The Devil in her Dreams Chapter 31
Zarin got furious when Heaven told him that Zamiel bit her. He began to curse and say that he would kill Zamiel. Heaven barely Stepped him from making the mistake of seeking out Zamiel. It’s not like he could win a fight against him.
“Zarin, please relax. The mark is gone.”
“How can I relax? That man bit you against your will. Does your father know?”
Heaven panicked. “Promise me you won’t tell him.”
Zarin turned away from her, not wanting to make that promise.
“Zarin! Don’t make me regret that I told you. Promise me you won’t say a word to anyone.
Zarin swore under his breath. “Alright, I promise. But if he comes for you again, I’ll kill him.
Heaven sighed, deciding not to tell him the rest. She only told him about the bite and he was so angry. If she told him the rest, he would put himself in danger.
“Is that why he was here? Because the bite is gone and he want’s to bite you again.” He asked.
Heaven opened her mouth but didn’t know what to say.
Zarin shook his head. “I’ll stay here with you every night.” He said with finality.
“No. I don’t want you to.”
“I don’t care. I am not letting you out of my sight.”
“You can’t guard me forever. If he wants to bite me, there is nothing you can do or anyone else for that matter. Only I have the chance to do something.”
“There is always a way out.” Zarin told her. “I won’t let him near you.”
“Zarin remember, I was the one who went to him. I have it under control.” Heaven said, but regretted it when anger blazed through his eyes.
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“It’s the mark doing all this.” He said with clenched teeth.
“The mark is gone.” She reminded.
Zarin frowned. “Then why did you go to him?”
How she wished she had the answer to his question. “I don’t know.” She shrugged.
Zarin hit the table with his fist, causing the wood to break. Heaven was taken aback by his fury. She had never seen him like that before.
“He is manipulating you.”
Oh no, Heaven thought. It was a terrible idea, telling him.
“Don’t worry. I won’t let him near you, but promise me you won’t go to him.”
How was she supposed to promise him that?
“Heaven, promise me.” He urged.
“I can’t.” It came out as a whisper. She did not want to hurt him.
“Why?” He yelled.
“Because… because he is my husband.”
His eyes widened in shock, and he just stared at her for a moment. Heaven was shocked by her own words. That wasn’t the way she imagined getting married.
“Heaven, he forced you.”
No, he didn’t. He just did what he had to do. He never wanted to be mated to her. If she was forced then he was forced too.
“That doesn’t change the facts.” She said.
“Maybe not, but the mark is gone now. We just need to make sure that he doesn’t bite you again and you will be free.”
Free? What did it mean to be free? She thought being free was making her own choices.
“Alright. Let’s forget about this for a while. We have only been arguing lately. I missed having fun with you. Let’s do something fun together like we used to.” She tried to distract him away from the topic.
Zarin stood up from his seat and strode back and forth in the room. She could see that he was not willing to let go of the subject.
“You know, your father has been training me. Let’s see if you can still win in a fight with me. I bet you won’t.”
Last time she could beat Gina because of her intense training. Heaven was sure she could win over Zarin this time.
Zarin who loved a challenge couldn’t turn down her request.
They made their way to the backyard, picked their swords and then prepared to fight.
“Are you ready?” Zarin asked.
“Never been so ready to beat someone.” Heaven said.
Before she could finish her sentence Zarin swung at her, but Heaven was quick to avoid his attack.
“I see you have become quick.” He smirked.
“Or maybe you have been slacking.”
Again and again she avoided his attacks. It surprised her that she could predict his movements. Uncle Roshan’s lessons did indeed help a lot.
Her new developed skills impressed Zarin. Now she would show him what she really learned from her demon slayer uncle.
Roshan had taught her to always move the opposite of how she was supposed to attack, and that speed and timing was crucial. Now was the perfect time to try it.
Heaven moved with ease around Zarin, making him believe she would continue to defend herself and then she attached when he least expected it. She did not let him recover between the attack, and he kept blocking her until he missed.
Zarin was surprised by her sudden strength and speed and was trying his best to keep up with her when she suddenly knocked the sword out of his hand, head butted him, and kneed him in the stomach before grabbing his arm and throwing him over her shoulder.
Zarin fell on his back with a groan. Blood seeped from his nose.
“God. When did you learn all this?” He asked while getting up on his feet again. He wiped the blood from his face.
“While you were sleeping around.” She replied mockingly.
Zaim smirked “Are you perhaps jealous?”
She walked up to him. “I was. Not anymore. I beat you.”
He shook his head at her.
Heaven was happy to get her annoying friend back. They spent the rest of the day annoying each other as usual. When the evening came Lincoln came looking for her.
“Your Highness, General Kian is here to meet you.” He informed.
“I’ll be there,” Heaven said and Lincoln left.
Zarin gave her a questioning look.
“I am trying to learn more about being a ruler.” She explained. “I need to go now. Don’t wait for me.”
She knew he would still insist to stay the night in her room.
“I’ll wait for you.” He said ignoring what she just told him.
Heaven decided to take the fight with him later and went to meet General Kian.
He was waiting in the parlor and stood up when she walked inside. “I am sorry I came this late.” He apologized.
“It’s alright. I am glad you could come. Please sit down.”
They both sat down. “I hope we can see each other more often from now on and that you can support me in my cause.”
“Any help you need, I’m here to provide.” He said.
“Thank you. What I need now is to learn how the royal army works, and how do I gain their trust?”
Kian was happy to provide her with any useful information. He spoke to her about the royal army and how they worked. But he could not provide her with all the details, so they decided to meet again.
After saying goodbye, Heaven went back to her room. She expected to find Zarin there, but he was nowhere to be seen. He had been insisting on staying so she didn’t think he just went back home.
Where did he go?
Suddenly her mind thought of Zamiel. Her heart raced inside her chest and she didn’t want to believe what she was thinking, but she was probably right.
Zarin went to Zamiel.
The Devil in her Dreams Chapter 32
Zarin stood in front of the eerie old house where he believed the ancient demon stayed. This ancient being needed to stay away from Heaven. He was dangerous, and he was using and confusing her.
Since he came into her life, she had changed and it wasn’t a change he liked. She had always wanted to be free. He couldn’t understand why she suddenly wanted to become a ruler. Zarin didn’t want that lifestyle for her. He wanted her to be happy and be free from royal duties and obligations.
But Heaven was heading the opposite direction, and it caused her to be busy most of the time. She was working so hard for something that wouldn’t benefit her, something that would bound her to a lot of responsibilities.
It also made her also more distant, and she stayed angry with him longer. It felt like she couldn’t understand him anymore.
Zarin remembered when they were younger, when she would always come to him first, confide in him and ask for his advice. Their friendship was always a priority to her, and she would do anything to uphold it. Even if it meant that she apologized first every time they fought.
Now it felt like their friendship wasn’t important anymore. It felt like he didn’t matter to her, that he had no place or role in her life anymore. He wanted his friend back. He knew she was still there, but this demon was confusing her.
Zarin teleported himself into the old house. It was dark inside, but he could still see. He tried to listen to any sound, but he could hear nothing. Still his hands rested on his daggers, which he had dipped in poison. There was no other way he could defeat an ancient demon.
Suddenly he sensed something behind him. Drawing his daggers, he turned around fast. A few feet away stood the ancient demon. His silver eyes were gleaming in the dark.
He did not look like the last time he saw him. This time he looked dead. He was all bones and his skin was ashy. If it wasn’t for the power that emanated from him, Zarin would have thought he would faint anytime soon.
But the ancient demons stood steadily. His mare presence was threatening, but Zarin tried to not be intimidated.
“What are you doing here?” Asked the demon, his voice vibrating in the empty hall.
“I came to tell you to stay away from Heaven.”
“Or what?” He asked, taking a few steps forward. Zarin tightened his grip on his daggers.
“Her family and I won’t tolerate you hurting her.”
“If you came all the way here with nothing but small threats, you embarrass yourself.” The demon scoffed.
“What do you want from her?” Zarin asked, ignoring his remark.
“What to you want? What are your intentions for coming here?”
Zarin became annoyed. “I came here to protect my friend.”
“As a true protector you should put your pride aside.” The demon said.
Zarin paused. what did he mean? How was he being prideful?
“More than protecting your friend, you came here to prove something.”
“I came here to prove that I can do anything for her. Even risk my life.”
The demon shook his head. “How romantic. Proving to be her protector at the expense of her safety.”
The demon’s words felt like a slap in the face. Zarin didn’t think he was putting Heaven’s safety at risk. He was going to protect her. He could not just sit by and do nothing.
“I won’t let you by a finger on her.”
Now the demon’s lips curved into a smile. “Don’t worry. I won’t be using my fingers. Only my teeth.”
Fury made the blood in Zarin’s veins boil. He could not control the urge to to fight him despite knowing the danger. Only a stab and the poison would do the rest, he thought.
The demon’s expression turned serious as and Zarin realized his body language exposed him.
“I would think carefully before making that mistake, if I were you.” He warned.
But you are not me, Zarin thought, and decided to attack when Heaven and Gina suddenly materialized in the hall.
“Zarin!” Heaven called, her eyes filled with panic as she looked between him and the ancient demon.
She hurried and placed herself between him and the other demon as if protecting him.
“I am sorry. He won’t bother you again.” She promised the ancient demon.
Why was she apologizing for him?
He moved her out of his way, but Gina blocked him. “Follow me quietly if you want us to leave this place alive.” Her voice was low and lethal. He knew she was furious.
Before he could think, she grabbed his arm and all three of them were back home.
“What were you thinking?” Gina yelled as soon as they were back home.
Heaven crossed her arms over her chest and looked at him, disappointed. He was tired of that look.
“I wanted to make sure that he wouldn’t come to bother you again.” Zarin explained, turning to Heaven.
“And you thought he would just listen? Didn’t you think going to his home with daggers might make him angrier?” His actions appalled Gina, but she didn’t understand him.
“I could not just sit and do nothing.”
“Why do you feel the need to do something?” Now Gina was yelling again.
“Don’t you? After all, he did to her.” He asked.
Heaven just stood there. It was like she didn’t know what to say, and Zarin hoped she would say something.
“Heaven, say something.” He urged.
“What do you want me to say?” She asked. “You never listen to me or respect my wishes and choices. That demon that you just provoked has lost his whole family and was locked inside a coffin for a thousand years. He is grieving and angry and despite a curse who forced him to bite me, he is resisting the urge to renew the mark which put him in the state you just found him in. Now I don’t know what he might decide to do.”
Zarin was confused. Why didn’t she tell him all this earlier?
“Yes. And it was witches who killed his family and locked him inside.” Gina added.
Now he understood why Heaven was afraid.
“I won’t let him hurt you. I promise.” Zarin said.
He didn’t know exactly how he would protect her, but he would find a way to kill this ancient demon, or maybe he would just lock him inside again with the help of a witch. He would need Irene.
“It’s not me I am worried for.” She said looking at him.
The Devil in her Dreams Chapter 33
Heaven was preparing to go to bed after leaving Gina and Zarin to fight alone. There was so much she wanted to say to Zarin, but it felt like he wouldn’t care or listen. Lately he had been disregarding her wishes and emotions, and she couldn’t understand why. His behavior was hurting her feelings.
She was tired of being the one to try to make their friendship work. She was tired of running after him, and now she was tired of trying to make him listen to her. Not once had he taken her feelings into consideration.
But now more than being angry with him, she was worried for him. He had angered Zamiel, and she wasn’t sure if Zamiel would stay quiet his time. Maybe she should go meet him again, beg him to forgive Zarin’s reckless behavior.
Zamiel had warned her to not come to him, that he would send her to heaven next time she did, but she didn’t believe his words. Besides, she had to do something to fix the mess Zarin created.
Going to the mirror, Heaven let her hair down to cover her neck, before teleporting herself to his home. Once she was in front of his old house, she picket up earth and grass from the ground and rubbing it on her skin. She wanted to get rid of her scent so she wouldn’t add to his suffering.
Then carefully she stepped inside his home. Darkness filled the halls and rooms as usual. Heaven followed his scent. This time it was mixed with the scent of burning wood. When she came to his room, the first thing she noticed was the fire burning in the hearth and Zamiel sat next to it in an armchair. He seemed to rest, his face looked relaxed and his eyes were closed. But his condition seemed to worsen. He looked even more dead this time.
“I knew you would come.” He spoke with his eyes still closed. “If you came to beg for your friend’s life, don’t bother. I have no desire to fight a boy.”
Heaven stood there quietly, not knowing what to say. If she didn’t have to beg for her friend’s life, then there was nothing else to do here.
Slowly, Zamiel opened his eyes and stared into hers. His eyes did not reflect his body’s weakness, he still looked at her with the same intensity.
“Do you remember what I told you last time?”
Heaven knew what he was referring to. “That you would send me to heaven if I came here.”
“So you do remember?” He asked. “Then don’t you value your life or do you have so much faith in me?”
“I have faith in my judgement of you.” She said.
“And what is your judgment of me?”
“That you have a good judgment.”
Zamiel tilted his head to one side and studied her closely. Heaven’s heart raced as his gaze went up and down her body before it lingered on her neck. A smile made its way to his lips.
It took a moment for Heaven to realize that he was smiling at the fact that she rubbed mud and grass on her body.
“Don’t worry. I have the urge under control.�� He assured her.
Heaven panicked. What did that mean? Did he not have feelings for her anymore? Did his hatred for witches prevail at the end? Heaven didn’t want that. She did not want him to hate her, but she didn’t want him to suffer either. Maybe this was for the best. If he fought the urge and their bond broke, he would be free from suffering.
But at the same time, Heaven thought his words didn’t match his condition. He might have the urge under control for now because he was starving and weakening himself.
“You will kill yourself if you don’t eat.” She told him.
“If it were only that easy.” He said.
“You have to eat.” She said ignoring him. “Wait!”
Without waiting for his reply, she teleported back home. She snuck into the kitchen and stole a bread and a few fruits.
Wait! How could she easily teleport back home this time?
Not having time to think, she went back to Zamiel’s house with the food. Just like she told him, he waited for her. He still sat where she left him. Heaven went to him and put the food on the table.
“I just brought a little for now, but I can bring more if you are still hungry.” She told him. “There is no reason to starve yourself if you have the urge under control.”
A frown settled on his face as he looked at her and then at the bread. He lifted it slowly from the table and studied it for a while. Heaven wondered if she did something wrong because suddenly his face twisted with disgust and his eyes gleamed with hatred.
“The last meal I had was bread.” He spoke before looking up at her. “It was poisoned.”
Heaven looked into his stormy eyes, realizing that she had awoken the hatred in him. “I would never…”
Suddenly he was out of his chair and grabbed her by the hair, bringing her face close to his. Heaven groaned in pain.
“You want to lock me inside again, don’t you? So that I won’t hurt your dear friend.” His fury was frightening and his grip on hair was so strong she thought he would tear her hair out. “You could have just asked. Have I not kept my word to not hurt your family? I thought you would be different.” He spat in disgust.
Heaven could not handle the pain, so she did what she had to do. She kneed him in the groin. That always worked, no matter how strong the demon was.
Zamiel did not make a sound, but she could see the pain on his face as he moved let go of her hair and she moved away from him. Before he could recover, she hurried to pick up the bread.
“Wait!” She held her hands out as he turned to her with a murderous look in his eyes. Heaven took a piece of the bread and stuffed it in her mouth. She chewed it grimly.
Now his expression turned from anger to confusion.
Heaven swallowed the piece. “See. I didn’t poison it.” She said.
Zamiel just stared at her. So many emotions went through his eyes.
Heaven put the bread back on the table before looking at him. “I trusted you when I came here. I don’t expect you to trust me easily, but there is no reason to live if you want to continue living in hatred.” She told him. “Right now, no one is making you suffer but you.”
Zamiel was taken aback by her words. The anger in his eyes returned to pain. Heaven hated it. She did not intend to hurt him by realizing the truth, but her words would hopefully help him in the future.
Again, she knew that so many years of pain and suffering would not disappear in a night. She knew it would take time, but something in her was stirring up to life and causing her to feel impatient. She would always have to distract herself, to get rid of the voices that told her to take care of him, protect him, heal him and most of all make him her man.
Yes, she had to admit that she wanted him to belong to her. She wanted to ruin his plans for fighting the urge. If it wasn’t for the part of her that cared for his feelings she would not be able to stay away. It felt like she had to fight some unknown urges as well.
Zamiel looked away from her. His hands clenched into fists, his claws piercing through his skin. It was like the pain was his food and the suffering was his home. He refused to let go of it because he thought he belonged there.
He needed someone to pull him out of this dark sea and show him what was above. Heaven went and stood in front of him, so he could see her face. He still refused to look at her.
“Zamiel, you deserve better than this. You should not be the one suffering, they should. The best way to have your revenge is to be happy. Your family would not want you to live like this.”
Heaven knew it was risky to speak of his family, but she was willing to take that risk.
Zamiel still refused to look at her.
Heaven sighed. “If you decide to stop your suffering, I will be waiting for you.” She told.
The Devil in her Dreams Chapter 34
Zamiel. That was his name. An ancient smoke demon who was trapped for a thousand years inside a coffin by a witch. Irene could only imagine his hatred for witches, yet he had not hurt her granddaughter so far. Still, she wanted to be careful, so she gathered all information she could get on him, all while keeping an eye on Heaven.
It was very well known amongst the witches that a powerful witch named Razia had trapped an ancient demon. Razia became famous for the act since no one had dared to trap an ancient demon before. But why she trapped him, no one knew.
The demons who had lived long enough to know Zamiel did not think that he was trapped. They thought he ended his life after some witches killed his family. It was not the kind of information she hoped to find. This would mean that Heaven was in danger because this demon was not only ancient but vengeful as well.
Irene didn’t need to know more about him. Instead, she began to look for ways to protect her family from this ancient being. There were two options. Killing him or trapping him. Finding believable sources on how to kill an ancient demon was impossible and trying methods she was not sure would work would be too dangerous. The only person who knew for sure how to kill an ancient was Lothaire, but Irene knew he would not give her answers without getting anything in return. So there was only the option of trapping him left.
But while she tried to look for ways to trap the demon, she could not ignore the strange things that happened. Why did the mark fade away so fast?
Even though she was curious, she had been relieved it was gone until she found out that Heaven went to visit him. She remembered the panic that day, how close she was to tell her son that his daughter was in danger, but to her surprise Heaven came back to her room safely. And he was the one who brought her back.
Irene became even more confused. What did he want? What were his intentions?
If he did not want to hurt her granddaughter even after the mark had faded then what else could he want? He was acting strangely.
But Heaven was also acting strangely by going to visit him. She also seemed to care for him still, even after the mark disappeared. Irene could only find one reason for both’s behaviour.
They were true mates.
She did not sure if it was a good thing, but it kept her from wanting to trap Zamiel before knowing the whole truth. If he was Heaven’s true mate, then trapping him would mean hurting her granddaughter.
Irene needed to find out more about the mark. How did the mark work if it was caused by a spell? It was a difficult question which could only be answered by the most knowledgeable witches. The Azure coven. They lived in the desert.
Irene had to seek them out. It was not easy to find them. They lived in tents and moved around often. When she found them, they did not accept to meet her at first, but Irene insisted and eventually they agreed. They took her to the coven leader, an elder woman.
The elder witch sat on a mattress on the floor. She motioned for Irene to sit in front of her.
“I see you have traveled a long way.” The woman spoke. “I am sure you have come for an important matter.”
“Yes. Do you know a witch names Razia?” Irene asked going straight into the matter.
“I have heard of her. She was the one who trapped an ancient demon.”
Irene nodded. “And that demon could only be released by a female with both demon and witch blood whom he would mark. He is released now by that female, and the curse forced him to mark her.”
The old lady shook her head. “That witch Razia went against the nature. The mark is a sacred bond that should happen naturally and not be forced on someone. When someone goes against the nature, the nature does everything in its power to restore itself. No magic is powerful enough to do what the nature does.” She explained.
“What does that mean.” Irene asked, even though she had her own theories.
“In your case, I don’t know exactly what it means, but I’ll say that fate will laugh at Razia.”
Fate would laugh at Razia.
It was already, Irene guessed. Razia forced a mating between two people who turned out to be true mates. This had to be the nature taking its own force.
Her mother had told her once that there were things magic could never do. Bring back the dead, prolong life, or touch the heart and soul. Being mates was a matter of the heart and soul and no magic could be strong enough to bring two people together against their will. That explained why the mark faded away quickly, but how would it effect the urge to renew the mark. Or would there be no urge?
If they happened to be true mates the urge should still be there. Then why did he not mark her again?
Irene was utterly confused. Was his hate for witches so strong that it overcame the will to mark her? Was he rejecting Heaven and causing her pain as revenge?
There was only one way to find out the whole truth. She could ask Heaven but if she was his true mate then she would try to protect him and not tell her the whole truth. So Irene thought to somehow make Zarin or Gina tell her what they knew. Heaven must have told them something.
Once she was back to her room she was surprised to find Zarin there. He walked back and forth and seemes aggitated. When he noticed her arrival he stopped wondering around the room.
“What is wrong, dear?” She asked.
“I need to speak to you.” He said with a serious tone.
“Come.” She led him gently to sit down. He was making her worry. ” Yes, tell me.” She sat across him on the small table in her room.
Zarin tried to think. It was like he didn’t know where to begin. “Alright, I should not be telling you because I promised Heaven, but I am concerned for her.” He began.
Irene already understood where this was going. He found out about the ancient demon.
“The ancient demon we thought was dead is still alive and he even marked Heaven.” He said as if unable to believe it.
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Irene’s lack of response to what he said made him pause.
“You already knew?” He asked as confusion settled on his face. “Why are you not doing anything?”
“Zarin, ” Irene began but she did not know how to make him understand the situation. Even she was confused. “We need to deal with this situation carefully or else everyone will be in danger. I don’t want anyone to get hurt.”
She could see that he could not accept what she said. “Heaven is in danger, now! We need to protect her.”
“We are protecting her by being careful.” Irene explained.
“He might not be hurting her physically yet but he is playing with her mind. She… I feel like she is turning against me. She doesn’t understand that I am just trying to protect her.”
Irene knew about their latest fights. But they seemed to have fought once again.
“No, Heaven would not turn against you. I know how much she loves you and looks up to you. She has just found a goal and the change comes with it. I think she is just sad because the person she hoped to support her the most doesn’t want to.”
Zarin pressed his lips into a thin line. “Again that is me protecting her.” He explained.
“Which part of her are you protecting? Heaven is building up her self confidence, taking control over her life, she is trying to find her way and even if she doesn’t know what she is doing yet, I can see it makes her happy. I want to protect those qualities in her. I want to protect her heart from getting hurt. It’s inevitable with her wanting to become a ruler, but I don’t want to be the person who inflicts that pain. Because the pain caused by those close to your heart is the one that hurts the most. So which part of her are you protecting?”
The purpose of her questions was not to get an answer but to make him reflect on his feelings and actions.
Zarin seemed to be thinking deeply about what she said before nodding. “I don’t want to cause her any pain.” He said.
“I don’t doubt that.” Irene smiled.
“But I don’t know what to do.” He admitted.
“I am sure you will figure it out. Just don’t put yourself or anyone else in danger. I’ll take care of this matter.”
The Devil in her Dreams Chapter 35
Heaven was washing the dirt off her body with no help. She wanted to be alone, to sort out her thoughts and feelings. She would leave both Zamiel and Zarin to think for themselves. There was no need to worry about them. They were grown up men and she had other things to take care of. Tomorrow she would solely focus on her mission to become a ruler. She would not let these men distract her.
When she was done cleaning herself she got dressed and then went to sit in front of the mirror to brush her hair. Suddenly cold air hit her back. Heaven wondered who came to visit.
Turning back, she found the person she least expected to be in her room. Her grandfather.
“Heaven.” He smiled, opening her arms for her.
Heaven run into his arms as if she was still a child. She was so happy to see him after such a long time.
Takin a few steps back, she looked at him. “Where were you? Why did you not come?”
“I wanted to. But your father and Irene… nevermind. I am happy to see you now.” He said.
“What did my father and grandma do?” Heaven asked.
“They don’t want me to meet you and they said that you don’t want to meet me either.”
Heaven shook her head. “That is not true. I always wanted you to come back to us.”
Her grandmother had told her about her grandfather’s plans, but Heaven wanted to give him a chance or it wouldn’t be fair.
“I am glad to hear that. I missed you a lot.” He said.
“Me too.” Heaven smiled.
Heaven looked forward to speaking to her grandfather after such a long time. Both went to sit in her small garden outside her room.
“So you want to become a ruler?” He asked.
“How is it going?”
“Good, so far.” Heaven nodded.
“It’s going to be a difficult road.”
“I know.” Heaven said.
“But I am sure you will succeed.” He assured her.
“How can you be so sure?” She asked.
“It’s just a feeling. Your grandmother must have already told you that I wanted you to help me rule. To be my successor. That is because I saw those qualities in you. The qualities of a great ruler.”
“I don’t want to be you successor. I want to be a ruler here.” Heaven wanted to make that clear. She loved her grandfather, but not his decisions.
“I know and I honor your choice. I still want you to know that my offer is still open. But if you to continue on this path I wish you success.”
He seemed sincere, and it made her confused. Was he really supporting her decision?
“And if you need any help or advice, I want you to know I am here despite what you father or Irene says.” He added.
“I should go. I don’t want you to get in trouble because of me.” He said.
He promised to visit her again before disappearing.
Heaven became thoughtful. Would her grandfather really honor her choice? Then who would become his successor? He would not just give that up easily.
Leaving it behind, Heaven decided to go to sleep. When the morning came, she reminded herself that she would only focus on her mission and nothing else, but then Zarin came to see her. At least today she hoped for no fight, and she was glad to know that Zarin wanted the same.
“Heaven. I want to apologize. But this time it’s different. I am really here to listen and support you.” He said.
Heaven was relieved to hear that.
“I accept you apology.” She smiled.
Zarin tried his best to show her he was supportive of her. He followed her everywhere and helped her with everything. It was almost too much but Heaven didn’t want to hurt his feelings so she said nothing. Besides, she was just happy to have her friend back.
When it was time for lunch Gina joined them and all three ate together while chatting happily like old times. Heaven was happy that things were falling into place. She felt like she was making progress in her learning, and now she had everyone’s support. She couldn’t ask for more.
After lunch she decided to go back to work.
“Shouldn’t you rest a little?” Zarin asked, concerned.
Heaven shook her head. “I am not tired, but you have been helping me the entire day. Maybe you should rest. I can take care of the rest myself.”
“I’ll come with you.” He insisted.
Heaven allowed him to follow her. She knew he would get bored eventually because now she was going to meet her tutor, who would teach her about economic affairs. At first Zarin tried to listen and seem interested, but slowly he gave up and sat in a chair far out in the corner. After a while he even fell asleep. Heaven wanted to laugh but contained herself.
“How can you endure this?” He asked when her lesson ended and her tutor left. “That old man gave me a headache.”
“Me too.” Heaven agreed, but it wasn’t the old man who gave her a headache. It was what he tried to teach her.
No more learning today, she thought. She deserved to relax the rest of the evening. She just wanted to wear comfortable clothes, drink her grandmother’s delicious tea and rest in her bed. But she had to get rid of Zarin first, who was stuck by her side.
“Thank you for your help today. I won’t be doing anything else. I’ll just rest.” She told him.
She hoped he would understand that she wanted to be alone, but no. He didn’t. When he was about to insist Heaven gave him a hard glare. He had to understand at some point.
“Alright.” He said pretending to be scared. “Good night.”
She smiled at him. “Good night.”
Heaven had never been so happy to arrive to her room. She looked at her bed with such longing. She was exhausted.
Her handmaiden Kate helped her take a bath and change into her nightgown. She offered to comb her hair, but Heaven wanted to do it herself. After she was left alone in her room Heaven brushed her wet hair in front of the mirror. For some odd reason, her gaze fell on her neck, where the mark had been. Her thoughts drifted to Zamiel.
How was he?
Was he still suffering?
As if he could read her thoughts she felt his presence in the room. She turned around slowly and there he stood. She had hoped to see him in a better condition after what she said to him, but no. It looked like he suffered even more.
“Zamiel.” She stood up from her seat.
His silver eyes gazed into hers. She had never seen such sadness in someone’s eyes.
“Heaven, I won’t disturb…”
“You are not disturbing.” She cut off.
He nodded before looking down, but Heaven had already caught sight of the guilt in his eyes.
Something wasn’t right.
“I have thought of what you said. That I am the one making myself suffer. You are right, but I can’t stop it.” He began.
Heaven took a few steps toward him slowly, as if afraid he would run away. She nodded for him to continue.
“I don’t want to suffer anymore.” He continued looking up at her again. “You saved me once, can you save me again?”
“If you let me, I would save you without counting.” She was so happy that he was willing to be saved, but then she realized something.
He had his hands behind his back and it felt like he was hiding something.
“Only you can end my suffering. Only you can save me.” He said and then slowly pulled a dagger from behind his back, holding it out for her.
Heaven’s heart skipped, her stomach turned.
“And only you can hurt me.” He added.
She shook her head, taking a step back. He could not be asking what she thought he was asking.
“No, Zamiel.” She kept shaking her head as tears filled her eyes.
“Only you can do it.” He said, almost pleadingly.
“But I don’t want to.” The words came out as a whisper.
“Why? I have caused you nothing but pain and suffering. You are probably anxious because of me everyday. I’ll bring nothing good to you, myself, or to anyone else in this world. I’ll just hurt more people.”
A tear fell down her cheek. “You have not caused me any pain or suffering. You made me look forward to everyday, you made me find a purpose. But if you… if you…” She choked back her tears. “If you ask me to do this, then I will truly suffer.”
“I see no other way out Heaven. I am too far gone to be saved in any other way. I just want to find peace.” She could see that he was desperate.
How much pain was he in to want to end his life? Why could he not give her a chance?
“Give me a chance.” She pleaded.
He shook his head. Now she could see the tears in his eyes. “You deserve a better chance than this.” He said, speaking of himself.
Now she was crying rivers. She could not hold the tears back anymore.
Heaven could see that he had made up his mind and it would not be easy to make him change his decisions. But she wanted to try anyway.
“Alright.” She said wiping some of her tears aways. She walked closer to him, only standing a few inches away. She looked up and into his eyes. “Can I at least kiss you goodbye?”
He looked at her for a moment. Heaven thought he would probably deny her, but just then he leaned down and pressed his cold lips against hers. Heaven closed her eyes.
She had imagined many times how her first kiss would feel, and it was nothing like this. He was kissing her goodbye.
That was not what she wanted. She wanted him to long for her, to give up his plans and be with her. She wanted him to kiss her with passion and not say goodbye.
Unwilling to give up, she tiptoed and wrapped her arms around him to deepen the kiss, but then suddenly images flooded her brain.
Zamiel holding a little girl’s lifeless body in his arms while he cried.
Dark walls surrounded her, locking her in a very small place. She could barely move, barely breath. She choked.
A sorrow like no other filled her soul. Her heart pounded in pain, pumping anger through her veins. Everyday felt like a thousand years in darkness. She was alone and lonely. She was desperate.
Disturbed by the images and her feelings, she shot her eyes open and pulled away.
Those images were not her memory, and those feeling were not her own. They were Zamiel’s.
She just saw and felt what he went through. Her heart felt like a heavy stone inside her, weighing on her lungs and making her unable to breathe.
Were those the memories he lived with? Were these the feelings he had to bear everyday?
Heaven looked at him. A tear fell down his cheek as he held the dagger out for her.
Her kiss had no effect.
“Is this really what you want?” Heaven asked.
“Even if I say it will make me suffer?”
“You will forget me soon.” He said.
If he only knew. She would never forget him.
Slowly and with shaking hands, she picked up the dagger.
If this would make his suffering end, if this would truly make him find peace and reunite with his family then she could do it for him. Even if it meant that she would suffer.
If this was all she could do for him, then she would. She felt sorry she couldn’t do anything else. She felt sorry that someone like him had to suffer to this extent. But now she would send him away. To a better place where no one could hurt him.
Her hands shook. She knew if she stabbed him in the spine it would be different. Maybe there was a reason to why he couldn’t heal when she was the one to inflict the pain.
“I want to apologize for everything I did. I hope I can get your forgiveness before you send me away.”
Heaven nodded fighting the tears again. “I forgive you.”
She looked at the dagger, then at him. She hoped for a sign in his eyes, something to tell her he didn’t want to die. But to her disappointment, she found none.
Slowly she went behind him. She pulled the dagger from the sheath with her heart pounding in her ears.
Her hands were still shaking, but she tightened her hold around the dagger, deciding to think straight. Either he would let her stab him and find peace or he would decide to not make her suffer. It was his choice.
Zamiel stood still while she stared at his back. He waited patiently. Maybe he didn’t care for her like she thought. Letting him go would be the right thing to do.
She pulled the hand holding the dagger back, her eyes fixated on where she wanted to stab him. “I might not find peace after this, but I hope you do.” She said then taking a deep breath she stabbed.
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Heart pounding, hands sweating, Heaven closed her eyes and finally stabbed him after a long moment of hesitance. She expected to feel her blade cut into something, a resistance, but it felt like she stabbed through thin air.
Slowly, she opened her eyes. Zamiel was gone. She looked at her blade, no trace of blood.
Heaven dropped the blade and fell to her knees. She buried her face in her hands and burst into tears. She cried loudly, not caring if anyone heard her. The relief that washed over her was overwhelming. She could not bear it.
He chose her.
He chose to not let her suffer.
He chose her happiness over his own.
She knew there was hope. She knew that there was a part of him that was still alive, a part of him that could still love and care. He just needed time and support. She would be there for him when he needed her.
Heaven could barely open her eyes in the morning because they were so swollen from all the crying. Her handmaiden Kate was shocked to see her like that.
“You Highness, what happened?”
“Nothing, I am fine.” Heaven said, and it wasn’t a lie.
She was fine. Zamiel was alive, and she had killed no one. It was a strange feeling. She was both relieved and worried.
Heaven continued with her daily routines as usual. Learning, observing, and sometimes her father would let her participate in decision making. He would tell her afterwards what she did right and what she did wrong and give her suggestions on what she needed to improve on.
General Kian would be kind to teach her about other kingdoms, how their royal army worked, what their strength and weaknesses were, and their own strength and weakness.
Her tutor would bore her with his lessons, but Heaven would try to be patient despite how difficult it was to understand what he tried to teach. It was not her favorite subject.
Roshan’s fighting lessons on the other hand were fun. It was her favorite part of the day because he would make her laugh so much. Zarin would follow her around in the beginning to show his support, but eventually he calmed down and went back to his usual self, and Heaven was thankful for that.
Whenever she found time, Heaven would study the spell book that her grandmother gave her. Her grandmother would be gone for a few days to visit an old friend and wanted her to practice on her own while she was gone.
Before she knew the night would already come and Heaven would try her best to sleep, to not think of Zamiel or seek him out. She told herself to wait ten days. If he did not come to her during those ten days, only then she would go looking for him.
But tomorrow was already the tenth day, and he had still not come to see her. Was he alright? She worried for his safety and wellbeing the most.
She hoped that he was not doing anything to hurt himself, and if he did not come to meet her tomorrow, she would have to visit him after the party.
Her father was throwing a party to welcome the king of Varish to celebrate their alliance.
The preparations already began early in the morning. Because Heaven woke up late, she was eating breakfast alone in the dining room when her grandmother suddenly joined her.
“Grandma.” Heaven was happy to see that she came back. “Good morning. How was your visit?”
Her grandmother sat at the table and grabbed an apple. “It was fun. How are you?”
“I am fine.” Heaven smiled, but her grandmother gave her a certain look. Heaven didn’t know what it meant.
“I heard there is a party tonight?”
“Yes. The king of Varish is coming.”
“Make sure to dance and enjoy yourself.” Her grandmother said, knowing that Heaven didn’t like those parties. She got easily bored.
“I will try. But I think men are scared to ask me for a dance when father is present.”
Her grandmother nodded knowingly with a smile. “Take the lead, then. Is Zarin coming?”
Heaven nodded. He would probably. He liked parties and he would bring one of his many ladies.
“Are you coming? You need to enjoy yourself as well.” Heaven said.
“Then maybe I should.” Her grandmother smiled.
When the sun hid behind the darkness of the night and the moon shone against the black canvas, it was time to prepare for the party.
Heaven wore a green dress that matched the color of her eyes. It had a court neckline and flowed nicely below her waist. The long sleeves were loosely fit and slightly shorter than her arms. Elegant golden bands outlined the bottom of her dress and sleeves, and a golden belt divided the upper and lower part of the dress.
She let her hair down, except for the sides that were held back with pins so the hair wouldn’t fall over her face. Heaven liked it simple. She didn’t like wearing heavy jewelry, so she wore a necklace around her neck and then she was ready.
Tonight she wanted to enjoy herself. At least a little. She didn’t want to just sit down and watch while other people chatted and danced happily. That might cause her to seek Zamiel. Her patience was running out and her worry was increasing for everyday that went by.
Once the king of Varish arrived, and her father welcomed him the party started. Heaven had wanted to dance, but she didn’t expect the King of Varish, King Rufus, to ask her for a dance. He was an old man, bald and short. He reached her b.r.e.a.s.ts and Heaven tried to endure dancing with him without grimacing.
Far in the corner she could see Zarin sitting next to a beautiful lady with a smirk on his face. He was enjoying her torture.
“How old are you?” King Rufus asked.
“Nineteen, Your Majesty.” Heaven replied
“Why is a young, beautiful lady like you still unmarried in this age?” He asked.
Oh, no. Heaven didn’t want to talk about it.
“My father is looking for a husband for me.” Heaven replied politely.
“What would you say about marrying a King?” He asked.
Heaven couldn’t believe what he was suggesting. She shouldn’t be surprised, but she was.
“Your Majesty, that is for my father to decide.” Heaven forced a smile on her face.
She prayed for the music to end soon, and thankfully it did. King Rufus led her back to her seat. No more wishing to dance, she thought.
Heaven looked around. Her grandmother and Gina were dancing with handsome gentlemen. Zarin was dancing with another lady then the one who sat beside him earlier. He held her close and whispered things into her ear that made her giggle. His parents sat at a table, looking elegant as usual. They were so possessive of each other. Heaven could see how Klara would threaten any woman who gazed at Roshan with just a look and Roshan likewise.
Someday Heaven hoped to have what they had.
After a while King Rufus left the party to rest in a guest room after his long journey, but the party continued. Heaven sat next to her father on the throne where she could see everyone and everything clearly.
Mostly she watched her grandmother, who was surrounded by men waiting for a chance to dance with her or pursue her. She could not blame them. Her grandmother was a beauty, and no woman in the party was nearly as beautiful as her. Heaven was happy to watch men dying for a chance to just hold her hand.
Suddenly the room went quiet. Those chatting stopped talking, the ones dancing slowed down and the ones eating chewed slower or swallowed whatever that was in their mouth. Eyes widened and heads turned.
Heaven wondered what caught the crowd’s attention. She gazed at the entrance where everyone was looking. She couldn’t see clearly because people were standing in the way, but she could hear the clicking sound of footsteps before a man slowly came into sight.
Heaven’s heart stopped when she realized who it was.
It was Zamiel.
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All air left her lungs as she caught sight of a man she knew very well, yet seemed unfamiliar to her eyes. This man looked far from dead or sick. He exuded power and strength as he walked through the crowd. His tall figure was clad in a black long-sleeved jacket with a white shirt underneath. The jacket was adorned with silver buttons and embroideries. His pants were simple and narrow and went into a pair of black boots that made a clicking sound as he walked.
The way he dressed was simple, but people ogled at his face. His raven black hair shone under the thousand lights that were lit in the room. It was combed back nicely and flowed elegantly down to his broad shoulders. The darkness of his hair was such a contrast to his pale, smooth skin. The sharp lines of his face and his slightly hollow cheeks gave him a predatory look, but his defined lips and long thick lashes brought a gentle expression to his face.
Heaven had to remind herself to breathe. She was gawking like everyone else. It took her a moment to realize what was happening, still her mind had a hard time processing how she felt. Her emotions were a mix of excitement and panic before fear slowly crept into her heart.
What was he doing here?
He walked down the red carpet that led to her father’s throne without hesitance. Heaven could feel the tension in the air. Callum and Lincoln sensed that Zamiel was not human and put their hands on their weapons as he neared. They were about to step forward when her father motioned for them to stay still.
Heaven’s heart drummed in her chest. She did not know what to do or what would happen. Her body froze, her mind got flooded with thoughts she could not keep up with.
The guards around them shifted as he came closer, but Zamiel didn’t even bother to look their way. When he stood right beneath the first step that led up to the throne he came to a halt.
Heaven looked at her father from where she sat beside him. He remained calm, not revealing how he felt. She prayed that nothing serious would happen. Then she looked at Zamiel, but he wasn’t looking at her. He gazed at her father instead.
“Your Majesty.” He bowed slightly. “I apologize for coming uninvited, but I believe meeting in this situation is safest for everyone.”
Meeting at a party where many humans were present was indeed a good place to meet if he wanted to avoid a fight.
Her father nodded. “What are your intentions for coming here, Zamiel?”
Heaven’s eyes widened in surprise. Her father knew his name.
“I have no ill intentions.” His gaze shifted to Heaven and her heart skipped a beat as their eyes locked, but he quickly looked back at her father again. “With your permission, I would like to ask your daughter for a dance.”
Oh no. Now it felt like her heart would jump out of her chest. She didn’t know who to worry for. Her father or Zamiel?
The world went still until her father gave Zamiel his approval.
Slowly, Zamiel’s silver eyes turned to her. Her heart skipped. She was still in shock by everything that just happened.
“Your Highness.” He spoke to her in soft tones that chased the fear out of her body. She stared into his silver eyes and he gave her a slight reassuring smile. “Would you honor me with a dance?”
Heaven froze, then she turned to her father, unsure of what to do. Her father gave her a nod. Hesitantly, she stood up from her seat and went to the stairs.
Zamiel reached his hand out for her to take. Heaven lifted her dress with one hand, took a step down before placing the other hand in Zamiel’s. His hand was cold, but his hold gave her a warm, secure feeling.
He helped her down gently and led her to the dance floor. Everyone was looking at them and Heaven caught sight of Zarin who stared grimly at her. Before she could think of what his expression meant, Zamiel drew her into his arms.
Heaven’s heart skipped a beat. The world around her faded away as she looked into his silver eyes. Excitement bubbled in her stomach at his closeness. There were so many things she wondered, so many things she wanted to ask, but her mind refused to function. All she could focus on was the man holding her in his arms. The beauty of him was breathtaking, and she was used to seeing beautiful people.
She was not the only one staring. Even as they danced people kept looking his way. Whispers took off and women already began to wait for their turn to dance with him.
They would stand close by, seeking his attention. Heaven had never been so annoyed in her life. She turned to Zamiel, hoping he didn’t notice them, but his gaze never left her face. The intensity in them caused her to blush.
She could still not believe she was dancing with him. She had worried for him so much, fought the urge to seek him every night and had to keep herself occupied all day, just so she wouldn’t think of him.
Now he was here. Dancing with her, only looking at her, and he seemed to be alright.
More than alright.
He looked perfect.
“You… you are alright.” She said.
He smiled at her. “Yes.”
So he wasn’t suffering anymore? What about the urge? Did the urge to bite her disappear?
She couldn’t ask him those things because her parents could probably hear them.
“I want to apologize for what I asked of you last time. It was selfish act on my behalf.”
“As long as you don’t ask me again.” She said.
“I will not.” He promised.
She looked into his eyes. Was he truly alright? Did he truly give up those plans?
“Will you live?” She asked him. Just because he wouldn’t ask her didn’t mean he would not try to do it himself.
“Yes.” He replied without hesitance.
“You are not suffering anymore?” She blurted.
“No. I gave up on my suffering.” He told her.
Why? What made him change so suddenly?
“You were willing to give up your peace of mind to end my suffering, so I gave up my suffering for your peace of mind.” He explained.
Heaven looked at him for a long moment. She could not believe her ears. What she did wasn’t in vain. The fear and worry she went through wasn’t in vain. Her eyes teared up.
“Heaven, I told you. Only you can save me and you did.”
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She saved him, and now that he chose to live and to abandon his suffering for her, she wanted to protect him.
She wanted to never let him suffer again, or let him feel lonely again. She wanted to fill his days with happiness and show him that life was worth living.
She would allow no one to hurt him again.
Zamiel smiled at her, and Heaven panicked. Her cheeks flushed. Did he hear her thoughts? After marking her once, he shouldn’t be able to no matter what, but he had been able to compel her so anything was possible.
“Can you hear my thoughts?” She asked, hoping the answer would be no.
His smile widened. “No. But I am curious of what you were thinking now.”
Her cheeks burned even more.
“Nothing special.” She lied.
“I doubt that.”
“It was dangerous coming here.” She told him, trying to change the subject.
“Heaven, I promised I wouldn’t hurt you family.” He reminded.
“I know. But my family are not fond of you.” She looked around.
Her mother looked displeased and worried. Her father on the other hand seemed relax. Her grandmother smiled at her which calmed her down and Gina showed she was excited for her.
Klara wasn’t happy, but Roshan didn’t seem to care. And then there was Zarin. He did not look as angry as she thought, but he seemed to disapprove of Zamiel.
She couldn’t blame him. He had hurt him and his sister.
“Don’t worry about me. I’ll be fine.” He assured her.
Heaven remembered the images she saw of his dead family. She had seen nothing more gruesome, and she never experienced such pain. Was he truly as alright as he seemed?
The music ended, and Heaven never felt so disappointed by its ending. If she could, she would dance with him the whole night.
Zamiel slowly released her from his hold, but as soon as he sensed her panic he tightened his hold on her hand. “Heaven, you never need to be afraid of me leaving you again. I am only leaving for now.”
She was not afraid of him leaving this time. She was just afraid of how things would turn out from now on. What kind of trouble would all of them be in after the party?
Who would be disappointed? Who would be angry?
Holding her hand, Zamiel led her back to her seat. Heaven could see that her mother was trying to mask her anger where she sat next to her father. When they came to the stairs that led to the throne Zamiel released her hand. She was to continue on her own to her seat.
“Thank you for the dance.” He said.
Heaven gave him a smile before walking up the stairs and sitting next to her father.
Zamiel turned to her father. “Your Majesty. Thank you for your permission. I’ll take my leave now.”
“Why don’t you stay for dinner.” Her father suggested.
Heaven’s heart went wild inside her chest. She knew this was not her father accepting Zamiel. This was her father being clever, keeping his enemies even closer than his friends. There were many things Heaven had learned from and about her father the last few weeks. He was very tactical.
She looked at Zamiel. He didn’t seem fazed by her father’s invitation. “It would be an honor.” He said.
Heaven could feel the thick tension in the dining room as everyone sat around the table. Klara, her mother and Zarin were displeased. Gina and her grandmother seemed curious, and Roshan and her father remained calm.
Her father sat on the short side of the table with her mother to his left and Zamiel to his right. Heaven sat next to Zamiel and across from her grandmother, who gave her a reassuring smile to calm down.
“So how do you know my daughter?” Her father as dinner was being served.
“She saved me.” Zamiel replied shortly.
“And you abducted her for saving you?”
This wasn’t going well. Heaven became nervous.
“I regret my actions and I have apologized to Heaven. ”
So far, he was handling it well. Heaven was proud of him, but her father wasn’t satisfied. He looked at Zamiel skeptically, but Zamiel was looking at something else.
His gaze was fixated on the bread that was being served. Heaven remembered his reaction when she gave him the bread. She knew bread evoked bad memoried in him. She noticed how his hands trembled before he hid them under the table.
Heaven turned to the servant. “No bread. You can take it away.” She ordered.
Everyone looked at her, surprised. Her mother gave her a questioning look. “Heaven?”
“Mother, the smell makes me nauseous.” She lied.
Her mother seemed confused, but her father gave the servant a sign to take it away. Heaven could feel Zamiel relax next to her.
Her father didn’t ask any further questions, but she knew he would later want to talk to Zamiel in private.
Shortly after the bread was taken away, hot soup was served. Everyone picked up their spoon except for Zamiel. He just looked at the soup. Heaven knew immediately what he was thinking. That it might be poisoned. Her family didn’t like him, but she knew they would never poison him.
Would he ever trust again?
Would he ever stop believing that everyone was out to hurt him?
Heaven was glad to see him slowly grabbing his spoon. His hand trembled slightly, but he still picked up the soup and had a taste.
Her father noticed his hesitance. “Don’t worry. I wouldn’t poison you for hurting my daughter. There are more painful ways.”
They exchanged a knowing look, which Heaven didn’t understand. “Your Majesty. The worst thing you can do to me is poison me. Still, I’ll eat your food.”
There was something about how Zamiel spoke, the confidence in his tone, yet being respectful while letting no one threaten him made Heaven feel secure. She didn’t feel like she needed to interfere to prevent a fight. He was behaving exceptionally.
Heaven was glad they survived dinner, but her father wanted to speak to Zamiel in private, just like she predicted.
Everyone left the dining room, leaving Zamiel and her father behind. She was nervous but decided to trust them both. Once they stood outside in the hall Klara was quick to show how displeased she was.
“Gina! Zarin! Let’s go home.” She said turning and walking away without saying goodbye.
Zarin gave her a long look before following his mother. Gina looked at her apologetically and Heaven gave her a reassuring smile. Roshan nodded goodbye before following them. Now she was left with her mother and grandmother.
“What is happening Heaven?” Her mother asked, crossing her arms over her chest. “What is he doing here? Didn’t this man cause you enough pain?”
Heaven didn’t know how to explain it to her mother. She didn’t know where to start or what to say.
“Mother, he is not here to hurt anyone. There was a misunderstanding before.”
Her mother wanted to say something when her grandmother stopped her. “Let’s discuss this once he goes back home.” She said.
“Yes. We will discuss this matter.” He mother said, looking her in the eyes. Heaven had never seen her mother so upset.
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She shook her head, disappointed. Her grandmother put one arm around her. “We should let the men do their work.” she said, then gently led her mother away.
Heaven was glad to have her grandmother on her side. Now she was left alone in the hall, waiting. It felt like forever, so she went to sit in the garden nearby. Still, she was nervous, waiting and counting her heartbeat.
Why was it taking so long? Did Zamiel just leave, teleporting himself back to his home and her father back to his room. Did her father say something that made him leave without saying goodbye?
She wanted to confirm her suspicion, so she hurried back to the dining room. She opened the door and walked inside without warning.
She was right. No one was there. Now she was really disappointed.
Suddenly an idea came to her. What if he was waiting in her room?
Lifting her dress, she rushed to her room. When she entered, she found no one. He wasn’t there, but his smell, the scent of rain and earth lingered in the air. He had been here, or he was still here, just not in her room. She followed his scent to her garden.
There he stood amongst the bushes and flowers with his back to her.
Heaven stepped outside, and when he sensed her presence, he turned to her. She was glad to see that he was alright.
“What did father say to you?” She asked as she approached him.
“He asked me if I can protect you.”
Heaven stopped, feeling knots in her stomach. She knew already what he was thinking. She had felt his guilt when he kissed her. Seen it in those horrible images from his memory. He thought he failed to protect his family.
“I don’t need protection. I can protect myself.” She said.
He smiled. “I know. You proved that with the kick last time. You aimed just right.”
“That always works.” She said playfully.
Zamiel just looked at her. Those smoldering silver eyes showed her appreciation, but they also gleamed with something unknown to her. Something that brought a fluttering feeling to her stomach.
“You look breathtaking in this dress.” He told her.
Heaven felt her heart stop for a moment before it began to beat rapidly again.
“Thank you.” She blushed.
He took her hand gently and pulled her closer. “Do you mind staying awake tonight?”
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Heaven asked her handmaiden Kate to bring her maid’s clothes. While Zamiel waited outside in her garden, she quickly changed. She could not go out with her fancy dress.
Once she was ready, she went back to the garden. Zamiel was sitting on a bench, waiting. “Do I still look breathtaking?” She asked playfully once Zamiel looked at her.
“No dress can make you look any less.” He told her looking into her eyes.
Heaven had never felt so excited by compliments before, and people complimented her often.
“Where are we going?” She asked.
“Heaven. You father told me you have many enemies, and I failed to protect my family. Do you still want to go out with me?”
His eyes reflected so much guilt. Heaven could see he had a hard time letting go of the fear of failure to protect her.
She went to to sit next to him. “Ask me what I truly want, Zamiel?” She said.
“What do you truly want?” He asked, turning to her.
“I want to live. And I want you to live.”
He looked at her, confused.
“There is a difference between living and existing. I don’t want to only exist. I want to live.” She explained. “Staying protected keeps me alive, but it doesn’t make me live.”
Zamiel seemed impressed by her words. “How can someone as dead as me make you live?”
“You already did. Perhaps not purposely, but your belief that a woman could rule made me believe in myself.”
“Do you really want to become a ruler?” He asked.
Heaven had to think. It was a question she was still struggling with. “No one wants to be responsible for so many people. People who want to ruler either have no choice or want wealth and power. My father didn’t become a ruler for the people of this kingdom, but caring for them made him a great ruler.”
She didn’t know exactly what she wanted to bring about with her words, but Zamiel seemed to understand.
“You seem to like white flowers.” He said looking around her garden.
“Yes. They look like the moon and stars at night.”
“Why don’t you just look at the sky.”
“They seem far away then.” She said.
“There is a way to bring them closer.” He told her.
Heaven was surprised to hear that. She knew ancient demons had special powers, but how could he bring the moon closer?
“How?” She asked.
He stood up and offered her his hand. She took it and he drew her into his arms. Before she could blink he had already taken her somewhere else.
Heave felt she was standing on a soft surface. When she looked around, she realized she was on a beach and there was the ocean stretching beyond reach.
Zamiel released her, and Heaven turned to the still and quiet ocean. She had seen a sea before, but never at night. The water was dark, reflecting the glowing moon and shining stars.
Now she understood what Zamiel meant, and it brought a smile to her face. She turned to him and found him staring at her. For a moment she forgot what she wanted to say and stared back. He looked as beautiful as the night. His hair was like the dark sky and his eyes glowed like the silver of the moon.
He smiled at her. “Now you can swim among the stars.” He told her.
Heaven looked back at the ocean. She wondered what it would feel like if she walked into the water. She wanted to try it.
Do you want to try?” He asked.
Heaven nodded eagerly.
Zamiel began to take off his boots and then his jacket. Heaven panicked. She didn’t want to take off anything except her shoes.
Hesitantly she took off her shoes, but then she just stood there, her heart pounding in her ears as Zamiel began to take off his shirt. When their eyes locked, he stopped halfway and kept it around his shoulder.
“You… don’t have to take off anything.” He told her.
But Heaven knew she couldn’t get into the water with all her clothes on. She had to at least take off her outer dress. Under it, she was wearing a sleeveless short white dress.
Feeling shy, she turned away from him and began to open the straps on the front of her dress. She felt her cheeks burn as she let it slide off her shoulders and fall on the sand before stepping out of it. She tried to cover her bare arms with her long hair. When she turned to Zamiel, he wasn’t looking at her which she felt thankful for. She hurried to step inside the water so at least her legs were covered.
The water was cold, causing her to shiver as she walked further in. When her legs were covered she turned back. Zamiel was walking into the water with his clothes on. The cold water didn’t seem to bother him.
Heaven was already adapting to the temperature. It wasn’t as cold as when she first walked in.
Zamiel came to stand in front of her. “Are you alright?” He asked.
“Do you want to walk further in?”
Heaven instinctively reached her hand out as she pushed through the heavy water. Zamiel caught her hand and led her deeper, further into the ocean. When the water reached her waist, he came to a halt.
“Have you swum before?” He asked.
Heaven shook her head. “No.”
“Do you trust me?”
“Yes.” She said before she could even think. There was this voice inside of her that spoke for her. This voice, that knew exactly how she felt and what she wanted.
“I want you to lie on the water.”
Heaven looked at him, appalled. “How can I lay on water?” She asked.
“I’ll show you.” He said.
He grabbed her shoulders gently and turned her to the side. Then he put a hand on her back.
“Lean back.” He told her.
Heaven was afraid, but trusted him. He supported her with his hands as she leaned back, then he put his other hand under her legs, lifting her slowly. When her head touched the water she became afraid. She grabbed onto his arms.
“Don’t be afraid. I won’t let you got until you are ready.” He assured her. “Just relax.”
The water seemed to lift her up because it couldn’t be Zamiel holding her up. His touch on her back and legs were too light.
“Are you ready?” He asked her. “I’ll release you slowly, but I promise you want drown.”
She nodded, releasing his arm. Zamiel slowly released her and then stepped away from her.
Heaven couldn’t believe it. She was lying on water. Floating. And looking up at sky.
“How does it feel?” He asked.
“It feels like… I am flying.”
Zamiel easily lay down beside her, and they watched the night sky together.
“Is the urge to bite me gone?” She asked.
“No. It��s still there.”
“It doesn’t seem to pain you, or does it?”
“It’s painful.” He admitted. “But it’s bearable now. I won’t bite you unless you want me to.”
She didn’t want him to be in pain.
“I want you to.” She said.
He rose to his feet and then helped her up. Heaven’s heart skipped a beat. Would he do it now?
She was already his, but this time, if he bit her, he would make her his willingly. His eyes were already red and his fangs had elongated.
Heaven embraced herself for what was to come.
The Devil in her Dreams Chapter 40
Zamiel drew her into his arms. He grabbed her face gently, his icy fingers causing her to shiver for other reasons then the cold.
“Heaven. I don’t want to bite you if the reason you are allowing it is to end my pain. I want you to want it for yourself. Not for me.”
Heaven opened her mouth to protest, but he put a finger on her lips. “Think about it first. If I bit you now, what would it mean to you? Or to your plan to become a ruler? I want you to make the choice thinking of how it will benefit you.”
Benefit her? She didn’t want him to bite her to benefit from it. She wanted him to bite her because… because…
Why did she want to be bitten?
There was no particular reason. It was just an urge she couldn’t explain. A part of her that knew she belonged to this silver-eyed demon, and that he belonged to her.
Maybe she shouldn’t rush it, if she was so sure. He was willing to wait, and she had her family and friends to think about. She didn’t want to hurt anyone, and at the moment both her mother and Zarin were not happy with her choice.
“Will you be alright without biting me?” She asked.
“Yes, I am.” He said, caressing her cheek with the back of his hand.
Heaven closed her eyes. His nearness and his touch calmed her and inflamed her at the same time.
“Heaven.” He whispered her name.
His voice called to her, awoke something deep in her and she opened her eyes slowly. His eyes were back to silver, but they gleamed in the dark as he gazed down at her.
“I think I owe you a proper kiss.” His voice was low and his face close to hers.
Heaven had never felt her heart beat so fast and her stomach fluttered. Slowly his hand slid to the back of her head and he brough her face even closer. She could feel his hot breath against her skin. She shut her eyes tightly and stopped breathing as she waited.
Her body went rigid with surprise when he pressed his lips against hers. Her mind shut down, her heart raced even faster and the butterflies in her stomach went wind. Heat spread through her being, deep into her soul, and provoked something inside of her that had been sleeping.
The feeling was overwhelming. It made her giddy and weak in the knees. As if he knew, he pulled back, and she went limp is his arms.
Zamiel carried her up with ease and started walking back to the beach. What was happening to her? It looked like the stars in the sky were dancing and the moon seemed to smile at her.
She could still feel the butterflies in her stomach and her heart was still drumming in her ears.
“What happened?” She breathed, leaning against his shoulder as he carried her back.
He lay her down on the sand and watched her carefully. Heaven could still see the stars dancing above.
“Forgive me. I think I woke your demon. It can be intense and uncontrollable the first time.”
Suddenly her mouth felt strange. She ran her tongue over her teeth and felt the sharp point of fangs.
That had never happened before. And why would her canines elongate? It only happened when demons felt anger or desire.
Her eyes widened.
Oh no. Her hand flew to cover her mouth while her cheeks burned with embarrassment.
Zamiel chuckled at her reaction.
Heaven quickly got up on her feet, but she realized how n.a.k.e.d she was with her tiny underdress.
She didn’t know if she should cover her body or her mouth.
Zamiel smiled, amused at her.
“Turn away.” She told him fl.u.s.tered.
He tried to fight back the smiled that curved his lips as he obeyed her order.
Heaven hurried to pick up her dry dress. She was about to wear it over the wet underdress but decided it would be best if she took the wet one off first. She peeked at Zamiel to make sure he wasn’t looking. He still had his back to her.
Heaven quickly took off the wet underdress and slid into the dry one. She flicked her tongue over her teeth. She could still feel the sharp points of her fangs.
“Can I turn around now?” He asked.
Heaven hesitated but then said, “yes.”
He turned around, still a smile on his face. Shyly, she went to sit next to him and then they stared into the ocean. In the silence that followed, Heaven thought of their kiss and her heart went wild again.
Oh no. He could probably hear it. She tried to think of something else quickly but couldn’t.
“What are you thinking about?” He asked, and she could hear the amus.e.m.e.nt in his voice.
Heaven wanted to bury herself in the sand. “Nothing.” She lied, fl.u.s.tered again.
He just smiled, but she could see that he was fighting the urge to tease her.
Suddenly she saw this side of him. Behind his serious expressions, there was a frisky person, and she wanted to see more of him. She wanted to know the person he was before he went through this tragedy.
“How old are ancient demons in human age?” She asked.
Looking at him, he didn’t seem to be older than her father, but if she looked deeper into his eyes, she could see many years of experience.
“Ancient djinns don’t have a human age, unlike born djinns. We were like this from the beginning. We could only guess or human age looking at how humans looked during the different stages of their lives. So I am guessing it’s between twenty and thirty years.”
Heaven caught one thing from what he said. He was like that from the beginning, meaning he wasn’t born and didn’t have parents. She couldn’t imagine what that must feel like.
He truly had no family at all.
“How old do I look?” He asked.
She looked at him closely.
“Something between twenty and thirty.”
He smiled. “Then my guess is right. Someday I’ll be younger than you and most of your family.”
He was ancient and didn’t age at all. She would be older than him one day. She didn’t want that.
He chuckled, looking at her face.
“Don’t worry. It will take a very long time before that happens.” He assured her.
Heaven showed him a sad face before lying down on the sand. Zamiel lay next to her and they stared at the sky this time.
“What does is meant that my demon is awake?” She asked, still feeling the fangs in her mouth.
“It means your senses will heighten. Listen.” He said.
Heaven strained her ears. The things she heard before became even more clear. The soft breeze and the leaves swaying to it, birds chirping, and the howling of wolves far away. She could even hear the quietness of the ocean.
The ocean had a delightful and a distinctive smell. Heaven breathed in slowly. Now Zamiel’s scent filled her senses. The scent of earth after rain. She didn’t know what made her like his scent so much. She could breathe him in the whole night.
The stars sparkled against the sky that seemed to darken.
“You will see things clearer and feel things more intensely.” He added.
Heaven felt the back of his hand against hers. The simple touch made her shiver. She couldn’t lie still, so she put her hand in his. Zamiel took her hand and their fingers entwined.
Never did she think that holding hands would make her feel this way.
She looked up at the stars. They seemed to dance again, and the moon smiled brighter.