"You were brought here by a kind heart that couldn’t bear to see you die so aninglessly. If it was up to I would have let you die." A grin spread across Azrael’s face.
"Welco, hell, Prince Cedric Von Drakkar." Cedric was even more puzzled by Azrael’s words..
"Hell?" Cedric repeated. "How can I be alive and still be in hell?" Azrael enjoyed watching how confused Cedric was. His eyes noticed Cedric’s wounds were healing a little bit slowly.
His brow twitched in annoyance. How weak was Cedric? Yes, he expected him to be weak to an extent since Cedric grew up without any guidance and had no idea how to harness his abilities and was completely oblivious about what or who he is.
"You have a lot to learn. That is if they don’t kill out of rage." Azrael sighs, crossing his hand across his chest.
"You’re not giving straight answers, Azrael. How is it possible I am alive and in hell and who exactly wants dead?" Cedric asked, his voice was sharp. His control slipping
Azrael chuckled, amused by how Cedric’s darkness flared when he got angry. That dark aura would have shaken a lot of people, except him, who had grown impervious to way darker auras.
Azrael placed his hand on Cedric’s shoulder. "Fine, I will explain what I can."
"First of all this isn’t hell in exact terms. You can glance through the window and see what seems like sunlight. This place isn’t the eternal darkness or the lake of fire hell is imagined as." Azrael started explaining like he was schooling a child
Well, technically, Cedric was like an infant to him. A clueless baby. "Where you are currently in is Netheralis," Cedric’s gaze flickered.
He had co across the na Netheralis in an ancient text he studied. "The dark divine realm," he blurted. Azrael smiled, Cedric was educated as a prince, he was ant to know more than the regular man knows
"Yes, that’s what this place is called. So call it the Demon Realm, others mistake it for Hell. But real Hell is deeper still—the pit where damned souls go when they can’t be allowed to reincarnate." Azrael explained.
" This isn’t hell, but where hell is found," Cedric ntioned, he was trying to get a grasp of the situation..
"Not exactly, but it still feels like hell with how dark it feels at tis," Azrael replied, his gaze flickering with sothing unreadable. Netheralis was the realm of the lost and demons. The mortals aren’t allowed here, and even if a mortal finds his way to the divine realm, they can’t stay for long.
He has been here for what seems like days. "How am I able to stay in the demon realm for long?" Cedric blurted out. His finger curled into a fist. Were his suspicions right?
Azrael arched his brow at Cedric. "What do you think? You are clearly not dead. It can only an one thing: you aren’t really mortal." Azrael answered then turned his back against Cedric.
"The ones who want you dead are my brothers. I hope you make a good impression because your life depends on it." He finally answered the question.
Azrael had this strong commanding presence darker and stronger than his. "You and your brothers are demons, aren’t you? Why do they want dead?"
Cedric had never felt so trapped and left in the dark. He wakes up from a coma and everything sounds foreign and ridiculous. Azrael was answering his questions but it felt like he was avoiding sothing. He didn’t want to ntion.
"Netheralis is part of the divine realm, the ho of gods, ruled by the gods. Things are more complicated than they seem. Demons and gods aren’t that different."
"As for my brothers, they simply hate your existence and hope you were never born, but my father might kill you even before they think about it. See you around Cedric." Azrael said on a final note before he disappeared.
Cedric stumbled backwards, a sharp headache struck him. He leaned against the wall trying to catch his breath. He wasn’t completely healed yet.
He grabbed the edges of the wall and turned around. It would be better if he rested in the room where he woke. There wasn’t much he could do in a foreign place.
Azrael spoke of so people wanting him dead but he also said he was rescued by soone. That was the reason he was still alive. It ant one thing, whoever rescued him was strong enough to protect him.
The headache quickly faded after he took so steps. His ears perked up, hearing another round of steps echo rushing towards him.
"Cedric," he heard a feminine voice call out shaky. Cedric’s brow furrowed on hearing the strange voice that held so many emotions
He turned around. He didn’t even get a chance to catch a good glimpse of the person’s face when he was ambushed and pulled into a tight hug that startled him.
Cedric wasn’t a hugger, the only one he had ever hugged was his wife. He didn’t know how to handle the situation.
The lady was very tall, taller than a woman should be. She was almost the sa height as him. "You are really awake. I thought you would never wake up and I will never get the chance to et you properly." She whimpered and her voice broke.
Her shoulders shook and she started to cry while holding him. Her head crooked on his shoulder. Cedric’s awkwardness grew, he just let her hold him. The maid stood at a distance watching the scene.
Her cries died off after she cried her heart out. She raised her face. Her face flushed, eyes puffed up with tears streaming down her face.
"I am sorry you had to go through all that. I failed you. If only I had found you earlier." She said. Cedric didn’t reply; he was struck and completely dumbfounded.
It finally clicked why the lady in the painting looked so oddly familiar even though they had never seen each other before.
Cedric’s lips parted then closed. He held her face completely confused. "Who are you?" He managed to say without his voice breaking.
The lady pulled away, she could not hold his gaze. Cedric noticed how tensed up she beca with her eyes wandering around. She was nervous. Her lips parted but nothing ca out.
He drew in a deep breath then swallowed. "Please just tell ," he begged. She nodded, a shaky voice answered. " The woman who gave you life." She answered.
Cedric backed away shaking her head. "No... that’s impossible. My mother died years ago." He muttered, staring at the woman who claid to be his mother
A lady who could be mistaken as his sister due to the striking resemblance. She didn’t look anything close to thirty.
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