Chapter 62
Third Person’s POV
Children does things that are rather childish. It’s a given. They are after all, kids.
They often misbehave or purposely anger their parents just to get their attention at times. But there are stuff that goes too far and needs intervention.
Yaweh is just a simple God. He loves his creation and his children, his angels that are his sons and daughter and there is no exception to that. But at the same time, Yaweh also wants his children to stay in the right path—his path, the one that he carved out of solid stones. The one that will not sway them from temptations. He is also the kind of person who would choose the safety and the security of the many. In the moral dilemma situation, he would have a clear answer without even batting an eyelash.
Lucifer was an example. He was growing in power and was starting to see beyond the walls of the pat
Chapter 63 I want to cut the tie that threads you to your father and reintroduce you to the thread of the source. “I beg your pardon?” I asked with a confused face. Did I hear that right? Cutting my ties? Experimenting with my children? This is a lot more than what I had expected. “I mean what I said.” Hades says with a serious face, completely devoid of any emotions that would give away his intent. “I need your consent on this. You’re the personification of light, the Source’s light and you are hindered by your connection with your father.” He explained which made my brows furrow. This is risky. “Have you not realize that I am pregnant? This is too much risk! We could hurt the babies. And experimenting?! My children are not cattle that you can easily poke and probe.” I turned towards the teapot that’s currently coming to a rolling boil, breathing in and out to calm myself. I focused on that for a moment before turning back t
Chapter 64 Crocell’s POV 2 weeks countdown. The process of undoing a curse is a lot simpler than what we anticipated. There was materials gathered and there was a certain shit that needs to be done at the right time and the right place or else it won’t work. I was an idiot thinking it would be relatively easy especially when I am doing the whole process of preparation with a very hormonal, very pregnant angel. “For the third time, I am gonna ask you,” I looked at my angel and breathed out. “We’re you crying because I ate nachos and you smelled it on my breath?” A pillow came hurling my way and I ducked before it hit me in the face. Wrong move. I should’ve just shut my mouth up and let myself get hit by the pillow because now my husband is sobbing ugly sobs because he can’t hit me and he also can’t follow me ‘cause his feet hurts and he doesn’t wanna waddle with the growing bump in his
Chapter 65 Third person’s POV The moon hung over the sky like a diamond. The illumination that it casted over the mountain provided a serene comfort to the couple that had waited for this very moment. It’s about time their suffering cease and this curse ends. “I love you.” The angel whispered, dressed in beautiful chiton with his wings clearly shown in his back. The bump in his front is already showing promise of a healthy pregnancy and for that, the couple is thankful. They just need to survive. “I love you too.” Crocell whispered back, holding his husband by his waist and kissing him lovingly on the lips. Time had never changed his love for the angel and if it did in a way, it would’ve been the increasing intensity of what he feels for the other as time passes by. “Are you ready?” Hades asked as he walked in on the couple who are currently hugging each other. Lux smiled as nodded. “I’
EPILOGUE Lux’s POV It was nice and peaceful. Looking at the aurora borealis for the second time to celebrate the prophecy of our children is beautiful. Crocell looks at me with a smile before taking and kissing the back of my hand, muttering thank you every now and then. It had been five months since we undid the curse. It was a bittersweet moment as I took the first breath of life with confidence that it won’t be the last so soon. And as I took that sweet breath, Camael took his last. And I have never thanked anyone this hard. He sacrificed his life for me. He did it so we can live. It wasn’t his obligation to do so as I have later on realized that even though he saw how father cursed me, it wasn’t his obligation to tell me, tell us nor help us in anything. Camael was a casualty. An innocent sacrifice so that we can live happily and I will live the rest of my immortal life thanking him for it. The sou
Chapter 1 “Say Trent… Are you gonna miss me if I ever go somewhere far?” the boy asked his friend as they laid down the bed, a supposedly hypothetical question that he knows deep inside is happening faster than he had anticipated. “Why? Are you going away?” The innocent green eyes lit up in attention at what his bestfriend had just said. He’s confused as to why he would be asked this—and it made his heart skip a beat just thinking how he’d be apart from his bestfriend. Ashley just giggled and shook his head “No, just a question.” “Well if you’re not going away then I won’t miss you.” The boy mumbled, a bit flustered. “You’re definitely gonna miss me.” Ashley whispered with a small smile—a sad one before he shook his head and pointed at the star that they can see from the small window of the boy's room. "Look, it's our star again." Trent, still caught up in the previous
Chapter 2Ashley’s POV20 years.It had been 20 years since I left this town. 20 years since I left the neighborhood, and now, I’m back. Unfortunately, for good... I’ll be moving back here for good. I’m just hoping that my old neighborhood is still here—however, that’s highly unlikely, with all the modernization that’s happening. Still, I am hopeful. But I’m sure someone had probably renovated or made something new in place of the house I used to live in. The car slowly came to a halt in front of a modern looking house where the house I once grew up in stood. If I remember correctly, there are two houses here before—one that belongs to my childhood best friend that unfortunately, moved out and the other belongs to our family. I had tried searching for that best friend of mine. Without any luck, I still haven't found any clue as to where he is at the moment. I looked around seeing the huge difference. I remember an apple tree in between the houses and an old Sycamore in the back. I re
Chapter 3“So why are you looking for a house mate then?” I asked. “Are you one of those psychopath who lures in people with your big house, nice neighborhood almost non-existent rental payment cause if you are, I might have to let you know, I have a friend the size of a fucking tank. He’s huge and could crush you and he knows I’m here.” I said in an annoyingly honest way to warm him and to let him know that I can outlive scams. I’ve done it before, just so you know. No matter how handsome a stranger is, you don’t trust them.“How I wish—if I am a psychopath, I would be smarter than that.“ He smugly smirked at me and crossed his arms. “This whole thing isn’t actually my idea. My friend, who probably knows your friend that told you this place is up for a renter said I could probably use
Chapter 4“Are you by any chance, named Ashley?” He asked with a curious expression.“Uh, who’s asking?” I asked him, backing away a bit.“You don’t remember me? It’s Mark! Mark Travis. We went to the same middle school before.” He said and I really tried my best in remembering him but I came up blank. “You don’t recall me, do you?” He asked and I reluctantly nodded.“You know Ash, we met at the hospital last year, when I was in chemo.” He shyly said and showed his bald head. “Did your condition perhaps had gotten worse?” He asked with worried face.Now that I think about it, I remember someone from the hospital when I first found out about my condition, I just can’t put the name and face at it.&ldqu