Zarin was full of guilt. It was eating him from the inside, and he was getting angrier and more frustrated with every passing moment. This morning he had gone to castle to bring the letters Heaven's parents wrote to her.
When he met her mother, she had taken his hands in her own and looked at him pleadingly. "Heaven will be home soon. Come back with her." She had told him. "We will be waiting for you."
Why would they wait? He wasn't coming back. He was tired of everyone being kind to him. He was tired of this guilt. He wanted to get rid of it.
He looked at the letters in his hands. He wanted to give them to Heaven, but he didn't know why he was hesitating.
"You know what is stopping you." Tezz appeared in his mansion with her usual knowing smirk. "Maybe deep down you don't want her to leave." She said, walking around the chair where he sat.
Of course, she knew what he wanted deep down. It was her job. Zarin just wanted someone to accept him the way he was now, and Heaven was right here.
He was torn between wanting to help her and wanting to get rid of his guilt and make her stay. Change her mind about him and this place.
"You want to help Heaven to what end? Do you think helping her will make her think positively of you?"
No. He had broken her heart too many times.
"Well, that is true." Tezz agreed with his thoughts. "A broken pot will never be the same, even after it is repaired."
Heaven's feeling for him would never be the same. The terrible things he did would never be erased from her mind.
"What should I do?" He asked.
"It is up to you. You can either give her the letters and help her get back home, which you won't succeed to do. Or you could use the skills you have learned to make her stay. You are not the old Zarin anymore. You have power and skills now. You can do things for her that you couldn't before."
Zarin knew he shouldn't listen to her. The right thing would be to help Heaven, but he really wanted to show her what he had achieved while he was here. He wanted to impress her. He wanted to show her that he wasn't a little boy anymore. He was no less than Zamiel.
Tezz left him alone with his thoughts and went to train Heaven. Zarin kept going back and forth on what he wanted to do. He didn't want Heaven to lose the light in her eyes, but what if she lost it? What kind of person would she be? Would she be more accepting of him? He would never find out unless she changed.
When he knew her training had ended, he went to find her, but she wasn't in her room. He looked around the castle until he found her with Rhys.
Rhys was known as the seducer. He was good at bringing out people's most hidden sexual desires.
Zarin became angry when he saw him holding Heaven. "Let her go!" He ordered.
Rhys obeyed his command, but showed dislike before he disappeared. Heaven turned to him with a look of surprise on her face. He felt powerful in that moment.
"Heaven." He walked up to her. "Are you alright?"
"Yes, I am fine." She said.
There were so many questions in her eyes when she looked at him. Maybe he would take this opportunity to invite her to his home.
"Zarin, what happened to your eyes? What is all this about?" She asked.
"Why don't you have lunch with me and I'll explain everything." He told her.
Once he brought her to his home, he felt satisfied to see the surprised look on her face. He knew his home was impressive. The devil knew how to make any place look luxurious.
"You live here?" She asked, but it sounded more like a statement than a question. Almost as if she had to say it out loud to process it.
"Yes." He replied.
She walked around with her hands behind her back. It reminded him of her father. Something about her demeanor had changed. The way she walked, spoke, and carried herself was slightly different. She seemed more observant, more careful, and her face remained neutral as she studied her surroundings. Even though her eyes and body showed exhaustion, her posture was strong.
His father had once told him that hardship and pain changed people. Either for the better or the worse.
When she had scolded him yesterday, it was different from the previous times; she scolded him. This time, rather than hurt in her voice, there was power in it.
Her eyes had been firm. She had figured out his true intentions, and she showed him that she would accept no more lies. She's had enough and she wouldn't let anyone hurt her anymore. And here he was, still going back to being a bad friend.
Lunch was served, and they sat at a large table opposite of each other.
"I delivered the letters to your parents and Zamiel." He began.
"Were they alright?" She asked.
He nodded. "They were fine. They were happy to receive your letters." He said.
She nodded thoughtfully. "Did you see your parents?"
He shook his head, but she already knew the answer. It was as if she could see through him now. She made him nervous.
"It seems like you decided to stay here." She said calmly.
"I like it here. It is not a bad place like you think." He told her.
It was a bad thing to say after what she went through, and he expected her to get angry at him, but her expression remained the same. It was difficult to know what she was thinking. How would he convince her when she didn't reveal her emotions?
She was acting like her father right now. Calm, calculating and observant. Was these some ruler qualities she had learned or did she just change into this person?
"What happened to your eyes?" She asked, ignoring his previous comment.
"It is my demon being more visible." He said.
Lothaire had told him that there was a way he could become more powerful. By killing his human side, his demon would be more dominant. Zarin didn't hesitate and agreed to the idea. If the devil wanted to kill him, he wouldn't make up excuses.
But one thing came as a big surprise. Zarin had only thought he would have to deal with painful death, but he didn't know the recovery was worse. It was agonizing. But it was worth it. Now he was more demon, more powerful, and the gold freckles in his eyes were because he was a descendant of a fire demon. The fire in his eyes would only be slightly visible as gold freckles.
"What do you mean?" She asked.
"I killed my human side to be more demon." He told her.
Not only a demon. He became a high rank demon. He worked hard to get where he was. Yes, he did terrible things, but like the devil said. They made their choices. He only made sin appealing.
Since he already became this person and he worked so hard to get where he was, why would he stop? Why not make Heaven want to stay here?
Zamiel wouldn't be able to win against the devil, anyway. So Heaven would stay here no matter what. He was only helping her be happy.