Mandos
Why would I want more?
As golden glow started shining arround Ezekiel, he could feel Metatron completely dissapearing in him. There was no more of him. Only standed Ezekiel, greater than he had ever been before.
''I am you, and her, and your comrads. I am what has been, what could be, what should be.''
Sitting next to the two of them, he added.
''Call me Ezekiel. And do not worry, I mean you no harm. But what are your names?''
As he said this, he touched each one with his fingers. Closing his eyes he consentrated. He could see their blood. He could see the poion flowing in them both. And he started to filter what he had come to see. Within a minute, no more poison remained in either of them, and with a shock from his fingers, regenerated their energy. It was not alot, Ezekiel just giving them the necessary to stand up and fly.