Married to the Devil's Son novel Chapter 197

Chapter 197 - 74

"The first to apologize is the bravest. The first to forgive is the strongest. The first to forget is the happiest"

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"What slowed down her healing?" Zamiel asked.

"I am not sure. I just overheard her speak to father. She said she found the thing that slowed down her healing ability. She would kill herself with it. Give herself a severe injury that would take longer to heal. If she died before she could heal, then she would achieve her goal." Ilyas explained.

His explanation made both of them frown. Demons could only die by a stab in the spine, but they could heal from any other injury. Ancients couldn't die by a stab in the spine, but any severe injury could kill them if their healing slowed down. And only one thing could make their healing slow down. Or one person.

No wonder ancients were considered immortal. To find that one thing among everything else in the world seemed impossible. That is why ancients went into deep slumber instead of chasing that one thing that could end their life.?Find authorized novels in , faster updates, better experience, Please click #’s-son_14205835806705305/chapter-74_51332822945808773 for visiting.

"How old were you then?" Zamiel asked.

"Sixteen." Ilyas said then frowned. "Are you planning on moving on?" He looked almost concerned.

Zamiel chuckled. "No. I plan to stay for a very long time." He said.

"Is Heaven in some danger?" He asked.

He understood why Ilyas was concerned. Zamiel had told him to guard Heaven closely. Keep an eye on her all the time and pay closer attention to find anything odd. With the nightmares going on, Lucifer might already decide to take his next step, and Zamiel wanted to be prepared so he could protect Heaven.

It seemed like danger followed the people he loved everywhere. Maybe he was bad luck.

"She might be. I'll take over now. You may go rest." He told him.

Ilyas nodded. "I'll take my leave then." He said standing up and just like him he vanished into smoke.

Zamiel leaned back on the couch. That Heaven could hurt him made him worry for Heaven and not for himself. He had gone through worse than death.

He was not afraid of death. Death should be afraid of him.

What he feared was losing Heaven. To fail to protect the woman he loved, again.

"Zamiel!" Suddenly Heaven shrieked his name, startling him.

Within a second, he was by her side.

She sat on his bed, eyes wide with fear and her face pale and covered with sweat. When she saw him, she jumped out of bed and wrapped her arms around him, hugging him tightly.

"You are alright." She breathed, her voice shaky.

She pulled back, panicking. She touched his body everywhere, as if making sure he was whole. "You are alright." She kept repeating.

Zamiel grabbed her wrists to stop her. "Heaven. I am alright." He assured her.

She looked up at him with those fearful eyes. "But… I just killed you." She said.

He smiled at her. "It is alright. You do it all the time. Every time you kiss me, hold me or just smile at me, I die. And then you bring me back to life doing the same."

Her eyes softened, and she sobbed. "It is not the time to be romantic." She said.

"I am sure he is. But he is a father. Being worried comes before being proud." _{fɾeeweɓnѳveɭ.com}