Blood splattered across the floor where Madeline stood. Spots of blood fell on her dress and on her face. Her lips trembled as she felt her hands continue to vibrate as if fire had been emitted from it, which she was trying to handle right now. She looked at the demon in shock as he didn’t have a face anymore, and it was just his body until his neck. It was the very first time that Madeline was completely awake and she saw what she did. She remembered the demon’s repulsive touch on her, and she stepped away from the body.
Blood continued to gush out of his body, and when the dust settled down on the ground, she caught sight of Reginald, and then Lilith who laid unmoving on the floor.
“You are much more powerful than I thought you would be.”
“Y-you are alive,” whispered Madeline. Her eyebrows furrowed as she stared at the priest, “You aren’t a normal person, are you?” and she saw him shake his head. She had doubted the man named Michael whom she had seen during the wedding, to be the angel they had been looking for. Btut she would have never guessed it to be Reginald.
“Let’s take you down where your sister and the demon are,” offered the man while Madeline’s head started to turn dizzy at the sight of the blood that was increasing on the floor.
He was ready to lead the way when Madeline said, “Paschar….I don’t understand,” she whispered. “Why?”
“You don’t need to, Madeline,” said the angel, dropping all the honorifics as Madeline knew who he was now.
Madeline shook her head, “I do,” she whispered, “You know what’s going on, yet you decided not to come. I was in the coffin. Twice.”
“We angels are not supposed to meddle with the earthly beings. I was already reprimanded for my past actions, yet taken back. If I were to meddle again, I would be thrown out of heaven just like the fallen angels. I asked Michael to send his Whisperers to aid you,” said Paschar, dropping the smile that he had worn earlier, and the look on his face was severe. “I wasn’t sure if you were my child, but it is good to know that you are. Your mother would be very proud of you.”
“Mother?” Madeline frowned, “You mean your lover.”
“Who is also your mother, a human, who passed away quite young,” responded Paschar to her.
“I already have a mother, the one who you must have met in the castle.”
Paschar smiled, “No, not her. She might have given birth to you, but you were first born to us. Your soul has the same energy as mine.” Since she had found out about his existence, Madeline had wanted to meet the angel, and now that she did, she was still taken aback, not knowing what to say to him.
“What are you doing in the High House if you are not supposed to be meddling here?” asked Madeline. She saw a glow started to emit around him. She was worried he was going to disappear in the blink of an eye.
“Some of us can give people guidance, my brothers and I,” Madeline’s frown deepened, and Paschar said, “Not in a literal sense.”
“Do you know how many people have been nailed into the coffin because the fallen angels thought that they were dark angels?” questioned Madeline.
Paschar gave her a nod, “It is unfortunate.”
“Is that all you have to say?” Madeline didn’t know why but Paschar seemed much colder than she had imagined him to be. “Your deeds have put a curse on me where I am being hunted by my very own family and demons.”
Paschar took a step towards Madeline, and she took one back immediately. “I deeply apologize for it. I never knew things would turn like this,” a small frown came to settle on his face. “When Olivia conceived you, we were both ecstatic to have you in our world. But when the people in the heaven found out about it, it was demanded that I return. At the same time, one of the fallen killed both of you. I killed the woman who killed Olivia. I couldn’t save your mother because it was too late, but I tried to save you.”
“You were the person in my dream,” whispered Madeline as she ran her memory through her mind again. The angel who killed the woman up in flames was Paschar.
“Before I knew it, you had been assigned as a ticket of redemption for the people in this realm. I prayed for you not to appear until the time was right, so that you would be safe,” he confessed to her.
“The redemption is a lie,” and on Madeline’s words, Paschar shook his head.
“It isn’t,” she felt her throat turn dry. “Angels are not supposed to have children. I joined the High House to see if I could get more information about you. It is why I even asked Michael to leave his position and give it to me. I knew some of the children were being buried. But the Whisperers often came with the news of the child being dead, which only indicated that it wasn’t my true child.”
Madeline pursed her lips, “So what now? I am supposed to wait for the clock to tick and wait to be sacrificed?”
“I won’t let that happen to you,” assured Paschar, his grey eyes continued to look at Madeline. He then looked behind her as if catching sight of something. “Right now, you are at the safest place, and no one can hurt you, Madeline. Because of your marriage to the King, who belongs to the highest level of a demon.” She saw white wings appear from his back and he threw the black book at her which he had picked earlier, “Take this book. You might find it helpful.”
“Where are you going?!” questioned Madeline, but with one flap of his wings, the angel disappeared from her sight. This angel…they couldn’t be related, she thought to herself. Which father left their child with half information??
Within a few seconds, she heard flapping sounds to turn around and see it was Calhoun, and within a second, she was engulfed in his arms.
