for that question of hers to be answered because the entirety of the Penta Kuklos would halt and the big center spiral would begin to widen a red energy exuding from the center before the whole thing would flash a brilliant and blinding red.

Once vision returned hovering in front of Allison's hand would be a strange red spiral would slowly be spinning clockwise.

Michael would tilt his head at it.

"As for our relation I assume it has to do with your mother. You are around what? Twenty years old or more?"

[Allison Kazim]

Allison didn't have time to shield her eyes with her arm, the vibrant color filling her vision and the world around her for a blinding moment. When her eyes adjusted, she blinked and stared at the red spirals circling in front of her. Her gut told her to reach out and touch it, even if she still struggled with her belief when it came to the situation and his story. And she wouldn't until he answered her question, fingertips hovering just beyond the symbol in front of her.

"From her side, then." Nodding at the mention of her mother, Ali decided to continue hearing him out. It was hard to imagine it could be real, and there was no way she could say no or deny what he said without more research on her own. For now, she would have to rely on her gut, and maybe faith.

His question about her age, however, threw her. That wasn't something that should have mattered.

She looked at him, turning to face him more with a wary expression. "I'm twenty."

[Leon]

The Angel would nod.

"You have her hair and facial structure... But you have my eyes."

[Allison Kazim]

Those two sentences sent Allison's ears ringing, her hand dropping to her side. Her hair. Her facial features. His eyes.

His. Michael's. An archangel was calmly telling her she was his biological daughter. Suddenly a father, after twenty years of nothing from him. From her mother. The words didn't even feel like they applied here. They belonged to the ones who had raised her up in 260.

She searched his face for some kind of hint that this was a mistake.

"You didn't know until the battle, but I've used my mana before."

[Leon]

Michael would shake his head a bit.

"It was different. Something was awakening in you. A light that acted like a beacon in the sky. It had not even occurred to me that you could possibly exist until that brilliant energy reached me."

[Allison Kazim]

So he hadn't known. All this time, and he never knew she had even existed. She'd thought her parents were dead, that that was the reason why she had been orphaned so young. It had been the immediate aftermath of the war; it made sense that she was adopted. Otherwise, she might not have lived to see one.

And yet, if he was her father, if that something had changed, what was it? She wet her suddenly dry lips with the tip of her tongue. She could feel the storm building up in her chest, wanting to be angry at him for being gone for so long, wondering what life she could have lived. Where she would be now. None of it mattered; she was who she was, and loved her family. She just didn't know what this would mean for her future.

"Then you know who my mother was? What happened to her?"

[Leon]

Michael would frown and look down at the ground.

"I... Do not know. I had offered people refuge for a while during the war. Your mother was passionate and driven. We had shared nights of passion thinking many of them to be our last and one day... She had vanished..."

He obviously was not proud of himself with that story.

[Allison Kazim]

She continued to study him as he explained, even when he looked away. That alone was answer enough, but she was able to learn. Her mother, whoever she had been, was driven. Passionate. At least it wasn't a one-night stand where he really didn't know anything about her. The mage swallowed.

"Did you know her name?"

[Leon]

"Of course, her name was Branwen."

Michael would look at her now with conviction and passion of his own.