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The Hall of Heavenly Council was not built for awkward silences.
Charlie stopped to sing about redemption.
She had been mid-note. They had all been mid-note. The song had been going so well, then Adam and Lute ruined it.
The silence that replaced it had weight.
The Commander of Heaven, Lelouch, set down his pen with a sound like a judge's gavel as he said, "Silence."
"What," he said, "did you just say?"
His voice was quiet.
In this case, quiet was not reassuring. Quiet meant he was already three steps ahead of wherever the conversation thought it was going, and he was deciding which of those steps to let you see.
Charlie blinked. The echo of the song still hung faintly in the air. "I—I said that angels come to kill sinners. Innocent souls who haven't done anything to deserve—"
"We know that angels kill in Hell." He rose from his seat at the council arc, and the violet glow of his eyes sharpened. "Once a year, the Exterminator force descends to deal with the Overlord problem. Souls in hell have accumulated enough power to threaten a breach of Earth, once again. That is the sanctioned purpose." He tilted his head, precise as a blade finding its angle. "Sinners, I would not classify as innocent souls. There is, after all, a reason they are in Hell."
From across the room, Adam — who had been lounging with the practiced ease of someone who had attended enough of these meetings to know when to look bored — went very still.
Beside him, Lute's hand found his wrist. Don't, her grip said.
Charlie, who had not noticed this exchange, pressed on with the particular bravery of someone who believed the truth was on their side. "But they don't kill the Overlords. That's my point. Barely any overlords have ever actually died in an extermination. They kill regular sinners. The ones on the streets. The ones who can't hide are in public."
The silence this time was a different species entirely.
Lelouch's violet eyes moved slowly, deliberately, across the room until they found Adam.
Adam, the first Man, who survived the primordial Earth, had the distinct experience of wanting to be somewhere else.
"Adam." The name landed like a door closing. "Explain. Now."
"Lelouch, my boss." Adam's voice carried its usual performance of confidence, the grin already assembling itself like armor on his mask. "Buddy. Pal. You know how it is down there — it's chaos, right? You can't always tell who's an Overlord and who's just—"
"*Explain, now.*"
The grin flickered.
High Seraphim Sera had not spoken yet. Her patience running out, and when she moved—straightening, both hands flat on the table—the temperature of the room changed.
"Then explain it." Her voice didn't raise. It didn't need to. "Why are your exterminators hunting sinners? The order given to you was specific. Overlords. Their allies and bodyguards. Souls with enough power to destabilize the barrier." She let that sit. "When did 'souls who cannot run fast enough' enter that mandate?"
A third angel, one of the silent council members who had been taking notes with the expression of someone watching a slow carriage accident, looked up from his parchment. "Why didn't Lucifer report any of this? He rules Pride Ring. He would have seen the casualties."
Charlie frowned. "My father? What does he have to do with—"
Emily, who had sung with Charlie and finally understood something did go terribly wrong, spoke up softly. "The agreement Heaven made was that the Exterminators would hunt Overlords specifically. Powerful souls who accumulate enough to threaten movement to Earth. The arrangement was never—" She stopped. Swallowed. "It was never supposed to be this."
Nunnally, beside her, leaned forward, the leader of the CHERUB with Emily, the one Charlie enjoyed talking to.
Her voice was gentle and was trying to manage the trajectory. "Charlie." She smiled, and it was real warmth even now. "Perhaps it would be best if you returned to Hell for the moment. We'll open a channel to your father shortly, and we can revisit this conversation with full information and—"
"But my hotel." Charlie's voice had gone small. "The whole reason I came was—"
Sera looked at her. "You can have it," she said, and it didn't sound like a joke. "The sanctioned purpose of the Exterminator force was never to touch ordinary sinners. That much is clear."
She glanced at Adam with an expression that promised a very long and very unpleasant conversation. "Speak to your father. Let us determine the appropriate... response to what we've learned here."
A portal shimmered open behind Charlie—she moved toward it, still processing, still turning over the shape of what had just happened.
The hotel was safe. That was — that was good. That was what she'd come for.
But the room felt like it was only just beginning to fill with something.
She was nearly through when Adam's voice came from behind her, with the particular timing of a man throwing a torch as he backed out of a burning building.
"Hey, Vagatha." He said the name with a smile in it. "You were an exterminator. You know the real job description better than anyone. You want to fill Charlie in on the details? Since we're all being so honest today."
Charlie stopped.
The portal held her half-in, half-out, the warm haze of it blurring the edges of the room behind her.
She turned back to her girlfriend.
And Vaggie — who had gone white somewhere around the moment Charlie said they don't kill Overlords — was looking at her with an expression Charlie had never seen on her face before.
Not the fierce protectiveness, not the barely leashed impatience with nonsense, and not the soft edges she kept for when it was just the two of them.
This was the face of someone standing at the edge of a confession they'd been carrying for a long time.
The last thing Charlie saw before the gold closed around her was Adam, already being turned on by the full weight of Sera's gaze and Lelouch's cold, methodical attention—and not looking nearly as satisfied with his gambit as he'd planned to.
As his commander and his boss were glaring at him for his stupidity.