<h4>509 She loved me dearly- Part 1</h4>


    "Is this the person?" questioned dimir, and Madeline stared at Marina without a wording out of her mouth.


    "Is s-she dead?" asked Madeline.


    "Well, she''s in Hell and floating in here. She is very dead," replied dimir. Madeline stepped towards him, taking a seat next to him while looking at the woman''s hair waving in the water. "Souls like these are the ones that are used to feed the existence of Hell. Everynd needs something to feed on so that it can flourish. What happened to her?" he asked Madeline, looking at the woman whose eyes were closed.


    "She was killed," whispered Madeline. "By a demoness named Astrate. They were trying to lure Paschar to turn against Heaven."


    "Looks like the demons failed," dimir harrumphed.


    Calhoun who stood behind Madeline, he noticed the resemnce between Madeline and the woman, the colour and texture of their hair were simr, and so were their features. The mysteries that revolved around Madeline twisted only further.


    "What does it mean? To be an offspring of a demon and an angel? Is this is why Madeline is a dark angel?" demanded Calhoun. Most of them, including him and Madeline, hade to believe that the reason why Madeline had wings and abilities to kill people was that she was cursed for Paschar''s actions, but it wasn''t so anymore.


    dimir turned to look at his grandson from where he sat on his heels.


    "I don''t think demons and angels have ever tried to live together. I believed you were the first ones, but it seems like it was her parents," dimir jerked his head towards Madeline. "She''s a demon, how did Paschar not know?" the Devil smiled, wondering if Paschar had been stupid and blind in love. "So what happened?" he inquired with curiosity.


    Madeline tried to put her hand into the river, and she noticed the way even her hands turned to bones, the prickly feeling she had been feeling on her skin since she had entered Hell increased and she took her hand back before she could touch her mother.


    "I don''t think Paschar wanted to get involved with anyone, or even with her. He said something about hunting demons, which was why he came to the living world. The ce was in the town where Beth was kidnapped and taken to," exined Madeline.


    "Hm, I think I have a vague memory of Paschar when he was sent to the living world," dimir said with a thoughtful look on his face as if he was recollecting the past memories.


    "No one fought on his behalf? Is an angel never to have any feelings for anyone?" asked Madeline.


    "Heaven has strict rules, dear," stated dimir, "If the angel doesn''t follow, people turn very, very upset with the angel. The reason things are not strict in Hell is that the underworld is for sinners who cheat, and lie, and do everything immorally."


    "It doesn''t sound like a good ce," Madeline murmured to herself, and she noticed dimir offer her a smile.


    "Paschar was hard-headed and difficult to persuade. It was one of the reasons why they sent him down to the living world to hunt down some of the demons. No one knew that a human could make Paschar leave Heaven to pursue his life as a mortal. It was before I imed Hell as my own. The demons were turning humans to another set of demons. The ones you see in the living world are mostly those turned offsprings, while only some original demons still live there," said dimir. He then continued, "But now we know she was never a human, but a demon."


    "She loved him. I think they both wanted to stay away from the world they came from," said Madeline, her eyes falling back on her mother in the river. "She was too scared to let him know about her being a demon."


    "Because she was aware that he would leave her immediately," stated dimir. "Angels and demons are arch enemies of each other."


    Madeline wondered about it. She wondered if Paschar would have left Marina if she had told him the truth, or would he have continued to love her unconditionally?


    "And here you are epting Madeline with open arms," murmured Calhoun, his eyes not leaving dimir.


    "Madeline might be an angel, but she''s also a part demon. Maybe not as potent as the rest, but she''s still the daughter of a demoness, which means she can be turned into aplete demon if guided in the right direction," dimir let out his thoughts.


    "She''s not going to turn into one," Calhoun''s words were firm. He knew dimir had something up his sleeves. It was why his eyes didn''t move away from the old bat.


    "Aw, why not?" asked dimir, "Wouldn''t it be wonderful to spend time with each other in Hell? Having dinner and torturing people together. I know, for one thing, you will enjoy this ce, Calhoun."


    "You can rule this ce by yourself. If you want to spend time, the gates of the Hawthrone''s castle is always open for you," said Calhoun, his eyes ring at dimir.


    "That I already know. Mere metal objects like gates and doors cannot stop me," snickered the Devil. "But it would be wise to have Madeline turned to one side, unlike the angels'' I won''t hound her toe to Hell."


    "That''s because she will have nowhere to go, but to end up here," deadpanned Calhoun.