(MARRIED TO THE DEVIL SON)VOLUME 3

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Heaven's heart accelerated in fear upon hearing Zarin's voice.

No! Why was he here? She could already see the anger in Zamiel's eyes.

"Heaven!" He was suddenly inside the room with a sword in his hand.

Heaven's heart jumped to her throat. He was going to get hurt today.

Zarin's eyes darted between her and Zamiel before he lifted his sword and pointed the tip at the stranger.

"Heaven come here!" He ordered his eyes boring into Zamiel's, warning him to not move.

Zamiel crossed his arms behind his back, not feeling the least threatened. "Don't move Heaven!"

Heaven didn't move. She wasn't stupid.

Instead, she turned to Zarin. "Zarin leave. I am alright." She gave him a warning glare.

Zarin held onto his sword, still pointing at the stranger. "You don't need to be afraid. Come here now!"

"I told you to leave Zarin!" Heaven warned.

"I said come here!" He shouted, startling her. It was the first time he raised his voice.

Zamiel didn't seem to like his behavior, so he stalked toward him. "Who are you?" He asked Zarin.

"Please don't hurt him. He is a friend, and he is just worried." Heaven pleaded, but Zamiel still had his eyes fixated on Zarin.

"Who are you?" Zarin asked, turning the question back to him.

"Someone you shouldn't provoke. I would listen to your friend if I were you."

"I am not going anywhere without her." Zarin didn't show any sign of fear.

"Very well then." Zamiel replied.

Zarin lifted his sword to strike.

"Zarin no!"

But it was too late, and Zarin ended up cutting through thin air.

Oh no! Now the ancient stranger was probably enraged.

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Suddenly Zamiel stood behind Zarin and with a light push of his hand caused him to crash through the wall and end up landing on the terrace outside. Zarin quickly got onto his feet, ready to strike again while Zamiel was relaxed with his arms still crossed behind his back as he stepped outside.

Zarin began to attack again, but Zamiel dodged every strike and seemed to almost enjoy Zarin's effort.

Heaven watched in horror, but then decided to stop it before it was too late. She stepped through the broken wall, "Zarin stop!" But he wasn't listening.

Zamiel knocked the sword out of Zarin's hand and then grabbed him by the neck, lifting him up from the ground with one hand. His nails elongated, piercing through Zarin's throat, causing blood to spurt out of the wound.

Zarin?struggled to get out of his grip. His legs dangled in the air, kicking Zamiel who didn't get the least effected. He stood still like a wall.

"Stop! Please!" Heaven called and when he didn't listen, she hurried to pick up Zarin's sword.

Grabbing it steadily, she stabbed Zamiel from behind. The blade went through his back and came out of his stomach.

Zamiel dropped Zarin before turning to her. If she thought he was angry before, now he was furious. He reached for the sword behind his back and pulled it out without flinching. Heaven stood there horrified as blood seeped from his stomach. She didn't know whether to keep her eyes on him or on Zarin, who lay motionless on the ground behind him. Was he alright?