The Salvette Mortem whose hand had nothing a few seconds ago, an axe appeared in its hand that was bloody. It looked down at the girl who didn’t move and had stopped breathing.
The creature of death, slowly moved towards the girl so that it could deliver her soul to Hell. But at the same time, a pair of white wings appeared in front of it, blocking its way. It was Gabriel, who wore white robes and his white wings that were present on his back.
“You are quite fast,” said Gabriel, who had arrived at the place after sensing the dark energy that Darian had sent earlier before attacking Madeline a few minutes ago in the forest.
The Salvette Mortem didn’t pay heed to the words spoken by the archangel, and it tried to get hold of the girl’s soul when Gabriel pushed it away with his hand. “Her soul doesn’t belong to Hell but Heaven.” He hadn’t expected for Madeline to die, but now that she was dead, it was only right to guide her soul in the right direction instead of letting the Devil take charge of her innocent soul. Once the soul would register to be part of Hell, there was no taking it back, and her heart would slowly taint itself.
The Salvette Mortem was not pleased seeing the angel trying to disrupt the order given to it. It opened its mouth to speak something to Gabriel.
“I don’t care what the Devil wants. I won’t allow this child’s soul to be tainted. Not one that is pure,” responded Gabriel, and he raised his hand to swipe in front of the creature and the Salvette Mortem faded into the background of the forest.
Gabriel walked towards where Madeline laid unmoving on the ground. Blood had been spilt around her, and when he turned her around, he noticed the damage that had been done to her. His eyes lowered, and he murmured,
“This is what happens when angels step into the living world.”
She was the daughter of Paschar, and it was only right to take her to Heaven where she could lead her afterlife in peace after the hardships she went through in the living world.
Gabriel’s head moved in the direction where he heard the sound of wings flapping against each other. His lips pressed itself in a thin line, and he turned around to pick up Madeline in his arms before disappearing from there as if they didn’t exist.
Calhoun had smelled the strong scent of Madeline, and he caught sight of the big white wings. For a moment he was glad, thinking it was Madeline’s wings, but when he caught sight of a man, his eyes narrowed, and it worsened when he saw Madeline in the angel’s arms.
Before Calhoun could get there, Gabriel disappeared with Madeline from there without a trace behind. Calhoun’s hands turned to fists, unable to believe that they had missed each other by only a few seconds.
Calhoun’s anger knew no bounds, and he punched the nearest tree for it to fall with a loud thud in the forest. He tried to catch hold of them, but the smell that was there in the forest that he had been chasing after had disappeared as if he had imagined everything until now. Like Madeline didn’t exist in this world anymore, and the memory that she had built in the living world had been erased.
Some of the trees that didn’t have snow on its leaves and branches were quick to catch fire because of the boiling temper in Calhoun’s mind. His red eyes turned to pitch black, and he snapped his fingers to disappear from the forest and to show up in Hell.
Calhoun made his way through the long and wide corridors of the tower and entered into the room where Vladimir had only got up from his throne.
“You appear to be in a foul mood, Calhoun. Everything alright?” asked Vladimir with a calm voice.
“How does one enter Heaven?” demanded Calhoun.
“For that one will need to die and have a pure soul,” Vladimir raised his eyebrows before realizing what must have happened.
Odin, who stood behind his master, looked back and forth between the two people in the room, noticing Calhoun’s eyes that had changed its colour. The aura that he emitted right now was dangerous and stifling even for Odin.
Even Vladimir took note of it, and he stared at his grandson. It was often told that one needed a push or a trigger for their true nature to be revealed, and right now Calhoun’s wrath wafted in the air.
“You were once part of Heaven. I believe you know how to get there,” stated Calhoun.
Since Calhoun’s eyes had fallen on Madeline’s dead and unmoving body, his patience had slipped past through his fingers. He had kept a close eye on Madeline, protecting and taking care of her while watching every single step of hers so that she wouldn’t step on a stone or thorn. But even Calhoun knew that Darian would find a way to isolate Madeline if not now, later. He was furious.
“Do you think the angels at the gate would open the gates for a demon like you or me? It isn’t easy to step in there, Calhoun,” said Vladimir.
Calhoun’s eyes narrowed, “You expect me to sit quietly and let go of Madeline?”
Vladimir stepped towards where Calhoun stood, “Why do you think I haven’t gone to Heaven to get Constance back? If you go there, there’s no guarantee you will return alive. Heaven was once my home, the people who were there were once my family, who are now my enemies. Once they find a demon has entered Heaven, they will smite you without blinking their eyes.”
“That is up to me. Don’t forget, no Madeline means no grandchildren,” stated Calhoun. Upon hearing this Vladimir looked slightly grim. ” I am going there with or without your help.”
“Odin,” Vladimir called his servant, “Get ready, we are leaving for Heaven.”
