(MARRIED TO THE DEVIL SON)VOLUME 3

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Heaven went to sleep ignoring the fact that the mark had faded away and that it probably meant something was wrong with Zamiel. But she would not care. He was a grown man, powerful and ancient. He didn't need her help; she tried to convince herself, and it didn't work.

She lay in bed turning back and forth, her mind filled with questions and her heart hammering loudly at the thought of what might have happened to Zamiel. Ancient demons might not be killed easily, but they could probably kill themselves.

Zamiel wouldn't do that. Would he?

What if she didn't do something soon and ended up regretting it for the rest of her life? This was a matter of someone's life. She shouldn't even be thinking and hurry to save him before it's too late.

Getting out of bed, she dressed quickly and then used the magic her grandmother taught her to transport herself. It was still not easy to perform it, and she had to try several times before it worked. She was so happy at first, but looking around she realized she ended up somewhere else. She found herself inside the dark cave where she first found him instead.

Her grandmother had told her to vividly imagine where she wanted to go. Heaven remembered the spooky house where Zamiel had kept her. Closing her eyes, she tried to envision it clearly, and this time it worked. She stood outside the old

house that looked abandoned and her heart began to beat erratically. She had to admit that she feared what she might find.

Either she would find something she hoped to never see or nothing. She hoped for the latter, but she would be more relieved if she found him safe and sound. Although that would put her in danger.?He would not appreciate her visit.

Slowly she made her was inside. To her surprise, a few candles were lit, and the moonlight penetrated through the large windows without curtains. Walking further in, she smelled a familiar scent. The scent of rain and wet earth. She could tell he was here by the musky scent and she followed it to find her way around.

The scent led her to a room. Heaven's eyes fell on the bed where someone was lying. Her heart skipped a beat, realizing she was in a dangerous creature's home without permission. But she couldn't help to take a closer look, just to ensure herself that he was alright.

He lay without a blanket and with his hair covering his face. She couldn't tell if he was just sleeping since he wasn't moving. She looked at his hands, the only part of his body that was visible. His fingers were bony and his skin pale, almost bluish. It was as if he was dead.

Without a second thought, she ran to his bed and began to shake him.

"Zamiel! Zamiel! Wake up!"

Oh Lord, she was too late.

When he didn't respond she shook him harder, almost violently when he suddenly shot his eyes wide open.

He was startled, but Heaven let out a breath of relief.

"You are alive." She said.

He was alive.

He blinked several times. It looked as if he had slept for days, but not healthily. His face looked thinner, his skin paler, and his lips were blue. He looked sick and starved.

"Are you alight?" She loomed over him where he lay.

He looked at her surprised, as if he couldn't believe that she was there with him.

"Heaven?" His voice was strained, like someone who hasn't spoken for days.

"Yes. It's me."

Stupid her.