Married to the Devil's Son novel Chapter 236

Chapter 236: 113:

"Don't let someone who has done nothing, tell you how to do anything." - Unknown.

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Zamiel let go of Heaven's hand when he saw her eyes tearing up. He realized he was being too selfish and asking too much. He had just wanted to see her face before he died and have her hold him as he took his last breath.

His heart was telling him it reached its limit. Everything he did was causing him pain. Even holding his eyes open or breathing felt like torture. His body had enough after going through so much. It felt as if his soul was slowly leaving his body and he didn't have the strength to hold it back.

Maybe he should have died that day. When Heaven was willing to kill him. If he had died then, he would spare her and himself all this pain.

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Actually, he should have been locked forever in that coffin. He shouldn't have been released. What good did he bring?

"I'll be alright." He told her.

He wanted to say he would be alright with whatever decision she made. He didn't want to see her hurt anymore.

As he spoke, he felt his vision becoming blurry again. The darkness came back to take him away. He tried to look at Heaven one last time, but he couldn't see her face clearly.

No, he wasn't ready to leave yet. He still had a lot to say.

He reached out with his hand blindly and was relieved when Heaven took it and held it between both of her hands.

"Don't go to your grandfather. This is not your fault." He wished he could see her face, to know if she was listening to him. "I want to see you when I wake up." If he woke up. He hoped he would to see her again.

Before he could hear her reply, darkness swept him away.

For a while there was no pain or agony until his consciousness slowly crawled back, but not completely. He was stuck somewhere in the darkness, awake yet not. It was as if his body was tied and he couldn't move, but he could feel pain. He could feel it coming from every place in his body. His mind screamed, but his body remained chained by the darkness.

After what felt like years of torture, he finally saw a glimpse of light, and the chains around him loosened. He was being carried toward that light, leaving the darkness behind until he found himself in a place that seemed like heaven.

Did he die?

Under his feet, he felt something soft and warm. He looked down. He was barefoot and stood on the greenest grass he had ever seen.

He found himself in a garden unlike any he had seen before. The colors were harmonies; the breeze was as soft as the warm sunrays against his skin. The sky was the clearest blue and far on the horizon he could see mountains with the colors of the rainbow.

Where was he?

A soft laughter caught his attention. He turned back and saw the back of a woman sitting on a white bench. Zamiel slowly walked toward her, but stopped abruptly when the woman stood up. She stood still for a moment before she slowly turned around to face him.

Zamiel froze when he locked eyes with her. Those amber eyes…

"Zamiel." She smiled.

Zamiel couldn't believe his eyes. This had to be a dream, but the way she called his name was so familiar and her voice was so clear.

"Gamila?"

She looked so happy to see him. "I shouldn't be happy that you are here, but I am. I have been waiting for you." She said, walking over to him. She slowly reached out and touched his upper arms, as if she couldn't believe she was seeing him.

"You are finally here." She breathed, her eyes tearing up. "I hope you came here without much pain."

Zamiel just stared at her, astounded. What was happening? She felt so real. He could feel her touch on his arms.

He reached for her face slowly. The feel of her skin on the tip of his fingers felt exactly like he remembered. She was real.