Married to the Devil's Son novel Chapter 253

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Heaven found herself standing in the heavenly garden in her grandfather's kingdom. It was late at night, the stars and the moon were shining brightly against the dark sky. She could only hear the soft breeze and the water rushing down the fountains. The aroma of flowers, grass, earth, and rain filled her senses.

This scent was very familiar. The set of wet earth and rain. Heaven's eyes searched the garden until they met a pair of silver eyes. They were gleaming in the dark, just like the moon against the sky. His dark hair cast shadows on his sculpted face, giving him a menacing look.

Zamiel.

He stepped out from the shadows, and Heaven's eyes widened when she saw him clearly. He was dressed like the people of this kingdom. The only thing he wore was a black fabric around his waist and silver bracelets around his arms and wrists. He looked breathtaking, and she found herself staring at his body.

Zamiel stalked toward her slowly until he was standing close enough to touch her.

"Zamiel, how did you get here?" She asked.

"This is how we first met." He said.

How... was this a dream?

"This is a dream." She whispered for some unknown reason.

He nodded.

It felt so real, but it always felt real when he came to her in her dreams.

"Why are you dressed like this?" She said.

He looked down at his bare chest before looking at her again. His lips curved into a smile. "I think you wanted to see me this way." He said. "I appear in your dreams the way you like to see me."

Heaven opened her mouth to say something, but she was speechless. How could that be possible? She had wondered what he would look like dressed like this when she had seen the demon who looked like him, but how could he know?

Her gaze went to his bare chest, and her cheeks burned.

"You can touch." He said in a low tone.

Heaven gently placed her hand on his chest. She could feel his heartbeat under her palm and as she ran her fingers down, she felt the scar from the wound she inflicted.

It wasn't completely healed yet. What kind of poison had her grandfather used?

"How is your stay here?" Zamiel asked.

She looked up at him. "It is alright."

He seemed to know something that he wasn't telling her. "Did you find a solution?" She asked.

"Yes." Was all he said, and she understood that he couldn't tell her the whole plan. Her thoughts were not safe from the devil, but she was so glad to hear that he found a way. "It will take some time."

"I'll be alright." She assured him.

He cupped her cheek and leaned down, bringing his lips close to hers. Heaven closed her eyes as she felt his hot breath against her lips. She waited, but nothing happened. When she opened her eyes again, she found herself in bed.

"No!" She sat up, frustrated.

This was unfair!

"What is wrong?" Her grandmother spoke, sitting up on the bed as well.

Oh, she woke her up.

"Nothing." She blurted.

Heaven took her hand and Tezznin teleported them to what looked like a throne hall. The hall was dark like the rest of the castle, with the same shades of red, black and grey. The walls were covered with strange symbols and frightening illustrations. There were painting of hell, people getting punished in gruesome ways, blood, naked bodies and monsters. _{freёwebnovel.com}