The Crown's Obsession

Constance was his child, his heart that had been torn away from him and was now in Heaven. She was at peace, and that was what mattered. But at the same time, he was the Devil, and he wanted his daughter next to him with this growing family.

"Did you hear anything from Beth, Maddie?" Mrs. Harris asked her daughter.

"I sent her a letter nearly a week ago. If it has reached her in time, it should take another week or two for the reply to reach the castle," replied Madeline.

Hearing this, Mrs. Harris sighed.

Madeline knew her parents worried about her younger sister Elizabeth as she was away from the land of Devon and was staying in one of the northern lands right now. She would have gone to visit her sister, but with the baby, she knew Calhoun wouldn't want her going anywhere outside the castle where there was harm.

"How long does it take for one to master and control the werewolves abilities?" questioned Lucy to her husband.

Theodore responded to her question, "On an average it takes months or possibly years. But with Lady Elizabeth who doesn't have the transformation problem, it should be a little less problematic."

Vladimir had started to cut his rare cooked steak, and he said, "If the Warrings still have an antidote with them, maybe she will be able to heal quicker."

"I spoke to King Sebastian about it," informed Calhoun. "The day he had arrived for the High House meeting that Helena had set up." On hearing Helena's name, Vladimir's ears turned alert, but no reaction came to pass across his face. "He said the similar antidotes that were created in the past have been exhausted decades ago and they are trying to recreate another antidote to control the rogue werewolves."

"I haven't seen a werewolf in a long time. I knew the great great grandfather of this Sebastian King," came the casual tone of Vladimir. "He was an excellent man, but died a horrific death," he clicked his tongue.

Hearing this, Madeline hoped that Beth could find her peace and return home where her family was. What happened wasn't her sister's fault, and it was just the situation that had presented itself in that manner which had been unavoidable.

"How long do you think it is going to be before the Heavens forgive and let my father and Raphael back into the living world?" Madeline asked Vladimir as he was the one who knew Heaven like no one else at the table.

"Punishments in Heavens can last upto years. Because if I am not wrong, Raphael had been the 'demons wanderer' for many decades or maybe centuries. I will let you in on a trick, and the Heavens will let him off the hook in a snap," Vladimir snapped his fingers to emphasize his point.

"Really?" Madeline's mood brightened.

"Hm," responded Vladimir.

Madeline didn't want Paschar going through punishments again, and she had forgiven him like the rest of the things. When love and honour of responsibilities fell on one's shoulders, it was hard to manage both of them if the two things walked in different paths.

"Thank you so much, Vlad," she thanked him, and the Devil offered her a smile before everyone continued with their meal.

The same day, far away from the living world and above the clouds where there was the path of peace and tranquillity, not too far away stood the hidden golden gates of Heaven that weren't visible to a mortal's eyes.

The number of guard angels had been increased since the last intrusion of the Devil and his grandson, holding staffs that were stronger and as powerful as the bolt of the thunder. Inside the premises of the gates, many buildings were built with beige coloured stones and trees that were green along with flowers that left a sweet fragrance for one to smell.

Some of the souls had come out from their rooms to feel the warmth on their skin while they either sat idly, mediating or were busy talking or doing something they liked.

A tall building stood with the door open for the angels to walk in and out as it was where the wishes and prayers of the mortals from the living world were passed and given to the next minister of angels for approval. A large wooden box was built where the wishes were collected, and the angels who worked randomly pulled out the scroll of wish.

One of the angels, who pulled out a scroll, unscrolled it and started to read the wish. His eyes suddenly widened in surprise. For a few seconds, he stared at the parchment, wondering if he should add it to the approval list or show it to one of the archangels.

"What's the matter, Amos?" asked one of the angels, noticing his fellow angel had stopped pulling out the scrolls.

"T-this, the wish…" said the angel in a daze before snapping out of it, and he said, "I will be back soon. This must be quickly shown to a higher authority!" and he ran out of the building.

When the angel came across one of the archangels who was walking past him, he quickly went to him, "Archangel Ramiel! Archangel Ramiel, there is something you need to see!"

The archangel had blonde locks of hair that went past his shoulders, his demeanour was calm, and his icy blue eyes made him look serious.

"What is it, Amos?" questioned the archangel. He noticed Amos holding the scroll of wish in his hand. "Is there a sinister wish in there? You can discard it if it is so."

"It is not that," Amos offered the scroll and the archangel took hold of the scroll, reading it.

"I will take care of it. You can go back to your work," said Archangel Ramiel.

Ramiel looked back at the parchment of wish that read-

'I wish my father Paschar to come and spend time with my child when it is born in the living world.'

A simple wish that indirectly would free Paschar to return to his full position while visiting the living world thought archangel Ramiel to himself. To love and care, isn't that what they had learned? Walking away from there, he submitted the scroll directly for approval.