Married to the Devil's Son novel Chapter 262

Chapter 262: 139

"Are you ready?" Zamiel looked at Euphorion, who had managed to dress decently this time.

"I don't know how you can wear this." He complained while adjusting his shirt.

Water demons covered parts of their bodies with what looked like fish scales, so he could understand that this kind of clothing was a unique experience for Euphorion. He had probably not been on land for too long.

"Well, I think I am ready now." He said, giving up at last.

Zamiel looked at his blue hair. "You need to do something about that."

Euphorion changes his hair to a golden color.

"And the nails." Zamiel added.

Euphorion's nails were too long, and that wasn't even his demon claws.

He looked at his hands. "No human will see them." He assured. "Anything else?"

"Yes. You forgot the shoes."

Euphorion stared at his bare feet. "I don't need them." He said.

"I know but it is strange to walk around barefoot."

Without a word, Euphorion slid his feet into the pair of shoes that Zamiel gave him, and then they were both ready to leave.

Euphorion was like a child who had never been outside. To be fair, he hadn't been on land for a very long time, and things looked much different now.

Zamiel would always feel a bit misplaced every time he woke up to a changed world after a deep slumber. Euphorion must feel the same now, but worse.

He would be fine in a while. Demons were very quick to learn and adjust because of all the information available through the human mind.

Zamiel showed him around until Euphorion was satisfied and then they went into a tavern to have something to eat and drink.

Wherever they went, they drew too much attention. As soon as they went into the tavern, it became quiet and all gazes turned toward them.

Curious, mesmerized and lustful gazes stared at them and Zamiel could hear what was running through a few people's minds.

"Oh, they are lustful." Euphorion pointed, also able to hear their thoughts.

One intoxicated male whistled and gestured for him to come with a finger, and the other ones sitting at the table laughed. Zamiel gave them a look that made them swallow their own laughter in fear.

The room turned silent as they made their way to a table and sat down.

"Alright. I know I said it is too hot but you are making my teeth shatter." Euphorion whispered.

Zamiel didn't realize what he was doing and stopped.

"I think being without your mate is making you sensitive. I am sure you are used to this." He continued.

Zamiel sighed and relaxed. Everyone in the room eventually relaxed as well and the loud chatter started again.

Euphorion and Zamiel were served food and drinks and Euphorion was still getting used to the cooked food. Ancients rarely needed to eat. It was only for enjoyment, and Euphorion enjoyed certain things more than others. He left all the meat aside and ate the vegetables. It was probably the closest to what they ate in the oceans.

"What is this?" he asked, picking up the bread.

"It is called bread. It is made of things you won't know."

Euphorion took a bite, and then grimaced. "It tastes awful." He said, forcing himself to chew and swallow the piece.

"I don't like it either." Zamiel agreed.

"So what is your plan exactly?" Euphorion asked, this time communicating with him telepathically.

"Maybe you will find her here." Zamiel said, knowing it would annoy him.

Euphorion frowned.

"Maybe your mate isn't a water demon, or a demon at all." Zamiel said.

"What are you implying?"

"What if your mate is on land, but you are always in the waters? And what if she is human?"

Euphorion grimaced. He didn't like the idea. "I am not looking for my mate, and if I happen to find her, I pray it is not a human. Their emotions are unpredictable and it could end up in a heartbreak."

Zamiel understood Euphorions' concerns. Humans weren't bound by the mating bond as demons were.

"There is a risk of getting your heart broken, but it is a risk worth taking."

"You say that because your mate is human." He took a sip from his drink. "And witch. And the devil's granddaughter. What a mixture. Imagine your children."

Zamiel froze. Children? The thought of having a child made him nervous. That extreme, overwhelming love for his child, he could still feel it until today.

His most vivid memory was when his daughter was born, and he held her in his arms for the first time. For a long time that memory was replaced by the one of holding her dead body, but now that he got to meet her he could think of the good memories instead of the bad ones.

"What about you? Don't you want children?" Zamiel asked.

Euphorion chuckled. "Those small being? No. I don't think I can handle them. They are better without me."

Zamiel smiled. This was a common problem with ancients. After living for so long, it was easy to become emotionally detached. To see things as simple or none important. To stop enjoying and appreciating the small things. Ancients could fight other ancients, but innocent beings as children would scare them.

"You and Heaven should just come and live in the ocean." Euphorion said.

His plan was close to that. The ocean was part of the solution.