Chapter 301

Zarin drew his daggers. "Oh, I am handy with daggers. After I am done, you will look pretty as well," he promised, rolling his daggers between his fingers. Zamiel decided to just sit and observe, but the man crying next to him was making it hard to enjoy watching the fight. He was trying to pull the dagger out of his hand, but was too scared to do so. "Do you need help?" he asked. The man turned to him, looking confused. "Yes, please." Zamiel grabbed the dagger and was about to pull it out when the man screamed again. "No! No, please!" Zamiel stopped. "Is it yes or no?" "Yes, yes," the man cried, but as soon as Zamiel grabbed the dagger, he screamed no again! Zamiel chuckled. Ignoring him, he pulled out the dagger, and the man fell to the ground, holding his hand while crying out loud. "Well, you have to help your friends," Zamiel told him. Ilyas and Zarin were turning the place upside down. It seemed like almost everyone joined the fight. Zamiel would now and then dodge a jar or a chair that came flying his way. Or kick off someone who got away from the fight and tried to attack him. The fight was over quickly with Ilyas and Zarin winning. Zamiel had hoped for a twist, but unfortunately the fun ended already. There was a pile of humans on the floor, rolling, groaning, or just lying still. All the furniture was broken. The walls were smeared with food, drinks, and blood. "You are not bad," Ilyas told Zarin, while randomly grabbing a drink that didn’t belong to him. "You are good," Zarin told him, stepping over a few men lying on the floor to also grab a drink. They met in the middle and toasted before gulping the whole thing down. Zfqaui nfat ovu ofsuzr mjruz dmz ovu tfqfeu ovuw hfplut gudmzu iufsare jaov Zfzar frt Iiwfl. Urfgiu om jfic lozfaevo, gmov jficut fzmprt vaq ar hazhiul fl ovuw juro gfhc vmqu. "You didn’t drink enough," Zarin scolded him. Ilyas nodded in agreement. "The plan was to drink," he reminded. "Not get drunk and fight," Zamiel added. "The man was laying his filthy hands on you," Ilyas slurred. "Yes, filthy hands. Did you see the dirt on his nails?" Zarin asked Ilyas. Ilyas nodded. "Well, thank you for protecting me. I needed that," Zamiel said with sarcasm. "Wait!" Zarin held his hand out and came to block Zamiel’s way. "Why didn’t you fight them? You caused lightning to strike me." Ilyas lifted his eyebrows. "You caused lightning to strike him?" he was surprised. Zamiel nodded. Ilyas burst out in laughter. It was the first time Zamiel saw him laugh. Zarin frowned. "It is not funny." "It is. Sadly, I missed seeing it." "I can always make it happen again," Zamiel teased. Zarin was done with them. "I am going to see Heaven," he said. "Wait, I’m coming with you," Ilyas said. "I don’t need you to come with me." "I am going to see Lady Heaven to offer my help," Ilyas explained. "She will fight a war." Zarin’s eyes widened. "Well then, we need to hurry." Zamiel opened his mouth to protest, but both of them were already gone. Fools. How were they going to help her when they could barely stand? He quickly went after them, and they all stood in Heaven’s garden. Sensing their presence, Heaven came out of her room. A frown settled on her face when she saw them. "What happened to you?" she asked. Gina was right behind her, and she raised her eyebrows. "Well, it seems like you had a lot of fun," she said. "My Lady," Ilyas bowed sluggishly. Heaven looked at him, concerned. "He just had a lot to drink," Zamiel explained. "Heaven!" Zarin called, surprising them all by bowing as well. What was the boy doing? Ilyas kicked the back of his knees, making Zarin fall on his hands and knees. "You don’t get to bow. You kneel!" he told him. Zarin remained kneeling and looked up at Heaven. "I have been the worst friend. I have hurt you a lot, and you still remained good to me. I don’t deserve your forgiveness. I am not worthy of your forgiveness right now, but can you give me a chance? I will become someone worthy of your forgiveness." Being intoxicated helped him speak his true emotions. Heaven looked at him with a frown, but remained silent. Gina crossed her arms over her c.h.e.s.t. "I know I shouldn’t come here and apologize, looking like this. I just wanted to do it while I had the courage. You said I was a coward. You were right. I am. But... I don’t want to lose a friend like you." He rubbed his palms together. "This garden, we grew up here together. We used to play and fight here. I hope we can remain friends and create more memories here together." Zamiel had to admit that his apologies were getting better, and Heaven was getting tears in her eyes. "And our children can create memories here as well." Suddenly, everyone stiffened and looked at him questioningly. "No! "No!" He raised his hands in defense. "I mean our children not together...I mean with others..." he shook his head not knowing how to explain himself. "I mean I hope that my children and your children become friends and create memories together as well." Heaven had been holding back her laugh but now she let herself go and laughed. "Are you thinking of having children?" she asked, surprised. "Well…" he scratched the back of his head. "Not now. I need to grow first." He grinned. Heaven shook her head at him with a smile. "Alright. I’ll give you a chance," she said.