Chapter 83: Answers And Past (2)

Nevaeh wasn't sure what was happening to her, but she was restless in her unconscious state. She wasn't asleep, but it seemed like she was in a trance of some sort.

"What do you want, little witch?" His lazy yet majestic voice filled the room. His head was tilted to the side and probed up by his hand. His eyes were halfly closed as if he was too lazy to open them to look at her.

Her big round eyes fluttered at the sound of his voice, and so did her heart. "It's Haniel, my Lord." She told him. "But whatever you call me, I'll answer." He opened his eyes and she lowered hers, too shy and afraid to behold his gaze. His eyes were dull and empty, but she felt naked under his gaze. 

She slowly raised her eyes to him when she heard nothing from him. 

"What do you want, witch?" He asked again, this time, his gaze was fixed on her blushed face.

"To know you, my lord." She said.

"I'm not one to be known by a child." He told her and turned his gaze from her, as if he was bothered by her presence.

Nevaeh frowned at his words. She wasn't a child! She was almost of age!.

The scene spun and changed from there. Nevaeh found herself in the woods. He stalked towards her till her back was pressed against the back of an oak tree, his body looming over hers in an predatory manner, and his eyes still held the annoyance and hostility it did every time he saw her.

"Are you scared of me, my Lord?" She asked, staring straight into his colourful eyes.

"Do I look scared?" He asked back and she nodded her head. 

"Your scurry away whenever you see me coming, and you stiffen when my hand brushes against yours. I can't help but think you're scared of me. Are you scared of me or are you scared of maidens, my lord?"

"You're not a maiden, yet." He outrightly told her.

"But I'll be of age in a few days." She told him. Her eyes telling him she was saying the truth. 

Engel silently stared at her. He took a step closer and his eyes changed. Nevaeh gulped in fear when his eyes turned black, but she calmed herself and remained still as she waited for his next action.

He slightly leaned closer, but he quickly stopped himself and sighed. He stepped away from her, and with a tight voice he said, "Stay away from me, little witch. You're too troublesome and stupid for me." 

Nevaeh felt her head become heavy as the scenes kept changing one after another. She wasn't sure where she was, but her head and body seemed to be spinning continuously like a moving carousel. In each memory that came to her, she was chasing after Engel, tirelessly pursuing him till he had no way to evade her.

"My lord, I'll make you mine." She boldly declared.

"You will." He wasn't asking, he sounded like he was convinced of her capabilities. He amusedly stared at the small girl challengingly standing in front of him with sparkling eyes. His eyes had a certain fondness in them as they glowed.

"Yes." She affirmed. "And when I do, you can never get rid of me not even in death."

"You talk too much, little witch."

"Only with you, my lord. But I heard the maids say there are other things you can do with a maiden's mouth. My lord do you care to try?" She innocently asked, making his eyes darken as they fell on her lips.

He sighed and looked away. "You're too brazen for a child. And you should never say such things to a man." 

"But you're not a man." She told him. 

"Then what am I?" He narrowed his eyes and asked. 

"You're my Angel, my lord." 

Again the scene changed, and this time Nevaeh found herself lying in his arms. His gentle gaze caressing and kissing her face, while her fingers trailed every contour of his face.

"You're like an Angel, Engel. Even your name says you are. Lord Engel, the angel who stole my innocent heart."

He chuckled at her words. "Your heart was never innocent, Haniela. And you troubled me too much to ignore you. You are one untamed creature, who has me in it claws." He combed his hand through her sleek black hair.

A warm blush crept over her face. She was pleased with his words. "Then you'll always be at my mercy." She smiled.

He pressed a kiss on her temple. "There's no where else I'd rather be." He tightened his arms around her and pulled her closer. 

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"Engel, I'll make you wings. What about a golden one?" Her brown eye's shone like a sea of stars, showing sheer excitement in them. 

"You don't have the powers for that." He told her, matter of factly.

"Nonsense!" She chided him. "I might be lazy to learn grandmother' spells, but for this present, I'll work harder. You have to take me on a flight, and I'll kiss you in the sky, so the whole world knows that I chased a dark lord and he helplessly fell for me. How exciting would that be!" She chirped.

Engel was always speechless when he comes to her. But he still replied. "Then I'll receive your present well, and wear your wings with pride." 

"You'll always be mine Lord Engel, never forget that." 

Every memory after that were of them spending time together and being happy together in her grandmother's castle. But soon all the happy events faded and troublesome images stared to fill her head.

She found herself running while demons chased her. Her jet black hair moved against the breeze as she ran in the woods. Her gown was terribly torn by the blades of leaves as she has ran past, and her feets felt sore, but she kept running. Everywhere she turned there were demons, but there was no Engel to protect her. 

He was gone. 

Engel had broken his promise and left her, yet she had chased after him to another realm. 

Tears rolled down her eyes as they caught her and dragged her by the hair. She wailed and called his name but no matter how hard she called, he didn't come like he used to and they teleported her away.

Nevaeh's heart slowly began to pound when more scary scenes began to follow one after another, and her body slowly began to fidget. 

She gasped and her eyes flew open when she felt the force that had submerged her pull away from her. Beads of sweat covered her, and her body was cold. 

In her last memory she had seen herself chained in a field of poppies, and Engel had returned to save her. But he was different. He seemed weak and defeated.

"Why did it stop?" She asked the witches who were still hidden in the dark, but their eyes still glowed. She wanted to see and know what was wrong with Engel. She wanted to know why he had left her, where he had been and why he was like that?

"Take me back!" She ordered, but the witches remained quiet. 

"The memories will return, little girl. Don't be impatient." 

"But I..."

"Patience is a virtue, little girl. You should learn to cultivate it."

Nevaeh was sure she had lost all the patience that she had. There was no ounce of it in her, and now, she truly wanted to know more. Ariana had mentioned a Enemy and she had hoped she would see who the enemy was, but nothing happened. 

"What you requested for, you've gotten. Now leave." Another of the witch said. It was the one with the eeriest voice.

Leave? How could she leave? They still hadn't told her what she wanted to know. Other than Engel and her having a history, how was she truly connected to all this? Why was someone after her.

"Can I ask a few more questions?" She anxiously asked.

"More questions. What would you give for them?"

Payment? Nevaeh's mind went to the black coin Araminta had given her. She opened her right palm and stretched out the coin.

"Would this do?" She asked.

"A black coin."

"You have five questions."

Just Five? Nevaeh wasn't sure she could ask all she wanted in just five questions, but she had to.

She calmed herself and asked her first question. "Can I trust, Araminta?" Her question might seemed odd, but she believed it was necessary. If she was in danger here, then she'd need someone to trust and help her. Araminta seemed powerful, but could she could be a foe. But if she was a friend, then at least she'd feel a bit safe knowing there was someone to trust. 

But if she was a friend, then at least she'd feel a bit safe knowing there was someone to trust.

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