When Dick stepped through the portal back to the starport, the gravely wounded Rakeesh followed behind him, supporting the weakened Velen. Redemption in Order Angel form was powerful. It could bring those acknowledged by the Holy Light back from death into reality, but bringing them back was all it could do.
The weakness and severe injuries brought by death were unavoidable, so the Old Prophet would need at least half a year of recuperation to regain his health. Rakeesh actually looked even worse. His entire body was pierced with unimaginable wounds, with Holy Light flowing through them. Dick's Holy Light Tide had swallowed him whole. Had Dick not deliberately reined in his power, the very first wave would have dissolved this not particularly powerful Eredar demon without leaving even his bones.
Kil'jaeden had destroyed him with hatred and remade him, but Velen had saved him with familial love and hope.
In the end, Rakeesh was still a child, and to achieve better results, Kil'jaeden had not twisted his soul too much, so... he could still be saved.
All it would take was purifying his soul and then giving him a different body... fortunately, Ulduar could do both.
"Holy Light above! Release the Prophet, you demon!"
The instant Maraad saw Rakeesh, he raised the Naaru warhammer in his hand, still stained with green blood, but Dick stopped him.
"Calm down, Maraad. That's Rakeesh, Velen's son."
Dick said it casually, but the strongest Vindicator's expression went blank at that moment. It took him a full two seconds to react.
"Rakeesh? Holy Light above, this... this is unbelievable."
"Hehe, the angel is the best! Dummy is the best!"
Anveena clutched Dick's hair in satisfaction, bouncing around on his shoulder like a lively little speck of light. Dick merely smiled and waved a hand,