Married To The Devil's Son

Kirnon materialized in the room just as Rose left. Kirnon was one of the few demons working for him. Zamiel went and freed him from his Lord to take him under his wing. He was a clever demon, and Zamiel needed loyal and clever men by his side. Kirnon helped him with all kinds of matters. He specially looked out for his enemies and knew about anyone who came near his home.

"My Lord. You called for me." He said.

"Yes. I want you to take care of the trade on your own today. I will be busy with other things."

Kirnan nodded. "Is it the woman? Do you want me to find out anything about her?"

"There is no need." Zamiel said.

No demon would be foolish enough to come up with such a plan, knowing very well that he was ancient and could easily figure out who it was. No demons would be stupid enough to think a woman sent by a stranger would simply entice him. To think that a woman could actually be his weakness. That would mean humiliating and underestimating him. Only someone with a weakness for women would think that it would also be his weakness. Only someone reckless would get on his bad side. Knowing Zarin surrounded himself with woman and seen his reckless behavior a few times, he was the first suspect.

But time would tell, and patience was Zamiel's strength. He had already read Rose's mind. She had a reputation to uphold. She was the most sought out and highest paid p.r.o.s.t.i.t.u.t.e. No man had ever denied her before, so she had no intention of going back and telling the truth. She was even thinking of bragging about how much money she got because she pleased him so well.

He didn't have to do anything now. He would just let her do her thing. If it was Zarin, which he was sure of, he would dig his own grave.

His only concern was Heaven. He didn't want to hurt her feelings, but it was inevitable if Zarin continued with his rash behavior.

The nightmares did also concern him. He didn't always have them. Something had changed. What could it be? Were his dreams telling him something?

Witches were good at interpreting dreams. Maybe he needed to see one. But no witch would help him except for Irene. He didn't want to tell her that her granddaughter killed his family in his dreams. That might make her concerned. But this was about Heaven's safety, and he had to find the root of these nightmares so he would know how to get rid of them .

After brooding over it, Zamiel decided to see Irene. He teleported himself to her house and stood outside for a while, contemplating on whether it was a good idea.

Irene must have sensed his presence, so she came outside

"Zamiel, what a surprise. Come in." She said and walked in without waiting for him.

Hesitantly, Zamiel followed her inside. Her house smelled of roses and herbs, and everywhere he looked there was a sign of life. Plants, birds in cages, a cat…

"I know. I love animals and plants." She smiled when she saw him look around.

"It shows." He said now looking at the paintings that hung on the wall. They were colorful. He got the impression that she was someone who loved life. She reminded him of Heaven.

Irene led him to the livingroom and asked him to sit down. "Would you like tea or coffee?"

"I am alright, thank you." He said.

She sat down. "I am surprised you could find my home."

"You found out everything about my previous life. Finding your home was easy." He said.

She nodded with a smile. "Of course. What bring you here?"

"I need help to interpret my dream." He began.

She nodded for him to continue.

Zamiel didn't want to do this, but he had to. "I have been having nightmares where Heaven kills my family." He said quickly, as if the words alone hurt him.

Irene looked at him thoughtfully. He wondered what she was thinking, but he couldn't get inside her head. As expected from a powerful witch.

"Is that all you see?" She asked.

"Yes." He replied.

"Does the dream feel strange somehow? Does it differ from your other dreams?"

"Yes. It feels strange that I can remember every detail when I wake up and it is the same dream every time. It might sound strange, but I have the feeling that the dream was purposely put in my head."

"It does not sound strange. I think someone is manipulating your dreams and I know who it might be. Heaven's grandfather."

Zamiel had almost forgotten about the devil.

"Lucifer is the master of manipulation. That is his power, and he plays with weakness. You family is your weakness. You are still mourning their death and you haven't let go of the pain and guilt yet. If you don't let go of that weakness, he will use it against you and you might end up doing something you will regret."

If Zamiel didn't know better, he would rush to Lucifer and threaten him. But the devil had nothing to fear, not even death. He was guaranteed to exist as long as life existed on earth.

"What does he want exactly?" Zamiel asked.

He knew it was not about him. It was about Heaven, and he probably wanted her to join him to misguide people.

"I don't know exactly what he wants to achieve with your nightmares, but he wants Heaven. He wants her to rule one of the five kingdoms in the underworld. His son Ozul has died."

The five kingdoms were ruled by the devil's children. He was not lucky when it came to offsprings. He only had a few, and not all of them were fit to be leaders.

Four kingdoms were ruled by his sons and one by his daughter. If his son Ozul died, then he was looking for a replacement. Unfortunately, none of his children would outlive him.

"Mourn your family properly and then move on. That is the only way you can protect yourself from him."

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