Married to the Devil's Son Chapter 298: 175

Heaven was sleeping in Zamiel’s arms after a long day of talk and cries. Despite being in pain, her grandmother had been happy to be surrounded by her family. She even managed to sit up for a while to talk and laugh with them. Heaven was glad that her grandmother was in a better place. At least she wasn’t hurting emotionally together with the physical pain. 

Her grandfather seemed to go through his own struggles. Before he left, his eyes had been blank. Like he was still in shock. Even though Heaven felt a little bad for him, she hoped this would make him realize how quickly and easily you could lose the people you loved. She hoped this would open his eyes, but she didn’t hope too much. 

Heaven was mostly grateful to the water demon for taking care of her grandmother. Her grandmother had told her about him and how they became good friends. Heaven would guess the demon saw her as more than a friend. 

Her friend Zarin had come to see her when he found out. All he did was hug, and that was all she needed sometimes. No words, nothing. Just acknowledging her pain. Ilyas came to give her his condolences. 

He told her that he had caught some of the witches and that they would find the rest. Heaven didn’t like revenge, but these demon hunters needed to disappear if they were going to hunt and kill demons. 

She had no doubt that Zamiel, now even her grandfather and Euphorion, would punish them accordingly. 

Turning in bed, she looked at Zamiel. She was glad he could sleep after this stressful day. How she wished he hadn’t gone through this pain. This was too much pain in a lifetime. She still had a hard time believing it. There must be something good that happens to him. He was always going through hell. 

Kissing him, she tried to sleep, but couldn’t. Her heart felt too heavy. She tried to push the bad thoughts to the back of her mind, but didn’t succeed. Just lying in bed and forced to deal with her emotions, she heard voices outside. 

Callum’s voice sounded rushed as he spoke to her guards. They had spotted the enemy marching toward the castle from afar. Heaven had almost forgotten about the war. Of course, the enemy would attack at night. 

Quickly she got out of bed and if she thought Zamiel was asleep she was wrong. He was fully awake. And he knew what was going on. 

“Heaven. I can take care of them.” He said, sitting up. 

She knew he could just destroy them all with a wave of his hand, but that wouldn’t help her in becoming a general. She also felt like doing something and keeping herself occupied to not lose her mind. She wanted to fight. Lying in bed just made her thoughts go places that made her sad. 

“I will take care of it,” she said, going to the door. 

She opened and peeked outside. “Callum.” 

“My Lady. The enemy is here.” He said. 

“Call for a meeting. I will be there soon.” And then she closed the door. 

Using magic, she lit the candles and looked for her armor. It was to go back to duty. 

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Zamiel watched Heaven as she put her armor on. He could tell that she was looking for distraction. He could feel her uneasiness as he held her in his arms while in bed. She couldn’t sleep and she wasn’t feeling well despite saying she was. He knew she was still grieving. Zamiel didn’t want to grieve. He was happy he found Heaven alive, because he had been so scared of losing her, even so, as soon as he was alone, he had cried in silence. He couldn’t help it. 

Now he just wanted to be happy that Heaven was alive, but she wasn’t happy. She was hurting, and he was hurting with her. She had been through a lot, and he hated to see her suffer every time. Maybe he had been right from the beginning. She was better without him. There wasn’t much he could do for her. 

Once she was fully dressed, she turned to him. “I have to go,” she said. 

He nodded, but he wasn’t letting her leave alone. He made himself invincible and followed her every step. The grieving gave her a different attitude. She looked more serious and very firm with her words. But it was mostly the look in her eyes. Zamiel hoped it would disappear, eventually. He didn’t like it, but it worked to her advantage when giving orders to the men. 

Zamiel went to see how things were going outside and if he needed to interfere, but Heaven and her men seemed to have everything under control. Soldiers fell into traps, got burned, got shot by arrows, and no one managed to go through the walls and the gatehouse. 

While the defences were standing strong, Heaven prepared for an additional attack to eliminate the enemy once and for all. When most of the enemy were taken down by the defences, Heaven and her army left through a secret passage and out to fight the remaining forces. 

Zamiel watched up from the top of the castle, keeping his eyes on Heaven. It was fascinating to see her riding in full force with a sword in her hand. He could see the fury from the way she swung her sword at the enemy, not giving them a chance to attack. She rode through like a storm and struck like lightning. Zamiel didn’t even realize that he was smiling proudly. 

It was only a matter of time before they defeated the enemy and the soldiers cheered loudly in victory as they marched back to the castle. The gates opened to welcome the soldiers, and everyone surrounded them to celebrate. 

Zamiel watched from the shadows and listened to the soldiers praising Heaven for her leading ability and her fighting skills. Hopefully, this victory would bring a little joy back into her eyes. 

Asking Ilyas to watch over her, he went to fulfill his plans with Lucifer. He never thought he would team up with him, but this time, they had a common goal. Wipe out demon hunters from the face of earth. 

By torturing the few that they got their hands on, they hold on the rest. Zamiel didn’t care how long it took to chase them down. He never wanted another couple to suffer or another innocent child to be killed again. 

“So what do you want to do now?” Lucifer asked. 

“Do you know of the Impaler?” Zamiel asked. 

Lucifer nodded. “Impressive man, but I didn’t think you were that kind.” 

He was a demon as well. His demon was just resting mostly, but when awakened, then it is ready to cause trouble. Hopefully, he would be able to control it. His mission wasn’t to only destroy. He wanted to send a warning. 

“We will hang their burned bodies for the witches to see.” Zamiel said. 

“Sounds good. Adding horror stories to witches’ history. Let’s make it dramatic.” Lucifer suggested. 

Zamiel had nothing against it.