An Angel's Descendant

"Can you tell me how you knew about me having the blood of an angel?" Mina curiously asked as she breathed. "Lucas?"

"It is simple," He turned around. His right hand was in his pockets while his left hand wiped his lips. "You have the same face as Rafaela's."

"What?" Mina exclaimed. "I have the same face as your first love, the angel who broke your heart and made you turn into a lustful incubus?"

"You do..." Lucas walked towards her to prove his point. "I know you are a descendant of hers."

"How?" Mina was still doubtful.

"You are here, descendant," Lucas sat down. "You have her blood in you."

"Then that means... I am an angel." Mina's eyes widened.

"No." Lucas shook his head. "You are not an angel. You are a half-blood, a descendant of an angel." He shrugged. "You can say that you are a part angel, like Lucas."