When they returned to the library, a couch and two cushioned chairs were arranged around a circular tea table with a boiling tea kettle.
Natasha pours them a cup of each, her thoughts racing with everything she learns and what God of War tells her. He sat peacefully in front of her, sipping his tea and allowing her to contemplate. One could perceive his age in his eyes and experience in his comments. He has seen and done a great deal. Natasha drank her drink, thinking. It was relaxing.
“It’s just better if we evacuate for a while,” says one. As Azrael and Dmitri enter the room, their voices are muffled.
As he entered, Azrael had stress lines on his brow.
“Is everything okay?” The God of War inquired.
Azrael gave the nod.
“Everything will be alright,”
“If that’s okay, come here and take a seat.” “There’s something I need to talk about with both of you,” Natasha and Azrael said as Azrael sat alongside them.
“Please state, Master,”
The God of War sat solemnly, staring at them both.
“We know it was not only Natasha who manifested in the ghost wars but also two more elements that we lost in the wars, the fruit of love and a stone of light.” “We know it was not only Natasha who manifested in the ghost wars but also two more elements that we lost in the wars, the fruit of love and a stone of light.”
“I assumed you brought me and other elements back, don’t you?” Natasha inquired, her gaze fixed on the God Of War.
“This is how you end up in the mortal life cycle,” Azrael explained. “Master gave three components to Sahir to keep them safe, and he lost them.”
That’s why Sahir recognized her and attempted to keep her hidden.
“Didn’t Sahir want me to stop, so I don’t come to the divine realm?”
“No, he wanted you to be exposed, Given that his techniques were less than ideal,” the God of War appeared dissatisfied.
“He tried to kill her,” Azrael said, his palm tightened.
“He sought to release her when he found out about her, and he assisted you, Azrael; otherwise, you would activate your curse and be killed,”
“How come you’re defending him?”
“He is also my pupil, and I’m not saying what he did was right or that he didn’t try to hurt you; he had every intention to do so, but I’m afraid you have to forget what he did and work together before the ghost emperor returns and tries to get to the elements.” The entire galaxy will be jeopardized with Natasha,”
“Will he ever forgive me?”
“Would you forget what might have happened if Natasha hadn’t been a celestial soul?”
Azrael closed his eyes and looked down, ashamed. He knew he had no right to be angry, but the sight of Natasha bleeding and in anguish would never leave him. How did Sahir handle everything when he…? How can he reduce his brother’s agony when he has no idea how to exist when he thought Natasha was gone for good and there was no possibility she would ever return to him?
Natasha wanted to ask him what had happened between him and Sahir to make him hate him, but she couldn’t because he was there. She clasped his hand, and Azrael squeezed back.
Azrael gave his master a nod.
“I’ll talk to him,” He says.
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Natasha sat by the window in their chambers, gazing out at the night sky. It was a mentally taxing day today. There is so much to take in, and she may have siblings who are also wandering the mortal realm or somewhere else, unknown to their true identities. She returns her gaze to the entrance of their room, where Azrael and Dmitri had returned after God of War had left.
Suddenly, grown trees and the dried river appeared to flow, which was difficult to control.
Azrael stepped inside the chambers with a grimace and a sigh.
“You look exhausted,” Azrael sat beside her and drew her into his lap as she moved to make room for him on the window seat.
“Because the sea level is rising, I must order the guardians to evacuate from the coast,” Azrael explains.
“Does that happen frequently?” Natasha inquired.
“Until yesterday, there was no sea,”
“Ah… this is all happening because of me?” Natasha asked, feeling guilty. However, feeling guilty made no sense.
“It’s not your fault; the underworld was initially built under the west sea since it’s just above the pathway to the mortal worlds,” Natasha thought.
“If so many changes are because of me, can’t I slow it down until everything is back to normal?”
“You can, but you must learn to focus your abilities in the correct direction; it requires immense control, and you are directly ascended into deity; it will take time, training, and patience.”
Natasha sighed; mortals who believe in a celestial realm often portray it as a place where everything becomes easy. As it turns out, everything becomes more complicated.
“I realize it’s complicated, but you’ll get used to it,” He says.
“Seriously? “You celestial cannot read minds,” she said, astonished.
“Mind reading is a complicated art; I’ve only seen one man who could be capable of it, and I’m not him,” she says.
“I don’t believe it; Aris can easily anticipate what I was thinking.”
Azrael grinned, “Your face is easy to read.”
That didn’t make her feel better.
“I’d like to help,” She finally got to her point.
“I know,”
“And I don’t enjoy waiting for you,” she said.
He grasped her hand and intertwined their fingers together. She didn’t want to appear clinging, but she didn’t know what else to do. She needs to find herself something.
Azrael paused before tracing his hand down the length of her arms.
“Okay, how about this? You come with me tomorrow, I will train you, and you will assist me,” His hand was on her shoulder.
“Can we do that?” she asks, leaning closer to his face.
“I, too, despise having to wait to see you.” He kissed her, his hands moving down to her body, his kisses becoming more forceful. Every nerve shook in delight as the heat sizzled between them like a live current; his hand went to her back, unbuttoning her dress, and hers sought his breaches. Azrael’s lips never left her flesh unless it was too much trouble. Azrael waved his palm, and their fabric vanished into thin air. Natasha’s eyes widened in shock as she saw the clothing dissolve thread by thread, but she didn’t have much time to think about it when Azrael carried her to bed.
He pinned her to the bed, and she couldn’t help but succumb to his demanding kisses, yearning for more as his fingers stroked her delicate skin, played with her throbbing core, and bit her scorching lips, rekindling all the fire in her.