"What did you do to her?!" Zarin asked Lothaire.
Lothaire was sitting comfortably on his throne and looked down at Zarin, raising one eyebrow. "Who?"
"Heaven."
"Oh. You met her already. I was about to tell you that I fulfilled your request. You wanted Zamiel gone, but I did something even better. I brough Heaven here. You can now do whatever you said you would do."
Zarin paused, shocked. Why had he been so angry? It was true. He was the one who asked for help and for Zamiel to be removed.
"She doesn't want to be here. I thought you would bring her here willingly." Zarin said.
Lothaire laughed out loud. "Would you be willing to wait… maybe a hundred years because that is how long it would take for her to join willingly?"
"How did you force her to stay here?" Zarin asked.
His heart skipped. From the look in Heaven's eyes, it seemed like her grandfather did something horrible.
