Chapter 282

After Lucifer left, Zamiel went upstairs to his room. Heaven had just woken up and sat on the edge of the bed. She looked at with a slight panic in her eyes. “Grandpa?” She said. “He left.” He said simply, going to sit next to her on the bed. “Just like that?” She asked. “Well, he has nothing to take with him.” She sat up, looking worried. “He won’t give up easily.” She told him. Zamiel turned his whole body to look at her. “Heaven. There is nothing your grandfather can do. All of it was a manipulation. He was trying to evoke fear in you. He never intended to kill me, and if he wanted to kill you or your parents, he would have done it a long time ago. He can’t lock you in his kingdom, either. Every time he takes away someone’s free will, he will face consequences. If he doesn’t give up now, he will destroy himself.” Lucifer’s face had exposed him today. Zamiel had seen the fear in his eyes. His kingdom was very important to him. Because of the story he learned under the ocean, Zamiel had found out the devil’s real weakness. The thing he cared for the most, and it wasn’t Irene. It was his mission. Irene only came second. His mission was his identity, the sole purpose of his existence. His deeply rooted hatred for humans couldn’t even be erased by the love of his mate. Or even the pure love of his children. If love couldn’t save him, then what could? Heaven looked at him for a long moment, then sighed. “I am afraid of letting my guard down.” She said. Zamiel stroked her cheek. “Do you remember telling me once that you wanted to live and not only exist?” She nodded. “So do I, and without you, I feel like I only exist. I don’t want us to only exist. Let’s live our lives. Even if they are short and full of troubles.” Heaven smiled and nodded. “No more worries.” He told her. “No more worries.” She repeated after him. “Good.” “I should go home now.” She said. He gave her a nod. She stood up, this time less shy, she dressed in front of him. Zamiel watched her in silence while trying to ignore the whispers of his demon. This time it was his gums that itched. It was like his demon needed to secure this woman as his, despite the mark still being there. Once she put on her shoes, she turned to him. “What happens to grandma? Will she have to stay there forever?” “Your grandma will find a way to come back.” He told her. He didn’t know exactly what she would do, but now that he had provided her with a few options, he would wait and see if she would take them or make other choices. “You are talking in riddles.” She told him. “She will be back.” He assured her. Her eyes narrowed, but asked no more questions. Instead, she came to him, leaned down, and kissed him. “Good bye, dear husband.” She smiled, then vanished. Zamiel pressed his lips into a thin line. The thing’s words alone could do to him. He liked to be called husband a bit too much. *****