Chapter 79: First Sacrifice.

Engel stood in the midst of dead demons strewn around the floor, their bodies brutally cut into shreds, his eyes were an obsidian black, and black smoke emanated all around him. His face was just as dark and grim as his eyes, he looked like he would explode the next second out of his fury.

Zadkiel carefully watched while he maintained a reasonable distance from him, his brows tightly furrowed into a deep frown. He looked at the havoc Engel had created and his eyes narrowed deeper.

All the trees surrounding Engel had been turned to shred just like the demons around him, with their major parts shattered to dust.

Kiel had heard the rumors that the hue emanating from Engel was a life force itself, as well as a destroying power, but he hadn't experienced it, until now. He had only seen him emit it, but he had never used it before, and not in this fashion.

Engel had slaughtered all the demons without lifting a finger. The black smoke surrounding him had moved and shred them to pieces like million swords had been cut through each of them, but Engel was that sword. His frown deepened again as he kept watching him.

Engel clenched his fists as his shoulders trembled. He couldn't shake off what has happened. He had heard her voice. He had heard her desperately call out to him, but he was too late, again. Engel felt immense rage pulsing through his veins, his heart was clenching and throbbing in a sporadic manner, and he felt he could die. He was furious beyond words. His furiosity wasn't because she has been taken away, but because he has failed her again. He was currently helpless and useless, again.

His eyes had caught a glimpse of the portal before it closed and disappeared, but he couldn't save her. He clenched his hand even tighter and the black smoke coming from him tilted higher till they covered his shoulders.

"Get someone who can open a portal, I'll burn that realm to the ground." He drawled, his words were dangerously slow, and his tone was hard and chilling like a wounded beast hungry to exert it's wicked revenge on his enemies with a sinister desire to punish them to no end.

"You should let them help her." Kiel said from behind him. His eyes stayed on Engel expecting a response but there was none, so he continued. "She is just human, Engel, and humans are frail and weak. Her mind might not be able to withstand the daily revelations she might encounter. You can't predict how far she could keep sane in the days to come, but maybe her kindred might help her. They can help her learn differently and even faster. And you can use the time to seek ways to regain your powers."

They both knew where she had been taken to, and in Kiel's opinion, it was best if she remained there for a while, atleast until Engel was able to regain his powers, and Nevaeh could truly grasp the things happening around her, and the ones yet to happen.

Engel slowly turned towards the man. His face and eyes void of any brightness. There was only darkness, but under his monsterous gaze, Zadkiel didn't flinch. His sharp and inscrutable look was perfectly maintained on his face as he stared at the brooding man.

"Two days, Zadkiel." Was all Engel said.

Understanding what he meant, Kiel replied. "It won't be enough." Engel was giving him two days to find a witch who could open a portal, but that wouldn't be easy. The witches were crafty beings. And of all creatures of the five realms, they were the craftiest. Hiding away in their realm was one thing they had perfected for years. They'll never allow a witch powerful enough to open a portal stay outside the realm. They could be caught and used to invade their home hence why only half witches were allowed to stay on the human realm.

'Not enough.'

To Engel, two days without her was an eternity. He had not waited for millennials to lose her for a minute. The anguish which he felt in the years he waited was no where near what he has been enduring in the last half hour. He could endure not seeing her when she wasn't here, but now that he had seen her, felt her breath, heard her voice and tasted her lips, he couldn't stay an hour without her in his line of sight.

Kiel frowned deeper when a streak of red light suddenly flashed through Engel's eyes, briefly sparkling around his iris, but it disappeared as soon as it came.

"Engel, you should stop the killing. Something's happening to you." Though his voice was calm, there was hint of worry subtly buried behind his words.

"I do not seek salvation, angel."

"But you should. Do not forget who your enemy is." Zadkiel reminded him making Dale's face change. He looked fiercer than he already did. There was no trace of calmness or rationality in him, but Kiel still challengingly stared at him.

Engel was momentarily concerned about her whereabouts, but he seems to be missing the bigger picture. Whether he needed to be redeemed or not wasn't a matter of debate. Redemption were for angels like himself who had sinned and have been stripped of their powers, and Engel wasn't like him or Elyon. But he also needed it. He might have voluntarily given up his powers for a prize, but the rules of redemption could still be applied to him. He might not get it all, but he could get what was necessary for him.

Without his powers he could lose her again, and he was already on his way to doing so, especially if he became weaker by continuously going on a killing spree. He had given up his powers to bring her back, but what more could he give if he lost her again? She'd be gone for good. Nothing!

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Kiel still believed it might be beneficial to them and to Nevaeh if she stayed in the witches realm, but looking at the man's face he knew it wasn't possible. He suddenly turned around to leave. He didn't have the strength to deal with a stubborn creature. He had said to him more words than he has ever said in a hundred years. He stopped and glanced at Engel again.

"Bringing her back is one thing, keeping her alive is another. You have brought her back, so it is your responsibility to keep her alive. Don't forget she made the first sacrifice to protect you." He said before he vanished away.

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WITCHES REALM

Nevaeh looked at the lady before her with an indescribable gaze. Was she truly complaining about spelling her? What right did she even have to complain? She was the one who had been spelled, and she was the one who had suffered from several night mares, and sleeplessness. And she dares complain?

Nevaeh combed her eyes across the people around and she noticed the amused smile on their faces as they looked at her forearm. This wasn't supposed to be funny, so why were they laughing? Nevaeh suddenly felt wronged, but could she complain? No.

These witches weren't mentally stable. She concluded in her mind. But they were very pretty, especially the one standing by her side and the one standing in front of her.

She had thought the queen was the prettiest, but this one, she was on another of level being pretty. she was an ethereal beauty. The first time they had met, she had left quite an impression on her. The queen was a gracious beauty who could make heads turn, and make men hush at her presence, but this one had a wild beauty. One that was solely coined to taunt the heart of anyone who set eyes on her. Her wild green eyes made her look a bit above the others, secretly revealing just how wild she was, and also how interesting she could be.

Her brows involuntarily narrowed when the woman suddenly smiled at her and stretched out her hand. "Pardon my manners Nevaeh, my name is Araminta."

Nevaeh looked at her hand not sure she should accept it. The last time she had held her hand, she went home with a spell.

As if reading her mind, Araminta rupt out a round of laughter making her green eyes shine beautifully. "I won't hurt you again, and I'm sorry I traumatized the last time. I won't spell you again." She said as she moved her hand a little closer.

Nevaeh hesitated a bit more before reluctantly receiving her hand. She gasped when the lady suddenly pulled her closer and threw her arms around her shoulder like they had been best of friends.

"So tell me little one, have you seen any bad boy angel around that husband of yours, hmm?" She playfully wriggled her brows at her. Nevaeh was startled by her question. Confusion whirled around her eyes as she looked at the young lady. What bad boy angel?

Araminta cocked a brow when she saw Nevaeh's dumbfounded reaction. "You haven't seen any?"

Nevaeh wasn't sure if she should respond to this, but she slowly shook her head.

Araminta frowned in disappointment. "Damn those angels, they always hide the best stuff, but I'm sure I'll lay my hands on a pretty one soon. Ah! the things I'll do!" She cried out dreamily.

"Araminta!" Queen Herilda chided, making Araminta flashed her an innocent smile.

"I'm sorry. I was only thinking out loud." She apologized before turning back to Nevaeh who was looking at her skeptically.

"By looks we are almost similar in age, so I'll show you around with my little niece, of course. Feel free to look at the men, I'm sure one might catch your fancy. Don't be scared to be free, what happens in the witches realms stays in the witches realm." Araminta playfully winked.

Nevaeh looked at her with incredulity. Was she promiscuous or was she always like this?

Infact, she doesn't care. She was certain this witch was clearly not normal!

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