(MARRIED TO THE DEVIL SON)VOLUME 3

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"If you have to... I won't resist." She said.

Slowly, he opened his eyes and turned to her. Grabbed her wrist, he drew her gently into his arms. Heaven's heart beat erratically inside her chest. Butterflies filler her stomach and her breath came out in shallow pants. Was she excited or afraid she didn't know?

"You are afraid." He said.

"I am... nervous." She admitted.

Heaven knew that mating was something serious. She shouldn't take it as lightly as she was now.

"I told you, I would rather kill you than mark you." He reminded.

"You don't look like a killer." She said.

He chuckled darkly. "I have killed many of your people. I can't even count how many. I just burned down villages."

Heaven was confused. Why did he decide to burn them? "But witches can protect themselves from fire. At least for a while. I am sure they managed to escape."

"Maybe. But they lost their homes, like I lost mine."

He didn't want to kill them. He wanted to punish them.

Sometimes killing someone could be the lightest punishment they could receive. For witches, communities meant a lot. It was their way of protecting themselves. If their communities dispersed, then they could easily become targets for demons. He wanted them to live in fear.

Zamiel grabbed a few strands of her hair and inhaled her scent. Heaven looked at him, disturbed. This was not going to help him fight the urge to bite her if he didn't plan to do it. It was like... he was punishing himself.

"Why won't you resist?" He asked.

"I have nothing to lose, but... you are hurting."

The cold look in his eyes changed, his gaze softened. Ever so lightly, his hand cupped her cheek.?"You have a pure heart, Heaven. Mine is full of darkness and hatred. You will gain nothing by being bound to me."

"Do you still hate witches?" She asked.

He seemed to think for a while before he spoke. "I know it's not your fault and I know it's not every witch's fault, but I can't help it. It's like poison spreading in my body."

"Then you should stop it before it kills you." She said.

Zamiel chuckled. This time it wasn't the usual dark, cynical laugh. It had another sound to it that made her stomach tickle in a strange way.

When he dropped his hand and took a step back Heaven panicked. He was leaving.

"Will you come back?" She hurried to ask. "I... I could use more advice."

He looked at her for a long moment. "I can't promise you that."

Heaven's heart skipped with joy. He didn't say he wouldn't. She could see him slowly accepting her and letting go of the hate. She knew it would take time, so she didn't pressure him. Instead, she just nodded, and he left.

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That night Heaven went to sleep feeling better.

The first thing she saw in the morning when she opened her eyes was her father's face.

"Father." She rubbed her eyes, surprised to find him this early in her room. The first thing she thought was that something bad had happened, but when he smiled at her, her fears disappeared.

"Good morning." He greeted sitting at the edge of her bed.

"Good morning." She said pushing herself up. "Did something happen?"