(MARRIED TO THE DEVIL SON)VOLUME 3

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"Hatred eats the soul of the hater, not the hated." -Alice Herz Sommer

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After his meeting with Lucian, Zamiel was on his way back to his carriage when he came across Irene in the halls.

She greeted him with a smile. "Are you here to see Heaven?" She asked.

"No. I came to see His Majesty." He replied. Heaven had told him she would be busy, so he didn't want to disturb her.

"May I speak to you for a while?" He then asked. He hadn't thought of talking to her, but he might as well do it now that he was here.

"Of course." She said and led him to the garden where they could sit in private.

Zamiel was curious about her relationship with the devil and how she felt about him, but she had used some kind of spell to conceal her thoughts. It wouldn't be that difficult to make her drop her walls. With an easy trick of his own powers, he could make her bare her mind to him. He had to know who he could trust. He was not the type to trust easily.

"I am guessing you want to talk about Heaven." She began.

"Yes. You told me that Lucifer's son died, and he needed someone to replace him. Do you think that is all he wants?"

"I think he wants diversity in his kingdoms and among his rulers. Demons, half demons and half witches."

Zamiel regarded her in silence. She truly believed what she said and blamed herself for getting used to conceive a half-breed with witch and demon blood. But Zamiel didn't believe that Lucifer was only looking for diversity. It could be one of many reasons, but not the only reason. The devil would not go through so much trouble just to have some variation between his followers. Zamiel knew that Lucifer was after something very valuable to him.

"You don't think that is what he wants?" She asked when he remained silent.

"No."

She nodded thoughtfully. "What do you think he wants then?"

"I don't know. I was thinking maybe you knew."

Many thoughts and ideas swirled in her head, but she couldn't come up with anything valuable.

"I can't think of any other reason he would want Heaven. She is unlike his other children, who are demon or half human."

Zamiel nodded. He was wasting his time. He should have known that they had no idea after all those years. And he was right about Irene. She held so much hate for Lucifer in her heart just to fill the void, but also in a desperate attempt to replace the love she had for him. Somewhere deep down she longed to be with him.

Lucifer was her weakness, and he was the master of using people's weakness against them. Zamiel couldn't trust her because even she didn't trust herself. She knew her weaknesses very well. The only thing that kept her strong was her love for her family, but how much more would she be able to stay strong? Somehow, he felt bad for her. She had no one to confide in about what she truly felt because the person she had feelings for was someone who wanted to hurt her family.

"Hatred blinds us." He told her. "If you can't allow yourself to love, then at least don't hate."

Irene nodded with a smile. "I knew my spell wasn't strong enough to keep you out of my mind. Thank you for the wise words."

He smiled to himself, knowing that even if it was his words, it carried Heaven's wisdom.

Heaven might not be very smart, but she was wise, and that made her special. He had known that she was special from the first day he met her. It was visible in her eyes. The wisdom, the courage, the strength and the will. Today he realized the affect she had on him. On his way of acting, thinking and speaking. She brought out the best in him. He should speak to her instead of being here.