Chapter 149 - 26
"You won't resist?"
Zamiel stared into her erald green eyes. There was innocence and vulnerability in them. He could tell she didn't know much about the world and it's people. She was raised sheltered and learned to love and trust. And here he was, knowing and feeling nothing but resentnt. How different they were.
For a brief mont, he actually thought of compelling her. The urge to bite her had been so strong that it swayed his judgent.
"I.. I…" Was she hesitating? "I don't know." She admitted.
This would change things if she beca willing to be bitten. The mark would not fade away as quickly. The mark stayed longest when both parts consented to the bond.
Stupid girl. Maybe he should have scared her even more. Just in case he beco willing in a mont of weakness she would still be unwilling.
The damn witch would enjoy this if she was still alive. Him biting a witch as soon as the mark faded.
The more he resisted, the quicker the mark would fade and the more he would need to fight the urge to bite her. There was only one way out. If he resisted the urge long enough without biting her, then it would disappear forever and he would be free from the bond.
Zamiel heard that resisting the urge was almost impossible, but he was different. He had already endured so much pain, a little more wouldn't hurt.
He grabbed her wrist over the dress and took her back to her room. She looked around surprised before looking at him.
"Thank you." She breathed.
When he dropped her arm her eyes darted in panic. She didn't want him to leave. He should have frightened her more.
"You look sick." She pointed.
Yes, he weakened himself so he could fall into a deep slumber until the urge disappeared, but she ruined his plans. Now he would have to start from scratch and try for several days, maybe even weeks, before he could fall into a deep slumber.
"Heaven. Next ti you co to et , I'll send you to heaven." He threatened.
To his surprise, she smiled. "How can you be sure I'll end up there? I thought all witches were bad and would end up in hell."
She baffled him. He didn't know what to respond, and that caused her smile to widen.
"I think deep down you know I wouldn't hurt you." She said.
It should have been the other way round. Him telling her he wouldn't hurt her, but she understood the true aning of hurt.
"If I co to you, then you should hurt if you don't want to bite you."
"If you co to , then I understand why."
He wished he could shake the innocence out of her.
Suddenly soone materialized into her room. It was the man she called friend.
"Heaven!" He drew his daggers.
Heaven turned to him, startled.
"Zarin!" He could hear the shock in her voice.
Zarin kept his gaze fixated on Zamiel while his eyes?blazed with anger.
"Get away from him!" He ordered.
Again with the ordering around.
"It's not what you think." She held her hands out, signaling for him to calm down.
If he didn't Zamiel knew the perfect way to do it.
"He is not here to hurt ." She said.
Zamiel fought the urge to laugh, but Zarin was not amused at all. As if disappointed, he dropped his arms.
"You went to see him." He said with disgust.
"I… I can explain."
Zamiel didn't feel like listening to their fight. So he just took himself back ho, back to his room where her scent still lingered.
What was he supposed to do now? He needed to find a plan to fight this extre urge.
By the way, who was that friend of hers? From the way she spoke to him, it seed like she cared for him deeply.
No! He was starting to care again. He should go try to fall back into his slumber as soon as possible. There was no other way he could fight this.
He lay down thinking back of the ti when life felt as lonely as it did now. Before he was locked inside the coffin he had isolated himself inside his ho. Day in and out he just slept, not eating or drinking.
Razia would co to him sotis and try to talk so sense into him, but he wouldn't listen. He didn't even care to chase her away. He just shut her voice out. Soday she would get tired.
One day she ca to him. "Zamiel, I am moving sowhere else. I ca to say goodbye." She said, but he kept ignoring her.
"I baked this bread for you. Your wife taught how to do it. I thought since you are not eating you wanted to… nevermind. I will put it on the table."
She went and placed the baked bread on the table. "Won't you even look at before I leave or ask where I am going?"
He continued to ignore her. She sighted. "Alright. I hope you make so changes. This is not called living."
And just like she left him. Now he felt the loneliest. The only person remained to care for him had also left him now. He couldn't bla her.
Being starved, he couldn't ignore the scent of freshly baked bread. It slled like the one his wife used to bake. He loved it. Unable to ignore hunger that rose within him, he went to the table and ate the bread alone.
It tasted exactly like the one his wife used to make. As he chewed a bite tears fell down his cheeks. All the happy mories ca back to him, paining him even more.
Gamila.
Why did she leave him all alone? She promised to stay with him for eternity, but he couldn't bla her for breaking her promise. It was his fault. He had promised to protect her, but he failed miserably.
"I am sorry Gamila, I am sorry Mikah." He whispered.
Zamiel rembered the day Mikah was born. The warmth that spread inside his chest. He never thought he would one day soon hold her cold, dead body in his arms. He failed not only as a husband; but as a father as well.
He didn't even deserve to eat this bread, but he had already finished eating it.?He went back to bed. The only way he couldn't feel pain was to sleep. He even decided once to fall into a deep slumber and wake up after many years, but he had a mission now. To protect demons from facing the sa fate as him. He would put the witches in their place and make all of them know to never ss a demon.
He closed his eyes. Tomorrow would be a new day, he thought. But before that day ca, he woke up with an extre pain. It felt like soone was stabbing and twisting his organs. He felt sick and vomited.
It was blood.
What was happening to him? It felt like sothing was eating him from the inside, like his body was corroding away.
Blood ran from his nose. Sothing was wrong with him.
"Zamiel!" Suddenly Razia stood in the room.
She looked at him in the state he was and didn't seem the least surprised.
It was her.
"What… what did you do?!" He growled, trying to get out of bed.
He would kill her!
"I am sorry. I had no choice." She said calmly. "At least you enjoyed eating it."
The bread. She must have poisoned it. She knew very well poison couldn't kill him. What did she plan to do?
"This poison is deadly. Well, for humans anyway. It eats at your organs one by one. So while one heals another one rottens. Oh, I also added som magic to make it more effective."
He got out of bed, furious and ready to kill her, but his legs gave in and he fell to the ground. His body burned, his limbs trembled.
"Don't fight it, Zamiel. I won't kill you. I just want to help you understand a few things." She spoke so calmly while he choked on his own blood.
He wasn't only enduring the damage caused by the poison, but also the process of healing.
She lood over him. "After I am done. You will understand everything." She assured him.
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