Married To The Devil's Son

Heaven could feel the hands that held her firmly before, now shaking as they released her. The guests at the party vanished out of fear and no one was left except for Louis and his men.

The ones holding Zarin released him as well. They all fell to their knees with a simple gesture from Zamiel, who still held Louis' neck.

Blood seeped from the wounds caused by his claws and his pale face soon turned ashy.

"What do you want me to do with him?" Zamiel asked Heaven.

Heaven got up on her feet. She looked at Louis' terrified and pained expression.

"Don't kill him." She said.

She did not want him to stain his hands with blood because of her, but would he listen? The rage in his eyes was something she had never seen before. It looked like he could cause storms and make lightening strike.

"Alright then." He said simply and then tore his head from his body.

Heaven was horrified as Louis' headless body fell to the ground. Zamiel threw his head aside as if it was nothing.

Heaven had never seen something so gruesome. She felt sick by all the blood and flesh. Her stomach turned.

"He is not dead, but he will need his head to heal." He explained calmly.

He suddenly became another person. Someone she hadn't seen before. His actions frightened her.

Like a predator searching for his prey, his gaze swiftly shifted to the other demons. Some of them flinched as if his gaze alone could cause them any harm. Heaven tried not to look at Louis' headless body. Instead her eyes searched for Zarin.

He was gone. Where did he go?

She would think about it later. Now she wanted to make sure Zamiel didn't let his anger control him.

She went and grabbed his wrist to stop him. "No more killing." She whispered.

He turned to her. "I won't kill them." He assured.

"No head separating either."

"Then let me break their bones."

"We were only following our Lord's order." One of them spoke.

Oh no. Now he had Zamiel's attention. Heaven knew she couldn't stop him now. She would just let him deal with them. They deserved some kind of punishment.

Zamiel went to the demon that spoke. Grabbing his jaw, he lifted his face.

"What is your name?" He asked.

"Ilyas." The demon replied.

"You must be young. How old are you?"

"Hundred years, my Lord."

"Your parents?"

"Dead, my Lord."

Zamiel crouched to his level. Heaven wondered what was going on. He was fuming with anger, and now suddenly he seemed curious. "Ilyas. I'll provide you with a new demon Lord. Or shall I say demon Lady?" He turned to Heaven.

Heaven's eyes widened with surprise. Her? And demon Lord? Lady?

No. She shook her head.

"I swear my Loyalty to Lady…"

"Heaven."

"To Lady Heaven." Ilyas completed his oath.

Heaven stood frozen, shocked by the whole situation. Did she just become a demon Lord? She was only nineteen.

Zamiel stood up satisfied and went on to the other demons. "These are useless. May I kill them?" He asked, turning to her.

Shaken by fear, they started to beg before Heaven could reply. "Have mercy on us, my Lord. I will swear my loyalty to Lady Heaven."

The fury returned to Zamiel's eyes. He grabbed one of them by the collar. "You dare lie to me?"

Without waiting for an answer, Zamiel pushed him and turned to Ilyas. "Are any of these worth saving?" He asked.

"No, my Lord." Ilyas replied.

"Kill them then." He ordered him.

Heaven opened her mouth to say something, but Zamiel grabbed her wrist and suddenly they were inside a room she didn't recognize. It wasn't gloomy like the previous one. It was luxurious. This made her think back of the golden coin and necklace. Was this his new home? Where did he get this much wealth from?

She turned to him. The silver in his eyes looked like grey storms. He was still angry.

"Why did you go there?" He asked.

"You promised not to kill them."

He drew in a sharp breath as if trying to calm himself down. "And I didn't. Ilyas did. No one would have to die if you didn't go there."

Was he blaming her now? She was about to get angry but realized it was indeed her fault.

"I-I just wanted to go out. I have done it many times before. I didn't think it would turn out like this." She looked down at her hands.

"Are you alright?" He asked, adapting a softer tone.

She looked up at his gentle gaze. "I just killed two demons." She said.

He caressed her chin with the back of his hand. "I wish you didn't have to do that. But you want to become a ruler."

"I know." This was what her parents were protecting her from. Killing even in self defense felt horrible.

"Come." He led her to the sofa in the room. "Sit."

She was bleeding everywhere and his sofa was clean.

"I'll stain it." She said, but he gave her a light push to sit down.

He looked at her torn and stained dress and then at her wounds. "You won't take your dress off if I tell you."

"No. I am fine." She said while her gaze fell on his bed.

She quickly averted her gaze.

Zamiel chuckled. "You have a wild imagination."

"I am not the one expecting someone to get n.a.k.e.d." She defended herself.

"I don't want you n.a.k.e.d." He said but paused. "I mean... forget it." He suddenly seemed disturbed and annoyed.

"I am sorry." She didn't know exactly the reason he got angry again, but she made plenty of mistakes tonight.

"Do you…" He just looked at her as if he didn't know what to do. "Do you need anything?"

Heaven wondered how she looked. Was it that bad? She wasn't in so much pain, though.

"No. How did you find me?"

He sat next to her, leaned his head back and closed his eyes. "Remember, I still have the urge to bite you. When you are hungry, you can smell food from a long distance."

The idea of being compared to food was somehow disturbing. Or was it the fact that she didn't mind being compared to food that disturbed her? She loved food. Why would she mind the comparison?

She turned and leaned into him. "Then take a bite or I'll torture you until you bite me."

A smile curved his lips, and he opened his eyes. "Only your torture can bring me pleasure at the same time."

"Zamiel. You don't plan to leave me? I hope that is not why you don't want to bite me yet." She had to admit she was worried.

He looked at her for a moment before he spoke. "Heaven, I am old-fashioned. I want to marry you first."

Marry her?! This came as a surprise.

He cupped her face. "The day you are ready to get married, I'll make you mine in every way."