Family files

The archangel shot him a deadly look.

“I don't even want to know which demon she's descended from. We'll kill them, end of discussion! "

Ty took a step back. Nereus showed anger? Well, that was interesting. Why was he so intent on getting rid of this woman? He would find out, but first he would have to pull back. Otherwise Nereus would just rip his ass off again. He didn't really feel like doing that. He was about to disappear when a large paw rested on his shoulder.

"Not so fast.", Nereus' voice came right behind him.

A shiver crept up his spine.

"Make sure you come to the archives and examine the Devonys family tree!"

Ty knew this was an order, so he just nodded and quickly left the room. Devony? Was that woman's last name? After only a few seconds a suspicion crept into him. Could it be that Nereus was interested in this woman?

I refused. There was no way I would rummage through my family history with Zayn. I knew that my grandfather and his predecessor all had something to do with the Mafia. My father had never made a secret of it, and the old manuscripts in the attic of my old home had provided enough evidence. Maybe that was why the sight of blood left me so cold? And that I had no problem with Zayn's cruelty. Maybe that was why I had no problem throwing a knife in someone's chest? The blood of murderers ran in my veins. I had never found out what exactly my father was involved in in his job, but I suspected that he also did business with other people's blood. As for my mother ... she was an orphan. Had kept herself on her feet from theft and assault in her earliest childhood. Her past had always left me cold, probably because she never paid me much attention, and neither did my father. I, too, had almost always been on my own. I learned to be self-employed at an early age. At eighteen I was finally away from home. I blinked and I was back in the present. Zayn was still looking at me searchingly. He couldn't and wouldn't be satisfied with my no.    

"Why not?" He asked, sullen as a small child.

“Because I know my family tree, Zayn. There is nothing to suggest why I am the way I am. ", I explained monotonously and averted my gaze from him.

Suspicious as he was, he came up to me and leaned forward a little so that his lips were right in front of mine.

"You lie. You're so cold and dismissive, that just has to be a lie. Something in your family history gives you pause. "

I swallowed what betrayed myself. A confident expression slipped over his face.

"My family has nothing to do with the fact that I can suppress my escape behavior, Zayn." I said quietly, whereupon he grabbed my chin and forced me to look at him.

"Well tell me, little one. What is the secret of the name Devony? "

His affectionate tone shocked me. Was he just using that tone to find out what that secret was? And how did he even know my last name? Did I ever mention him? Had he looked around my home?

“I won't say anything about it, Zayn. So stop asking. "

With these words, I turned my back on him. I crossed my arms and pouted.

Why didn't he let it be good? I felt the warmth emanating from him in my back, so he hadn't moved a bit. Apparently he was waiting for me to say something. Sighing, I surrendered in the end. Slowly and with downcast eyes I finally turned back to him.

"My family's past is bloodstained, Zayn." I said quietly. I looked up slowly. I found that his look was as loving as his voice had been a few moments ago.

"Nereus, I have ..."

"Quiet!"

The archangel raised his hand to cut Ty off. The picture that billowed in the air still showed Zayn and Nyria talking quietly to each other. Whatever Nereu's right-hand man had found out, it had to wait. The woman was about to reveal something about herself or her family to the fallen victim. This had absolute priority! The young woman's voice was low. 

“My grandfather, my great-grandfather and all their fathers were all ... part of the mafia. And I know that my father does business with the blood of innocent people too. I have no idea how far back this story goes, but a few years ago, thanks to old manuscripts, I found out that it all began with a man named Ezekiel van Devony. "

For a moment, time seemed to stand still. Nereus held his breath and Ty almost wavered at these words. With clenched fists, the archangel watched as Zayn's eyes widened and he had to take a few steps back in order to regain his balance. Completely unsettled, Nyria took a step forward.

"Zayn? Is everything okay? "

Nereus waved his hand and destroyed the image of the two. Roaring, he stormed out of the room, Ty closely followed. Now it was clear what was wrong with this woman. She was descended from an archangel. 

I almost went black before my eyes. Had she just said ... Ezekiel?

"Zayn? Zayn! "

Nyria's worried tone barely got through to me. I didn't dare to doubt her words, I finally trusted her, but to believe this was still more than difficult for me. Did she have any idea who said man was? Of course not. 

"Zayn!"

Her loud roar and the strong grip on my arms finally pulled me back. I looked at her with my eyes still wide. 

"II-Is it so shocking that these men have blood running in my veins?" She whispered.

Tears welled up in her eyes and instantly I regretted allowing such a reaction. I immediately pulled her into my arms and hugged her to my chest.

"No of course not. Forgive me, I didn't mean to scare you, "I said quickly.

"What is it then?" She breathed.

I could feel how she tried to suppress the rising sobs.

"Ezekiel is ... one of my brothers," I whispered.

Immediately her legs broke off too. If I hadn't put my arms around her, she would have collapsed now. I brought her to bed.

"Do you mean I ... I am descended from an angel?" She managed to get out in a cracked voice.

"An archangel, yes," I replied.

My heartbeat calmed down only slowly. The shock for me was at least as great as it was for her. Nyria's breath came in bursts, which is why I stroked her hair soothingly. Apparently she didn't know what to say about it.

“Your abilities are very weak, but a powerful man like Ezekiel is your ancestor. Apparently the gene got weaker and weaker from time to time. Should you ever have children, none of these skills will be available. "

After my brief explanation there was silence, then the woman in my arms sobbed softly to herself.

"B-But why did he start the Mafia? What did he have to do with people? I thought you angels wouldn't reveal yourselves to us? "

After just a few moments, her voice sounded hoarse. I sighed softly and pushed her into the mattress, then lay down next to her. 

“Ezekiel was banished from the circle of the archangels a long time ago. He has been guilty of bloody deeds that cannot be forgiven. One has refrained from cheering him on to Lucifer. Instead, he went among the people. They kept an eye on him for a while, but at some point he managed to escape their gaze. The reason he started this organization is simple. He was out for revenge. Quite a few people died because of him. And nobody could do anything about it. "  

I was silent for a moment. My thoughts were racing.

“Looks like he's found a woman among the people. So he fathered a son. And so your family tree started rolling. ”I stated quietly.

Her hands clutched my shirt and pulled me to her. She buried her face in my neck.

"Do you think your brothers found out?" She whispered, her breath tickling me.

I had no answer to that.

"I dont know. To be honest, I don't think there is any way to find out about it in their realm. On the other hand, they'll try by all means to find out what's up with you. ”I said after thinking for a moment.

She snuggled up to me and after a few minutes I could feel her calm down. Apparently she was tired now. 

“Nyria, do you mind if I look at your family's files? Perhaps I will be able to find out more about Ezekiel's activities. "

I looked down at her carefully. She had closed her eyes and her breathing had become so calm and even that I feared she had already fallen asleep, but then she stirred.

“Don't force yourself. The main thing is that you spare me the bloody deeds of my ancestors. ", She mumbled. Then she really seemed to have fallen asleep.