CHAPTER 126

Selaphiel the Fallen had held her daughter’s shoulders as she brought her to safety. What she meant by safey was a two-layered shadows weaved by Grand Duke Beelzebub the Glutton in one swing and a ground with black feathers for her daughter to rest while she would skin Michael herself. She knew that she told her ex husband that she would be the one to kill the arch angel or else she would strangle the grand duke herself – no pun intended. “M-Mother?”

It was the second time that Maleficent called her mother just to make sure that she was not hallucinating. The second time her mother hummed, she knew right there and then that the one cradling her was indeed her mother who had come for her. A sigh of relief escaped from her chapped lips before her wings vanished into thin air – fully surrendering to the exhaustion that plugged her body. It was such a wonder how strong she felt earlier at the face of her enemy but when her mother cradled her, it was as if her limbs had turned in