Chapter 82: Answers And Past (1)

Nevaeh felt uneasy by Araminta's odd behavior and words, but she calmed herself as her contemplative eyes stared at her.

Araminta seems to be helping her by warning her about a danger she didn't know about, but Nevaeh was still skeptical about the woman's true intentions. Was she a foe or a friend?

What if this was a strategy to lower her guard and trust the enemy? Nevaeh didn't know what to think of this. She believed there was danger lurking around her, but she still couldn't trust anybody.

Araminta glanced at the place Nevaeh was about to go through. It was a smaller tunnel, with narrower paths. "They can be a bit crazy, but they'll do you no harm." Araminta assured her.

Nevaeh looked at the dark and creepy path ahead of her before glancing at the black coin. She had no idea what to do with it, but she felt when the need for it arises, she would know. She gazed at Araminta and nodded her head.

"Thank you." She told her.

Araminta pointed with her chin. "Go ahead."

Nevaeh turned towards the dark path ahead of her. There was no light, so she had to walk through the darkness alone. She had to do it. She clenched the hand that held the coin Araminta had given her as she took a deep breath.

She took slow steps towards the path Araminta had pointed for her. Her legs felt heavy and unreluctant to go with her, but she dragged them along. She looked behind to see Araminta still waiting there. Nevaeh felt heart kept trembling and she took another long shaky breath.

Nevaeh had only stepped past the arch above her, when a yellow burning flame suddenly lit up by her side, making her jolt. She was startled to see a wooden torch burning by her side. Was she supposed to pick it up?

Glimpsing at the dark path ahead of her, she picked it up. Nevaeh had never felt afraid in her life as much as she felt now, but there was no turning back. She walked deeper till she saw a few stairs leading to an even darker place, but she could see a single ray of light sitting on a spot on the ground. She could tell it was a round open space.

Nevaeh glanced around to ensure she was on the right course, but there was no other path around her. She looked back at the ray of light and anxiously lowered her leg to the first step. But the moment she did, the torch in her hand suddenly went off, turning the whole place dark. She jerked as her heart leaped in fear.

Her mouth gaped to say something, but a chilling and eery voice suddenly floated through the room.

"Step into the light, little girl."

Nevaeh stiffened at the sound of the voice. It was feminine, but terrifying as if seeping out of the gates of hell. The already spooky atmosphere suddenly turned inexplicably terrifying. Nevaeh tried to calm her ragged breath, but she utterly failed.

"Into the light, girl." She heard the voice say again, and she nervously lowered the torch in her hand to the floor. Her eyes scanned around the place but she could see nothing. There was only layers of gross darkness, save the spot where the ray light stood.

Nevaeh fearfully walked towards the light, her heart pounding heavily and her eyes cautiously moving around as she stood directly on the ray of light.

"Is it a witch?" A small sharp voice different from the first, echoed through the room. Nevaeh turned her head around when she heard the voice behind her. She snapped her head from side to side, but she saw nothing.

"A scared little unknown creature, perhaps?" Another blood-curdling voice whispered behind her ears, this one different from the others, but terrifying nonetheless. They all sounded close, but no matter how she looked she saw nothing. But the atmosphere felt more spookish and strange.

Nevaeh was certain she had heard three different voices, but there was no figure, or shadow, but their presence could be heavily felt. They were circling her in a taunting manner.

Nevaeh trembling lips parted and she stutteringly spoke. "I.. I'm Nevaeh." She said while her eyes cautiously kept darting around.

"And what do Nevaeh seek?" The horrifying first voice came again.

"My...my past...and answers." Nevaeh replied.

"The past can be dangerous." One of the witches said.

"And sometimes, it's better forgotten." Another added.

"And the past can be very troublesome." The third one chipped. Their voice flowing one after another.

"But...mine seems to be the key...to my presence." Nevaeh said. Her anxiety increased when the room suddenly turned quiet.

"Are...are you..there?" Nevaeh stutteringly asked when the silence prolonged for too long. Her heart was at the verge of rupturing out of her chest.

She shivered when a gush of cold wind swept past her, and three pairs of glowing green eyes appeared in front of her, making her stagger backward, but cold hands gripped her making her freeze.

"Two powers of the five lords." They spoke simultaneously, like their voices were synced.

Powers of the five?

She has seen that before. It was inscribed on the tomb in her dream.

"W...hat is that?" Nevaeh anxiously asked. Nevaeh panicked when they left her hand, but their eyes kept glowing.

"Before creation, and the existence of all creatures of the five realms, a darkness roamed the world. A darkness that held immense powers. Powers that shattered and made alive. Powers that wasted and awaited to be used." One of the Witch said, her eyes glowing even brighter.

Nevaeh's eyes widened when a faint red flame suddenly lit up in the room, and images began to move through it.

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"The one who created all decided to utilize the powers and he made the five lords. Five lords who reigned supreme, making the universe seem like spike of dust." Nevaeh eyes keenly followed the images passing through the fire. There were five dark figures in it, four male and one female.

Another witch continued, "Soon the five realms were formed and each of the masters became a lord over each realm. Guarding and protecting it. They stated the laws that be and the ones that be not. Creatures trembled at their wake, nothing stand in their way. Nothing compared to them."

"They had all powers, except one." The witch paused, and the red flames disappeared, making Nevaeh curiously glance at them.

"Except what?" Her small voice asked.

"The power to create a life."

Nevaeh was astonished by what they've said. She couldn't believe there was such a history. But what has this got to do with her?

Wait! Engel, he was one of the five lords, wasn't he?

Nevaeh was about to ask when one of the witch placed a hand on her head. Nevaeh felt a strange sensation from the inside of her head and her body suddenly felt heavy and darkness suddenly overtook her.

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All eyes were fixed on Kiel the moment he teleported into a room filled with female Angels, but his gaze was solely fixed on Sanaiah who was sitting in their midst chatting about female stuff.

Her lips curved up into a smirk when their gaze met. "What a pleasant surprises, Zadkiel. Done paying for your sins?" Sanaiah asked in a mocking tone but Zadkiel kept quiet.

She smiled as she rose up from her seat. She glanced at the ladies and said, "I must attend to the issues of this guardian before he repels the part of redemption." She jested, her eyes glancing at Keil to watch for his reaction, but there was none.

She teleported out of sight and so did Kiel. They appeared in a small room which belonged to Sanaiah. She poured herself a drink and raised the glass to Kiel.

"Want some?" She asked, but all she got was Kiel's cold eyes.

She sighed. "You're still as boring as ever. I still wondered how you fell from piety." She shook her head and sat on the edge of the bed.

"What do you want?" She glanced at him and asked.

"Nevaeh was taken." He told her.

"So I heard." She replied and took another sip from her wine.

Zadkiel frowned at her nonchalant behavior. "You're an elder."

"She isn't an angel. Let the witches handle their own problem. Don't drag me into this." She sighed. Kiel watched her as she began to take off her robe.

"Sanaiah." He drawled out her name, making her pause her movement.

She turned to him and irritably rolled her eyes.

"What?"

"Do something."

"Like what?" She raised her brows at him. They silently stared at each other before Kiel broke the silence.

"Give Engel his powers back." He told her.

Sanaiah looked at him with incredulity. She short derisive laugh left her lips.

"Give him what? Are really stupid?" She glanced at him with incredulity.

"What powers do I have to take him powers? You all are giving me too much credit." She hissed and continued off her robe, revealing the long white sleeping gown she had on.

She shook her head when she saw the look in his eyes. "Matters concerning Engel should be no concern of yours. His powers are not with me, neither does anyone have it. His wife's return would determine whether he gets them back or not."

"What do you mean?" Kiel furrowed his brows at her.

Sanaiah feigned a yawn as she turned towards her bed. "It means I want to sleep and I want my privacy. Thanks for dropping by Arch angel Kiel." She smiled wickedly at him.

Kiel watched her before he vanished out of sight.

"Tsk, what a busy body.." Sanaiah hissed.

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