Descendant

He had gone. He didn't know where to go, nor how much time he had from now on. He looked around. Scotland. A beautiful country, as he had to admit. His gaze slid over the ruined castle. He didn't know why the two of them had settled here, but there would surely be a good reason. The ban by which the castle was protected gave a little hint. Probably he should protect her from the archangels. But since he himself no longer belonged, he would have no problem infiltrating their accommodation. He shook his head to drive away any unnecessary thoughts and took a run. He was heading straight for the door. He was right. He was able to overcome the barrier without any problems ...  

Zayn had been called by Lucifer, so he had to leave me behind. But in the meantime I didn't care, I was safe here after all. At least I hoped. I was about to make myself something to eat when I suddenly and involuntarily shuddered. What was that feeling? I paused for a moment, but then shrugged and went back to my meal. Maybe I was just exhausted despite the sleep? After ten minutes I was done. I dug out a plate and put my food on it when suddenly an icy feeling made itself felt in my bones. Was there anyone behind me? Without me noticing? This disgusting feeling didn't go away, so I put the plate down and slowly turned around. The blow hit me!   

She looked at me with a blank face. Respect, no matter how surprised and scared she might be, she didn't even blink. In real life, her eyes looked even more incredible! I wondered what she was thinking, but unfortunately I was unable to read her mind. The corners of my mouth twitched. 

"Hello, Nyria." I greeted her relaxed.

I had made myself comfortable on the chair in the middle of the kitchen and now leaned back. Her gaze slid over my entire body. My hair was as black as hers and my eyes were green too, albeit several shades darker and colder. Did this fact give you an opportunity to connect us? She bowed her head suspiciously and did not reply. Nothing about her indicated what she was thinking now. Her posture was relaxed, none of her muscles tense, but at that moment she couldn't have seemed more confident. Maybe my thinking had gone in the wrong direction and she wasn't as sensitive as I had thought. Now she raised her narrow eyebrows. It seemed as if her eyes could pierce me and for a brief moment I actually felt something like malaise. She didn't seem to know who I was. That was good! So I could have fun first.  

“Don't worry, I'm not your enemy. So could you do me a favor? "

My conversational tone didn't seem to confuse or surprise her in any way.

"It all depends on what this is.", She replied blankly and leaned against the counter where she had just made herself something to eat. Obviously she had forgotten all about it. Her pupils narrowed. Her melodic and, for a woman, somewhat deeper voice made me shudder. Zayn was sure to love her ...

“Don't tell anyone I was here. Do you promise me that? "

Her eyes narrowed, but the corners of her mouth twitched a little, which she tried in vain to hide.

"I can not promise anything. But I'll see what can be done. ", She said a little more quietly and crossed her arms.

"As much as I would be interested in your name, I'd rather tell me what you want here first. You are not an angel. ", She continued without further ado.

That surprised me. Didn't you ask my name? Well, that saved me from making up an excuse why I couldn't tell her that.

"Both heavenly and demonic creatures are tearing their mouths over you, so I thought it was worthwhile to see what was going on in all these rumors." I replied with a shrug and watched their reaction, which was sobering. She showed no reaction. I was far more than impressed. She was a true master at hiding her feelings! The question remained to what extent this affected their abilities. 

"Understand. And how did you know I was here? In scotland? On a ruined castle? "

Suspicion determined the undertone in her voice.

"Coincidence," I replied with a smile.

I didn't like that. I didn't like that at all. Here was a strange man sitting on a chair in the middle of the kitchen who claimed to have found me by pure chance? Hardly likely! Who was that anyway? I would ask his name later, now it was time to find out what this guy wanted from me. He was quite muscular and his hair was just as dark as mine. His eyes are green too, but many shades darker than mine. His angular facial features gave him a bit stern, but he looked quite relaxed with his relaxed sitting posture. But that ominous smile that played around the corner of his mouth the whole time had not escaped me. Neither does that mysterious twinkle in his eyes. 

"Now you've found me." I stated casually and made a vague gesture with my hand.

"Indeed. And I am impressed. I was expecting a ... normal woman. ", He giggled and looked at me. I just raised an eyebrow this time.

"Normal? What can I imagine by that? "

I didn't like his quiet laugh, any more than that piercing look.

“You are calm and in control. There is nothing that would suggest your emotional state at the moment. You seem very smart and deliberate. A normal woman would have shown fear and shyness, but not you. This is far from normal. Just as incredible as the color of your eyes. "

At his words, my fingers itched to test my new strength, but I held back. After all, I had no idea who this guy was, let alone how strong or powerful he was.

"Should I take this as a compliment?" I muttered.

"And what are you going to do now?" I then asked louder and carefully studied his face again. He shrugged again.

"Maybe have a chat?" He suggested, getting up. In a few steps he was with me and I realized that he was quite tall. 

"I don't know what about," I said, and tilted my head back to look at him. His eyes darkened when he suddenly and surprisingly roughly grabbed my chin.

"Maybe about you? About your skills? Or about your family? "

I was silent and a mischievous smile appeared on his lips. Where did this strange feeling suddenly come from? Did he know anything about my family tree? And the blood that ran in my veins?

“I can help you with Ezekiel. Depending on what your skills are, I can teach you a lot. "He spoke softly and looked at me intently.

"Who are you?" I breathed and looked up at him almost in awe.

"A friend!" He whispered in my ear and breathed a kiss on the cheek. Disgusted, I pushed the stranger away. 

"Don't touch me!" I hissed. “Do you seriously think I would trust you? You think I'm stupid! "

There was a soft laugh. It was from the man before me.

“Not at all, dear! What a temper. Who would have thought that you could be so quick-tempered? "

He circled me and looked at me very carefully. Damn it, that felt awful!

“Do you have any idea who you are facing? Who I am, dear descendant? "