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"Why didn't you ask, Engel?" Elyon asked when they teleported to his place. Dale stood by the window with his hands buried deep in his pockets and his eyes fixed at nothing in particular as they gazed at the open sky. He could still hear Sanaiah's voice in his head. How he hated that woman.
Not just her, he hated every Elder. He hated their very existence. They were supposed to be the hand of authority for creatures like them, but he felt they weren't deserving of the position given to them. He had no one but himself to blame for his predicament, but he wanted to blame them. They had sat and watched while he lost her.
"Engel." Elyon called again, but he remained unanswered. He turned to Zadkiel who lolled on the sofa with that permanently etched stoic look on his face, and it was obvious he also had nothing to say.
He sighed and vanished to his room when it seemed none of them was ready to say anything.
Zadkiel remained on his spot, his eyes fixed on Engel's back.
"Sanaiah has always been known to be torturous with words." He said as he walked towards him.
He stopped by his side and looked at the sun setting far in the sky, before glancing at Dale. "If you must protect her, and you don't desire their help, then you must seek what you want on your own." Engel turned towards him.
"I don't believe the sacrifices you made makes you weak. If it all, it shows your real strength. She might want your head when she has knowledge of what you've done, but I believe her soul hasn't changed." Dale was surprised to hear such words from him. He wasn't the type to say such encouraging words as he always remained aloof and unperturbed by whatever happened with them.
"I can't protect her, if I don't know what they've made her. I don't know what she is."
"Then maybe you should ask her." Zadkiel replied.
Dale's eyes narrowed at him. Ask her? She seemed clueless to stuff like this. She was more human than any human he had seen. He could feel the humanity in her. He had walked among humans for a while, but he had felt less humanity with each day that passed by, but with her, it was different. He could feel something whenever he was with her. He could feel and taste her fears whenever she tried to be brave around him. The thumping of her heart the moment he walks into the room hasn't missed his attention not for once. She even cared for a demon. Though he tries not to be obvious, he sees everything she does in the house. So, he really doubted she had any idea about who she was. She had seen a wall full of portraits of her, yet she had no questions. Maybe she does, but he thinks she must have thought of it as a human romantic gesture.
"I don't think she knows." He concluded.
"Then you should find out. If Sanaiah is right that they'd come for her, then even your home wouldn't be safe for her, and without your powers you can't protect her."
Engel sighed and looked out the window again. He turned around to leave when Zadkiel spoke up again. "The spell would be reactivated soon, and her nightmare will return. We have to look for the witch." He said before Dale teleported himself out.
Dale appeared in the living room of his house. He listened for her heart beat, and the even and steady sound of it told him she was asleep.
"Master Dale." Simon appeared and bowed to him.
"You don't have to be too formal. She isn't here." Dale said.
"I'm sorry." Simon bowed to him again. Dale looked at him and smiled. "This form truly suits you, it makes you more...loyal."
"It makes my body ache." Simon sighed as he tried to flex his muscles, making Dale chuckle.
"It's only for a while." Dale gave him a pat on the shoulder while Simon nodded.
Dale teleported to the room where she laid like the true beauty she was. He walked closer to her. The even, steady rise and fall of her chest as she slept felt mesmerizing. He lowered himself and brushed the hair off her face.
"You sleep like an angel." He smiled.
His fingers gently and cautiously trailed her face so as not to wake her. She stirred in her sleep, but he whispered into her ears making her to fall deeper into sleep. Her gentle face and almost parted lips made her look more innocent and adorable. He felt his heart at ease at the sight of her.
"I'm sorry." He said. He held her hand and placed a kiss on it. "I'll make it right this time." He said. His brows furrowed when he saw the cut on her hand again. It remained the same. Unhealing.
Elyon had gone in search of someone who could help her, but he had only returned with a powerless one, just like himself, who could only provide her with a temporary cure. She had said the remembering spell could only be broken by the person who had cast it. But Dale feared whoever it was must be a powerful witch and beings of that kind were difficult to find. They had powers to live in the shadows without been found. What a time for him to lose the powers that could help her. He felt he was about to relive the same cycle, but he wouldn't let it happen.
He kissed her cheeks again before disappearing back to the sitting room where he saw Simon.
"Can you find the witch?" He asked.
"I think I can." Simon replied in a not so confident tone, but he couldn't say no. He felt slightly guilty for what had happened to her, as she had been under his care. He should have insisted on going with her, but he had been so foolish.
"I guess you were. But there's no need to beat yourself. Help me and the find witch." He told him while Simon nodded.
"What if she asks?"
"I'll give an excuse for you."
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Nevaeh was surprised when she woke up with no Dale by her side. She felt slightly relieved to miss out on the routine torture he cursed her with. For the first time she felt relieved having not to deal with her overpowering and wanton emotions when her supposed seducing husband was around.
She hurried into the bathroom to get herself ready, and she was even more grateful when he didn't return at that time. He had not interrupted her whenever she was getting herself ready, but she had always felt nervous. Hoping he wouldn't walk in on her like he did some days ago.
She walked to the kitchen in search of Mr Simon but she was surprised to be greeted by his absence. He was always there at this time. She was about to go check the dinning room when she saw Dale standing behind her. She almost jumped her skin at the sight of him.
How was he always doing that? Sneaking up on her like some ghost.
"Good morning." She greeted.
"Good morning."
"Where's Mr Simon?" She quickly asked.
"He's on a break."
"Break?" That was unexpected.
"He'd be back in a few days or maybe sooner." He told her.
"Is he fine? Did he fall sick?" Nevaeh almost felt she saw a smile almost break out on his face, but he didn't.
"He isn't sick, and believe me, he can never fall sick." Nevaeh frowned at his words. She didn't believe there was a human that could ever sick. And Simon was middle aged man that would be prone to sickness because of his age.
"Come on, let's have breakfast together." He told her, making her more surprised. She wondered if he had made breakfast for her, but one look at the breakfast table she was convinced he had no hand in it's making. It was obviously Simon's work. And again, she wondered if he was okay.
Nevaeh focused her attention on her food. She tried not to look at him as they ate, least he made her choke on her food with his gaze or his hand. He could barely keep them to himself.
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