Eve stood with a wide grin on her face, 'So the King of Hell is demanding of me? He will soon learn that he does not command me,' she thought sarcastically.
She watched him closely, he was angry beyond imagination and he will soon learn that not all plans work, no matter how well you plan them.
"So it is true," Eve started, "Gadrial had been damned to Hell."
It will take Nakir's full self-control not to leash out, he wanted to take her fragile neck into his hands and squeeze until there was no life left but… She was one of the oldest beings imaginable.
"What about it?" Nakir asked while folding his arms, his nails gripped onto his elbows.
"I have thought it was just a rouse to get Adam to teach Uriel about his powers and then he would have learned that Gadrial was not here," Eve replied slowly and her eyes shot upwards.
The sky was swirling and she felt a sense of dread entering her body, what had happened in the graveyard?
