Chapter 88: Return

The air was portentous and formidable as everyone helplessly watched the brooding man, slaughter the demons in front of him in a fit of rage.

His eyes were flaming red like a demon crawled out from the depths of hell, and his fair skin was partly black like the gross smoke coming out from him. The aura about him was far more deadly and stiffling than it has ever been. 

Laila teleported to the unfamiliar place she had sensed them. An abandoned estate somewhere in the outskirt of the city. "What's happening to Engel?" She asked no in particular while she observed the gruesome scene before her eyes. She knew about Nevaeh's adoption, and they were all worried, not just for her but for Engel. The man seemed to be losing his mind. He hasn't slept nor done anything else other than hunt for witches and slay any demon that crossed his path on his search. He was doing anything to get his wife back, and he was slowly losing himself.

Elyon had his worried gaze fixed on Engel not knowing how to respond to Laila. The man has been like this since his wife was taken. He had gone on a rampage since that night. Every second he spent without getting his wife back seems to be pushing him to an edge. 

Elyon looked at the mutilated demons on the ground, and the terribly tortured witch on her knees, almost at the brink of death. Someone had to stop Engel, but who would? No one dares stand before him.

"What is wrong with him?!" Laila snapped when neither Elyon or Zadkiel seemed to be giving her an answer.

Elyon shrugged and sighed. "We don't know." He told her and sighed again. "He seems to be losing his soul or something, I can't say. I have never seen him like this before, neither have I seen an angel like this."

Laila darted her eyes to Engel as she looked at him with horror.

"But he isn't an angel like us." She corrected Elyon. Engel wasn't an angel, but a lord. A lord over the angels, but Elyon tends to see him otherwise. Maybe he had been around him for too long he was beginning to see him as a mere guardian like he was. 

Laila turned to Kiel who for the first time had an expression on his face. A worried frown sat between his brows as he keenly watched Engel.

"Kiel, what's wrong with him?" She asked again. "Why is he like that?" 

"I don't know." He truthfully replied. He had also never seen Engel like this before. The man seemed to be blind with rage, and he's appearance seems to be changing. Laila looked extremely worried at the sight of Engel. 

"I'll call Sanaiah." She said.

"Do not bother. She won't help." Kiel told her. Sanaiah had made it clear she wasn't interested in any of this, neither was she going to help, and Kiel kept wondering why. 

As the authorities over their realm, shouldn't they be concerned about whatever affair affects any one of them even someone like Engel? Why the silence? He wondered.

After his conversation with Sanaiah, he was certain that there were some things going on that he didn't know about. Things regarding, Engel's powers might not be as simple as they've always thought. He had thought Engel had given them up to save his wife, but that seems not to be the case anymore, but he was certain even Engel thought the same. That he has traded his powers to save his wife, and that was the reason why he hasn't torn down the realm in demand of it to go save his wife. He narrowed his eyes as he watched him.

Elyon and Laila seemed to be on a breaking edge as they watched the man in his destructive form, but Kiel calmly watched him. He sighed as he began to approach him, ignoring Laila's call to him. He couldn't let Engel kill one more witch or demon.

"Engel, that's enough." He said. Engel paused for brief moment before he picked up the witch from the floor and suspended her in the air.

"Open a portal." He drawled, but the little witch shook her head as she struggled to breath.

"I...can't." She stuttered out in between gasped breath. Engel's eyes glowed red again, and the witch began to tremble, blood sipping out of her mouth.

"Engel, you have to stop!" Kiel told him again, but the man simply ignored him. Kiel couldn't let him take a soul. Engel might not be a mere angel like them, but he still of their kind, and angels were bound by rules, rules when broken, attracted punishment. Rules set by Engel himself as well as the Elders who now maintained them. Murder with no cause was a sin.

Seeing Engel being unresponsive, Kiel took closer steps towards Engel, but the moment he got in close range with the hue emanating from him, his face wrenched as he clenched his jaws. He felt the power of a thousand force pulling him to his knees but he bit his lips and with great difficulty he teleported to his front, standing between him and the witch but careful enough to avoid that deadly hue coming from him.

"Kiel!" Laila yelled out his name. What was he doing?!

"You have to stop." Kiel told the man before him. 

Engel slowly glanced at him. His face was calm but there was a lethality hovering around him. His cold and lifeless eyes revealed the anger in them. "Stop?" Was all he asked.

"Yes. Look at yourself, Engel. Something is happening to you, something you shouldn't ignore."

"She is the only thing I can't ignore." Engel dourly said.

"And when she returns, what would she return to? Her husband or someone more terrifying than all she'd ever seen? So be calm, Engel. We'll find her and bring her home."

"I can't be calm!" Engel roared in a fit of anger. "She's all I have and live for, and someone took her from me, again! So tell me how can I be calm?!" 

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Kiel stood still and quiet not sure how to respond to him. He could see the anguish in Engel's eyes, but there was nothing he could do. He had looked for a witch who could open a portal but he still hadn't found one.

"You'll get her back." Were the only words he could say.

Engel was about to say something, when he felt a faint familiar connection. Engel looked at the witch in front of him and quickly teleported away leaving the others confused as well as worried.

Where was he going to?

....

Engel's little demon?

Nevaeh was confused by Araminta's words. She watched as she let the man lose from the chains holding his.

"Come give a hand." Araminta told Nevaeh who warily walked inside the cell and offered a hand to hold the lean looking man upward. Standing by the man's side, Nevaeh felt a weird familiar sense. She looked at his face, but the dungeon was dark so she couldn't make out his face.

Nevaeh suddenly heard a weird sound echoing around the dungeon and hurrying footsteps coming from towards them. Her heart skipped as she panickly looked at Araminta who had a mocking smile on her face. "So slow." She hissed. 

Nevaeh didn't need to be told what was going on, they must have discovered either she or Araminta was gone. This was the time for Araminta to do something, but why was she smiling. Nevaeh held her breath.

She sighed when Araminta stretched out her hands and opened a portal. They had only stepped in when an angry voice echoed behind them. 

"Stop Araminta." Herilda's voice rang across the place. She was livid.

Araminta curved her lips and blew her kiss. "You'll have to make me, baby. Ah! Humans call adults baby, do you know that?" She raised a brow at her. 

"Araminta!" Queen Herilda roared and her hands moved. Nevaeh caught sight of something flying towards them, but Araminta deftly pushed her and the man into the portal causing them to fall through, as she quickly closed the portal. 

Nevaeh winced when she scrapped her hand on a hard surface. It was a tarred road. Her eyes quickly looked around and the first thing she saw was the familiar building in front of her. It was Engel's house. 

She snapped her head to look at Araminta and that was when she saw blood dripping down her shirt. A small knife was stuck in her arm.

"Araminta, yo.. you're wounded." She stuttered.

"Am I?" Araminta innocently asked as she casually pulled out the blade and scoffed. 

"That old hag!" She cussed. 

Nevaeh didn't know what to say. Araminta was strange.

She looked at the half woken man lying on the floor, she could see his face clearly. He was a young and fine man who looked very frail and worn out. There were horrible injuries all over him.

"Who is this?" She asked again. Araminta didn't give her a proper answer before, and this time she did as she replied.

"Your butler."

Her butler? 

Did she mean Engel's butler, Mr Simon? Wasn't Mr Simon an old man? Nevaeh froze it finally dawned on her. 

"Th..is is Mr Simon?" She asked with widened eyes, which grew even wider when Araminta nodded. Nevaeh was yet to respond, when she felt a presence behind her and a faint whisper of her name. 

"Nevaeh?"

Nevaeh's heart skipped when she heard that voice. It was him, Engel.. That was his voice.

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