\\- Even as that realization came to the American UNCLE agent, the body in his arms stirred, eyes snapping open. But this time, Illya's eyes were not the white emptiness of the possessed or the cursed.

They blazed with holy fire. -//

Napoleon swallowed hard as the heat from the fiery gaze seemed to sear his very soul, but his gaze never faltered. "Illya?", he whispered.

The Russian raised a hand and caressed the care-worn brow. "I am here, 'Polya", he replied, understanding the emotional war raging deep inside the man he loved. "However, I also seem to have 'company'", he added.

The awe in the beloved voice was not lost on Solo. "Company?"

"Yes, 'Polya. Powerful company. We need to get into the circle. NOW!"

Solo didn't need to be asked twice. "Can you walk?"

"With your help, yes; but, we must hurry. We are about to face our own."

They had just reached the inner part of the circle when the meaning of Illya's urgency became clear, for out of the grove of trees marched UNCLE's 'clean up' team, lead by Nathaniel Holden. The Rip Van Winkle expressions on their faces spoke volumes.

Napoleon settled into his best CEA poise. "Holden! You will stand down!", he commanded. The small band of UNCLE men ignored continued to advance as if he had never spoken.

"Mr. Holden!"

Solo and Kuryakin turned to stare where Professor McKeigh had fallen what seemed a lifetime ago - - even the UNCLE men froze - - for voice that issued forth was that of Alexander Waverly. "You will listen to my true voice! Do I make myself clear!?"

Holden swayed slightly. "But, sir.....", he began.

"Silence, Mr. Holden! You will stand down and render all assistance in this battle against the Forces of Darkness."

"Yes, sir!", the five replied in unison.

"Good." McKeigh turned toward the Russian and bowed, low. "My Lord!" His voice conveyed absolute reverence.

"Yes?"

The hair on the back of Napoleon's neck stood on end. The voice that issued from that delectable mouth crackled not only with immense power but unmistakable authority.

"It is time to arm Your soldiers."

"So be it!" Illya turned towards the bewildered UNCLE team and the even more confused Napoleon Solo. "Nathaniel Holden! You will position your men at each of the four points!"

Holden nodded. "You heard him, men! Move out!"

The men obeyed.

"Well done! Now, let all be silent!" Not waiting to see if he was obeyed, he raised his hands towards Heaven he intoned. "My angelic army - - Uriel, Raphael, Uriel, Michael - - , I summon thee to be with me in this Holy War!"

No sooner were the words uttered then peals of thunder rumbled through the skies like the hoof beats of gigantic horses and forks of lightning seemed to illuminate the entire world; the mortals bodies stiffened for mere seconds. When all was calm once more all eyes were filled with the same holy fire.

Illya studied his army. They are stood at absolute attention, awaiting his command. "Remember, the innocent of this world are our primary concern! Goodness must triumph!! Are we ready!?"

"Yes, my Lord!!", came the unified reply.

Illya chuckled, the sound deep in his throat, for that answer was heard above the approaching storm. "Now the fun begins!"

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