Zamiel's Past! (Part 1)

A/N:- The scenes describe what exactly happened to Zamiel after Heaven; his wife's death, to establish a clearer way for readers to comprehend the plot quickly and easily. It explains about Zamiel's journey from a normal desperate human for death to an immortal, and the master of Zyanya.

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It's been a month and two weeks that Zamiel had left the kingdom. He knew that soldiers were looking for him all over and even out of the kingdom. Of course, the king wanted to get his son back, safely!!

However, he knew his own ways to not get caught, an ironical smile took over him with a chuckle, after all, whom had he learn these tricks from, his wife of course!!

Zamiel was far out of the kingdom, and he knew, he could realise that he was slowly getting deeper into the jungle.

He kept walking for days, with no destination, no food, no water, and nothing a human would want. His body craved for rest and demanded him for one through pain. Yet, his steps didn't halt.

As if walking into the void, he walked into the forest he heard tales about in his childhood, the tales which were the only evidences about the existence of superstitional beings such as witches.

And not to exclude, the wild life of forest, he hoped for any wild being to just appear out of blue and just fortunately end his life, all for once.

He could just die but.....he deserved to suffer the least before his death for .....he failed in his life. Failed to be a good husband, a good father and a good son!!

Tears felt shrinked, Zamiel could feel the numbness embracing him slowly. His steps unstable, body weak and throat sore. His eyes burdening up.

Even before he could feel anything more, he felt the darkness taking over him completely.

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Zamiel's eyes rolled open, finding himself in an unknown place, laid on a soft matress. Where...was he?! He attempted to move however, the pain made him unbearable to even move, it completely numbing his body.

"Oh, I see you are awake!!" A sweet voice reached his ears, making him search for its origin. Seeing a young woman near the glass window, the sunlight kissing her fair skin gently, turning it golden. Her pure white silky gown swayed in its own unique way as she reached him, her presence feeling almost angelic.

Zamiel felt her touch all of a sudden as she checked his body temperature, her touch on his forehead feeling soft.

Her curvy brown hair falling down as she bent to have a clear look at him, her grey eyes suddenly glowing, a smile taking over her soft pink lips. "Your fever is gone, you might still have body pains right?!" She asked sweetly.

Zamiel responded in no way, his vision completely enchanted by her presence, was he already dead and an angel came to pick him up?!

The lady laughed the way he just kept looking up at her, "No worries, I'll make a herbal drink for you! As you are awake, I'll go inform it to Grandma!" she said sweetly again before leaving the room.

He felt blank, his gaze wandered all over the room. White walls with many indoor plants, some hanging to the walls while some perfectly placed on the ground, clean furniture. A huge shelf full of books cleanly arranged, their size amusing him. Some colourful feathers decorating the walls, a table right beside the shelf with a sealed jug of water, crystals placed on written papers, a feather gently placed beside the paperwork instead in the ink bottle.

A sigh escaped him, the room was beautiful, but, where exactly he was he??

The door creaked open halting his thoughts as an old lady dressed in black stepped in. Her piercing silver eyes falling on him instantly, her white silky open hair swaying gently as she reached him, the young lady following in.

"How are you feeling now?!" The old woman so gently questions.

Zamiel stared right into her eyes, not knowing who was she, now. "Who....are you?" He barely managed to ask, "And.... where....am I?!"

The old woman smiled, "I found you unconscious in the forest, I thought I should help you!!"

Zamiel smiled faintly, "Speaking of help, you could just help me die!!"

A frown took over her while the young lady who stood behind gasped low.

With a smile, the old lady took a seat beside him, "Sorrow in eyes, body so weak, energy seemingly drained and words completely lost like your soul! What happened to you?!"

Zamiel smiled faintly, "You've got quite a good observation skills."

The old lady smiled, "So what happened that made you go with a suicide mission?!"

Zamiel looked away taking a pause, as if looking into the void, "I failed to be what I ought to be, quite an ....enough reason!!"

"That's a realisation, seems like you decided it to be a punishment instead!!" The old lady said with a smile.

Zamiel chuckled, looking back at her, "Realisations or decisions, wouldn't matter much now!!"

The old lady sighed, taking a look at his rings, "With the way of speaking, no wonder you're from a royal bloodline!!"

Zamiel seemingly followed her stare, the pair of golden rings to his finger, clenching his heart. They were his .... wedding rings, his wife's last essence which he decided to carry with him even in the afterlife if possible.

The wedding rings of the royals were destined to be crafted unique, no wonder the lady could recognise it.

"Not anymore!!" Zamiel replied in whispers.

"I think I should leave now, thanks for....saving me!" Zamiel thanked despite not feeling it in his heart. He attempted to get up, however a groan of pain escaped him, the young lady escaping another gasp as she warned him a "Careful!!"

The old woman sighed, "You're no in state to leave even with your desire, young man. We can talk later, once you are all well. For now, just rest!!" she suggested.

"Look lady...." his restrictive words were stuck when the old lady placed her hand on his forehead, the act instantly making him unconscious.

"Why exactly was he trying to kill himself this way?!" The young lady wondered as she looked at him pitiably.

"Too interested in his story?" The old lady chuckled.

The young lady hesitated, "He's too young to die, don't you think so?"

The lady smiled with a shake of head as she got up on her feet, them leaving the room, "Fate alway chooses to play the unexpected, he might die or he might live, nothing's for sure but a guess!!"