The Marking

As Malika woke up from her slumber, she groaned softly as she sat up in a slightly dazed state, her body still reeling from the unprecedented aftermath of being marked. Subconsciously, she rubbed on her neck where he had bitten her to feel the bite mark, and as her fingers grazed against it lightly, it emitted a slight spark from the friction.

The sudden ring of Zamiel's voice resonating from the other side of the room averted her attention as she instinctively faced him.

"You are awake." He said while approaching her with a tray of food in his hand and a plastered smile on his face.

Seeing him smile so randomly and so constantly was the most disbelieving thing that had ever transpired in the past few weeks, even amongst every other unpredictable and unprecedented event that had taken place.