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
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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
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