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500 Picspams Challenge | #031 ↳ broken angels & arrogant demons
god gave up on us — good for him
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Nightmares, dreams or rêveries • Gustave Doré (1832-1883)
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Ramiel fell from grace alongside his Watcher brethren due to the taking of mortal wives, mating with them, and then teaching forbidden knowledge. Ramiel's name translates to "Thunder of God", or God's Thunder, as the word itself is a combination of the words ra'am and God. 
It is said that the impact from the fall shattered Ramiel, sending his thunderous essence across the earth. Tremendous storms formed during this period and clouds blanketed the sky for decades over the region where he fell. Despite being broken, the fallen angel eventually rose once again, having lost much of his holy essence but still surprisingly alive.
Unfortunately for the other fallen, Ramiel has not been the same since his fall...
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A phoenix was once decieved and died but rose from the ashes towards the sun But, something had changed dramatically within, In her body, there were two spirits, not one. [ L I S T E N ]
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An Unfortunate Observation
Hours before before Jacob’s boat arrived at Wexford’s docks:
Estefania’s days had gone by quickly. With Jacob, Carolina and Slania gone, she was left in charge of Wexford, with her husband Leviticus helping her, and with Finnegan Hall occasionally stopping by to advise her and given her any needed information regarding the citizens. It had not been easy, but she still found herself up to the challenge. She had enjoyed the challenges that came with being Etihad’s high councilwoman, and she enjoyed navigating the complex politics of Wexford. Wexford was a northern city state, founded by northerners and now run by a man who was half Scandinavian himself. But the second biggest group were the Gaels/Celts, and their influence was growing in Wexford, most likely thanks to Slania practically being second in command after the Adairs. So, Stef had to make sure to resolve any dispute between the Northerners and Gaels fairly. Jacob and Slania had done a great job in making sure that the two groups were amicable, despite the differences in culture, and Stef did not wish to be the one to disrupt that.
When he wasn’t working at his forge or keeping an eye out for any pending dangers, Levi helped her with the Adair children, which he was incredibly good at. Stef found herself watching him interact with the children with awe, and couldn’t help but see that Levi would actually make amazing father. The idea of children had been lingering in her mind since their marriage, but now, Stef found herself thinking about having children of their own more and more. She wished for Jacob and company to arrive quickly, as she wanted to voice this to Leviticus alone as soon as possible. 
Her wish came true in the form of Jacob’s crow, who arrived to them one day with a letter tied to his leg. It was a letter indicating that they were finally on their way back, and soon. The Adair children were ecstatic, she was sure Levi was just as relieved as she was, and even Lugh, Slania’s gigantic wolfhound who has been staying with the children, seemed to know that his master was closer,  as he seemed in much better spirits once the crow had arrived. 
Two nights later, Stef couldn’t sleep. Levi was sleeping next to her, and the children were in another room, snuggled up with Lugh. But, for some reason, she was restless, despite how tired she was from the long day. So, she got up, got dressed, whispered to Levi that she would be at Finn’s inn, and walked out of the longhouse. Soon, she made it to the inn, which was empty save for two patrons drinking by the fire place. Finn and Hana Yasmin were there, by the countertop. As she approached she could hear their hushed tones:
“Her brother was here?” asked Hana, seemingly in surprise.
“I think so. It was awkward. Ingrid left today earlier, and I suspect it was to deal with him.” Finn grumbled back, leaning in closely towards Hana, whose eyes had widen at the information.
“Who’s Ingrid?” Stef piped in curiously, which startled the duo.
“Oh, hey Stefi...” Hana greeted, tilting her head at her.
“Estefania, hello. Ingrid is a newer worker here. She’s a redhead, dunno if you’ve seen her. She’s just dealing with...uh...some family troubles that Hana and I are aware of.” Finn explained, looking somewhat uncomfortable. Then, he stood up straight. “I’m surprised to see you this late here.”
“Couldn’t sleep. I’m actually a little peckish. Could you get me a small meal to eat?” asked Stef, taking a seat by the counter.
Finn nodded and went into the back to make Stef that small meal. Hana filled up two cups of wine, made her way from behind the counter, and sat down next to her. She placed one of the cups infront of Stef, which she took gladly. As she began to speak, Hana switched over to Stef’s mother tongue from Paraiso.
“I didn’t realize your hearing was that good,” Hana commented, which made Stef feel uneasy.
“It is. Why do you think I knew so many secrets during our days in Paraiso and Etihad?” quipped Stef with a light smirk.
Hana snorted softly, satisfied with the answer, so Stef relaxed right away.
“So, more people are plagued by family troubles, eh?” Stef asked, curious about this Ingrid woman since it wasn’t everyday that Finn looked so perturbed by something.
“It seems so. It’s a brother-related trouble too, a rather messy one...” Hana replied with sigh, and perhaps she saw a twinkle in Stef’s eye, because she quickly added: “You know that I don’t like to gossip about others, so I’m not saying anything more than that.”
“Who’s talking about gossip? I’m just curious.” Stef said with raised brows, fibbing a little before she took of sip of wine, “Besides, I know all about brother troubles, so maybe I could relate.”
Hana frowned. “I know you can, but I’d rather her story be told by her.”
“Alright, fair enough.” Stef conceded flatly. Then, she looked directly at Hana. “You’ve actually been doing really well here, haven’t you?”
“I have,” Hana said proudly, “And Finn tells me you’ve been doing a good job overseeing Wexford.”
Stef clicked her tongue, and waved her hand in front of her, but in truth, Stef absolutely loved hearing what a good job she was doing. She couldn’t help but smile big as she soaked up the compliment. “Oh stop. I’ve just been keeping up with things, that’s all.”
Hana smiled, but then, it faded. “...Stef. Have you thought about the whole Paraiso thing at all?”
Hana had told Stef about how Ulises had gone to Paraiso to take a chance at the throne. That meant that Ulises had spread the word that she was dead, thus making him the heir of not only House Arazola, but potentially, the throne. Stef closed her eyes, feeling conflicted. She had tried her best not to think about it, but it did linger in the back of her mind, possibly all the time.
“No.” Stef said quietly, “I don’t wish to think about it, Hana. I’m a Riley now. Estefania Arazola is no more. Please don’t ask me about Paraiso. It brings back terrible memories.”
Hana stared at her, hesitated, then nodded. An awkward silence followed between the two ladies, but soon, it was halted by Hana speaking again.
“You know, I had dismissed it before as perhaps not being used to seeing you as a normal citizen. Or perhaps it’s just my own transition that has been feeling differently about things, but... I realize now that there’s something is so different about you, Stef.” Hana told her, facing her now to look at her directly. 
Stef looked down at her cup. Now, she felt incredibly uneasy. While Levi and his father Keiran were aware of the angelic being that resided in her, Hana was not told anything about it. Ramiel had done their best to hide deep within her, not wanting to cause her any trouble. But, Stef was aware that while Hana was not a outright angel like Keiran was, Hana was some sort of human-angelic being. She had seen a glimpse of her power during the Great Attack on Paraiso, right after her adoptive mother Larissa Udell had sacrificed herself to save her. So, while she knew that Hana didn’t actively use her angelic abilities, they were still there. Stef wasn’t ready to tell her that she was now a vessel.
She didn’t know if she would ever be ready.
“Of course I’m different, Hana. A lot has changed. I’m leading a whole different life now.” Stef said, generalizing with ease.
“Something has shifted. I can’t put my finger on it. Also, there’s something about your husband. There’s something peculiar about him, and there’s something else going on with you.” Hana pointed out.
Levi wasn’t exactly a normal man. He was a powerful, supernatural being, courtesy of his powerful, supernatural parentage. So, she wasn’t too surprised that Hana had picked up that Levi was something else entirely. But, she didn’t know how Hana would react when she saw Levi as his truest form. Would she feel compelled to attack him? After seeing how Keiran practically beat up his son that one time, Stef felt protective of Levi, especially when it concerned yet another angelic being.
“He’s a good man, Hana, and that’s all that should matter.” Stef said more firmly than she meant to.
“I’m not saying he’s a bad person, Stefi. I’m just saying that... I can feel the changes, even if you go on and act as if you’re completely fine. I know it’s not just my imagination. I saw something by you when I first ran into you, when you were at the forge with Leviticus!” Hana exclaimed, which made Stef begin to panic for a moment, but then, she sighed, limply sitting back against her seat, “I’m just tired of people keeping things from me. After the whole Eamonn thing ... Maybe I’ve grown paranoid.”
Now that made Stef feel incredibly guilty. While Hana Yasmin had dived head first into work, Stef just knew that healing from that whole ordeal had been slow and agonizing for Hana. Hana, during Yule, had also confided in her that she felt that there was a distance between her and her childhood friend Slania, and wished they were close again as they were as children; she just didn’t know how or where to begin rebuilding that bridge. Stef didn’t like keeping things from Hana, but she was afraid of how Hana would react.
Hana was the only friend she had from her old life, and she didn’t want to drive her away. But, Hana clearly knew something was up. Stef was quiet, trying to think. Sudden, within her mind, Ramiel spoke:
‘It is inevitable that she will find out about me. I want to tell her myself.’
“...Stef?” Hana asked, her voice unsure and quiet. When Stef finally raised her eyes to her, she saw that Hana was staring at her, looking quite unsettled.
Stef just knew that she saw something again, just as Ramiel spoke up. Stef swallowed, feeling unsure about it all, but Ramiel seldom ever insisted on doing something aside from protecting her. So, she nodded just as Finn emerged from the back with her meal.
“Hana, once the Adairs and Slania return home, you can meet with me. I’ll... I’ll tell you what you want to know.” Stef told her, and when Hana looked at her uneasily, she nodded. “I promise.”
This seemed to quell Hana’s anxiety enough for her to abandon that conversation entirely, and while Stef quietly ate her meal, Finn revealed that one of the two patrons in the inn had told him that a ship had been spotted nearing the docks. That meant that the Adairs and their group would be back by the next day. Stef felt even more relieved, but that was now bittersweet.
Ramiel had remarked previously that their conversation and first meeting with Keiran had been an ‘awkwardly amusing one’, but their tone had been serious this time around.
And it made Stef worry.
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Shadid Zamorar had arrived to Paraiso quietly, in the middle of the night. He did not wish for his presence to be widely known yet, as this was a private trip rather than an official one. He had arrived not because of the letter he recieved from Ulises Arazola, but because the letter that accompained it, written by Councilwoman Luisa Arazola. There, she wrote to him not as a councilwoman who wished for his support in her cousin’s plans towards Kinghood, but rather, as a distressed friend who had something terrible happen to her. Shadid and Luisa had grown to be good friends, and he found himself worried enough to make the trip.
He was greeted by Ulises, and his close ally Raquel De Corona. Ulises seemed like he was recovering from a great ordeal. He was walking with a slight limp, and he grabbed his side occasionally, wincing in pain. There, waiting with them, was Luisa, who looked distraught. The poor woman looked like she hadn’t slept well for days, and her eyes were red, most likely from weeping. 
That was when Ulises revealed a few shocking things:
For starters, Aurora Delacruz had allied herself with Vergil Delacruz, a long time enemy not only of former ruler Hana Yasmin Udell, but also House Arazola, as it he was who was responsible for their almost extinction. Shadid felt shocked by Aurora’s actions. She had been taken in by Hana Yasmin as a child, despite many disagreeing with such an arrangement, and she had paid her back by joining her foe. Ulises had sustained terrible injuries from fighting Vergil head on, and not only somehow defeated him, but also lived to tell the tale.
As if that was not shocking enough, then Ulises revealed that Kisu, Luisa’s mysterious bodyguard with whom she had grown very close with, was none other than Edward Delacruz, the grandson of Vergil, and someone who had betrayed Hana Yasmin during her reign as Queen of Paraiso. Shadid had been told that the man had been executed by Hana Yasmin’s father for treason. But when Shadid mentioned it, Ulises then handed him over papers which revealed that Tristian Delacruz had faked his death and sold him into slavery. It was evident that Edward had escaped.
Edward Delacruz, now a fugitive wanted for conspiracy against the crown, and treason on multiple counts, had decieved them all in Etihad, and it seemed that his deceit had left Luisa with emotional injuries rather than physical ones.
Luisa had grown so anguished as the conversation went on, that she announced that she wished to excuse herself. Ulises gently allowed it, and asked Raquel to escort her back to her room. Before she did, Shadid stopped her, and put his hands on the side of her arms.
“I’m truly sorry this has happened to you, Luisa. You did not deserve this.” He told her softly.
Luisa nodded tearfully, and Shadid moved to embrace her. Luisa rested her head on his shoulder as she wept. Soon, she left the room, with Raquel’s arm drapped around her shoulder.
“...He also took Samira Murbarak.” Ulises went on once the women were gone, sitting down by his desk.
“He took her? How do you know this?” asked Shadid quizzically.
“She’s gone too.” Ulises reasoned, frowning. “She is a part of our family, so I believe Edward has done this to have leverage.”
Shadid hestitated, which prompted Ulises to lean forward on his seat.
“...You doubt this?” He asked in concern.
“She has been acting odd in Etihad. She is involved with a man named Michael Blackwood, an ally of Aurora Delacruz.” Shadid told him, causing Ulises to scoff bitterly. “And now, she’s mysteriously gone after all of this has happened?”
Then, Ulises’s gaze darkened, as if something had dawned on him.
“...Edward and Aurora have both vanished at the same time.” He revealed, his anger evident.
Shadid stared, feeling a lump in his throat. Samura Murbarak was the beloved cousin of Councilman Amon Murbarak, Lord of Lynari. This was all tangled up in a troubling mess. But, despite how suspicious she had acted before, he still wasn’t sure if Samira could betray her step sister and her family for the Delacruz... And He did not wish the ordeal to bring division in his kingdom, so he cleared his throat.
“It is also possible that Edward and Aurora are misleading Samira into helping them.” Shadid told him, which seemed to quell Ulises’s growing temper, “She has no reason to betray you, does she?”
“...No.” Ulises said, with a little bit hestitation, which stood out for Shadid for a second, but then Ulises continued with more confidence. “She doesn’t. She is my dear step cousin, and I just want her to be safe, away from those treacherous siblings.”
Then, he stood up and walked over to Shadid. “I am close to gaining the throne. I have eliminated Vergil as a threat, and I plan to do the same with Tristian. With them gone, and Maya Malik on the throne, I want to establish our relations. Etihad and Paraiso would be great allies. I can even gift Etihad with newer, better ships for your fleet, which I’ve heard has been lacking since the last attack on your kingdom.”
Shadid was not surprised he knew of this, and rightfully suspected Luisa to be the source of that information. She had been talking to him about speaking to Ulises for some time now, after all. Admittingly, he had been thinking about it for some time. They could use an ally like Paraiso,
“If you become king, perhaps I can convince Queen Maya and the rest of the council to speak to you. Hana Yasmin was right not to trust her blood relatives, so we do not trust them either. But, perhaps becoming allies now can help our kingdoms start anew...” Shadid said, thinking about the possibility carefully. “I’ll see what I can do.” 
Ulises smiled and extended a hand. Shadid took it and both men gave each other a firm handshake.
“I ...feel compelled to help you on this Edward matter. Do you know if he left the region?” Shadid asked.
“All I know is that he was heavily injured, so he would need to rest. I doubt he went far.” Ulises replied. Then, he considered something for a moment. “...You don’t think he went back to Etihad do you?”
Shadid let out a sigh, as he had already thought of that. “...No one would suspect him right now. I doubt he’d go to the capital, but Samira lives in Lynari... I shall send men over to quietly search the province just in case.”
Shadid made a mental note to also include to check the small shore between the sea and desert, as that was where Michael Blackwood reportedly showed up for the first time.
Just in case, of course.
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Detail: The Fallen Angel, 2007, by Arantzazu Martinez | If you are sensitive to the majestic beauty and delicacy of this painting, don’t go searching for his head. Just enjoy the little things about life.
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A few days before Ceasg left the southern region the first time:
His recovery had been shorter than expected, but still difficult nonetheless. In his battle with Vergil Delacruz, he had nearly broken every part of his body. If it wasn’t for Deva, he would have been dead. She saved him from death before, and she had done it again. He wanted to thank her right away, but it seemed that she desired to keep her distance for reasons he did not know.
As he healed, he eventually called for his cousin, Luisa. Luisa’s heartbreak was evident as soon as he saw her. She looked so torn up and defeated, it broke his own heart seeing her that way. She wept over him, telling him how scared she was that she would have lost him too. Then, she grew more distressed when he finally mentioned Edward Delacruz, telling him that she had no idea about his true identity and was decieved herself. He believed her immediately. That sort of grief was incredibly hard to fake.  But then, Luisa informed him that she believed Samira was decieved or taken hostage by Edward and Aurora Delacruz, which greatly concerned him. Now, the Delacruzes had taken ahold of a family member of theirs. A few days later, a letter from Netos Murbarak came in, asking if his daughters were alright as he hadn’t heard from either of them. That made Ulises’s worry grow even more. 
One early evening, he was sitting by his desk, writing an important official letter when there was a knock at the door.
“You may enter,” he called out, expecting it to be Raquel, as she often saw him for political and personal matters.
But it was not Raquel who entered. To his surprise, Deva came through the door. She wore a beautiful gown, and her hair up in an elegant updo, which made her look straight like a woman of nobility. He noticed a cross upon her neck, which made him frown, but Deva smiled.
“Such symbols do nothing to me, do not worry. It’s all a part of the act,” She told him as she sat down on the chair in front of his desk. She gave him a smile. “You look much, much better.”
“I feel better,” He told her, smiling in return. “Thank you for--”
Deva put up a hand, and her face soon grew serious. “No need to thank me, Ulises. I am determined to fulfill my end of the bargain. But, next time, do not challenge a half demon head on without proper preparation.” 
Ulises nodded solemnly, rubbing his side as it still ached. “Where is he?”
“Vergil? With his father, most likely. He’s used to fighting unfairly against normal mortals. He got a taste of a true battle, and well, he couldn’t handle it,” Deva said with a soft chuckle, “I suspect that he won’t be dare to be so arrogant if he ever comes back. But, who knows if he will. He’s a petulant man who had to be taught a lesson.”
Ulises could only remember bits and pieces of the battle, but what he did remember was the effortless power of Deva, and the great fear on Vergil’s face. It made him relieved to have Deva on his side, but also, it made him even more fearful of her. In fact, Ulises was more quiet around her, more subdued. It was as if his entire being knew to be the most respectful and humble around her as can be. 
“...And no sign of the other Delacruzes?” He asked.
“No.” Deva responded.
“...Was there anyone else with them?” He continued, remembering Neto Murbarak’s letter.
“...Yes. A darker skinned woman with black hair. She left with them.” Deva informed him.
Right away, Ulises felt anxious. “That sounds like Samira...Why would she leave with them...?”
“Well, to be fair, I had the Delacruzes in a firm hold, and they were struggling helplessly against me. Must have looked bad from her point of view,” Deva went on, pouring herself some wine. “...She tried to help them and I had to stop her from allowing them to escape.”
Ulises felt a heaviness in his stomach. He tried to remain calm, but panic was growing inside of him. “I-Is she dead?”
Deva chuckled, bringing the cup of wine to her lips. “No. She impressed me, really... But, I injured her enough to make her stop. She’ll recover, do not worry. I made sure to avoid a fatal wound. But, she tried to help them willingly.”
Ulises felt relieved, but quickly, concern replaced it. That meant that Samira was being decieved by Edward Delacruz, just as Luisa had been. But unlike Luisa, she hadn’t been in the room when he exposed him. “Any idea of where they went?”
“No. I left to help you.” Deva said, smacking her lips together gently after taking a sip of wine. “...So, what do you plan to do?”
Ulises gestured towards the letter he had been writing. “I am writing to one of Etihad’s council members, someone Luisa said is more sympathetic towards our cause. I plan to meet with him to tell him what is going on.”
Deva nodded, which made Ulises feel more confident that this was the right step. 
“Raquel is preparing a public announcement about Edward and Vergil Delacruz’s crimes. That was will be very soon.” Ulises went on, sitting back against his seat again.
“What of Aurora?” inquired Deva curiously.
Ulises thought for a moment. “Her crime has been that she was incredibly naive. She was not meant to take on the politics of this kingdom, and was decieved by her grandfather. As long as she stays away, I don’t think I’ll take any action towards her. I need to focus on the main offenders.”
Deva raised a brow, amused. But, she didn’t press him on that matter. Then, Ulises leaned forward, folding his hands in front of him.
“Estefania’s alive,” He whispered, even if he was fully aware that Deva knew this already. 
“What will you have me do?” Deva asked as she raised her cup once more.
“...I can’t have you too far away from me. Not while Vergil Delacruz is out there. But...if you can send someone to see if she is in the place I suspect she is in, I would appreciate it.” Ulises said carefully, squeezing his hands together tightly.
Deva looked on at him as he felt nauseous. It was neccessary, he knew that, and he wished he didn’t feel so terrible about it. He wished he was succesful during his first event. It would have been done and over with. But instead, there he was, trying it again, while fighting against a feeling of guilt.
“And if she’s still alive, I’d like whoever you send to take care of it.” He finally said, the taste of bile in his mouth.
Deva finished her drink and put the cup upon his desk. “It shall be done.”
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As the ship Ceasg sailed north for the first time, Councilman High Councilman Shadid Zamorar would recieve an urgent letter from Ulises Arazola, asking him for a private meeting. There, Ulises told him of everything that happened. Shocked by the events, Shadid agreed to help in the matter in any way he could. 
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“Rising from the ashes, I am born again, powerful, exultant, majestic through all the pain.” 
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Important Houses ❉ House Riley
“Leaving flowers on your grave Show that I still care Black roses and Hail Marys I can’t bring back what’s taken from me.”
song: Gone Away by Five Finger Death Punch
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Jewish Mythology | Watchers
Also possibly derived from pagan mythology is the story of the “Watchers” (Genesis 6:1-4). According to this story, heavenly beings once descended to earth, intermarried with humans, and produced the nephilim, “the heroes of old, men of renown”. Jewish tradition regards those heavenly beings as wicked angels, but the myth may represent a fragment of pagan mythology about gods interbreeding with humans to produce heroes.
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Luisa had no words to describe the emotional agony she was feeling. She felt like she was in a never-ending nightmare that she couldn’t wake up from. 
Her beloved Kisu was none other than Edward Delacruz. He was a Delacruz, the grandson of the man who almost eliminated her family. 
He took her heart, shared her bed, and the entire time, he hid who he truly was from her. It was the deception that truly hurt her the most. She felt betrayed, and utterly humiliated. It was only a matter of time before everyone found out what happened.
Everyone would soon find out how stupid and naive she truly was. 
 A rash had begun to spread throughout her body. Physicians had examined her, and could not find a physical reason for it. So, they told her it was stress, and urged her to at least eat to regain strength. But Luisa had no appetite. She refused food for days, and instead, spent them in bed, weeping and sobbing. She slept little, because when she did, she dreamt of him.
Eventually, she one day woke up and felt a little numb. The pain had subsided just enough for her to keep down a few grapes and a few bites of bread. She still felt a deep sorrow that overwhelmed her. It took away the taste of the food she ate. 
It took away the brightness that her love for Kisu had brought her.
She had been left behind in a world full of gray. 
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Humans always looked so odd when they slept. Sometimes, they looked tranquil, whisked away in a happy dream. Other times, they looked perturbed, haunted by nightmares. But, no matter where their minds took them, they always seemed like in a state between death and life. They looked dead, yet they breathed. They were in a place of limbo.
As she watched Ulises Arazola sleep, Deva wondered if that’s what it truly was.
It had been a few days since the happenings between the Arazolas and the Delacruzes. Ulises had faced Vergil head on, and would have died had it not been for Deva’s interference. Now, Ulises lay in his bed, still recovering from the wounds he had sustained.
The public, to her knowledge, had only heard about Vergil Delacruz. They heard that he attacked Ulises and Ulises had somehow beaten him against all the odds. They heard nothing about Aurora Delacruz. They absolutely knew nothing about Edward Delacruz. Nevertheless, Raquel De Corona seemed more keen to make sure Ulises fully recovered before they made a decision on what to do with the information they had.
Luisa Arazola was still resting as well. Deva suspected that she too had wounds, but hers were of the mind and heart rather than her actual body. She had observed that Luisa spoke to no one. She barely ate, and when she wasn’t asleep, she was weeping in her bed, sobbing for hours. Maids tending to her had whispered to each other that Luisa even developed a terrible rash on her body, possibly from all the stress. Deva did her best to not feel anything when observing this, but she found herself feeling sorry for the woman just a little bit.
Deva had decided not to speak to Ulises while he was in the first stages of recovery. She knew he saw parts of her fight with Vergil. She knew he could not comprehend what he saw, and she did not wish to stress him any futher while he rested. Admittingly, she was also frusterated that he did not call for aid when he was about to be fatally harmed by Vergil. She was about to capture Edward and Aurora Delacruz alive, when she just so happened to hear his painful battle cry. It was too close a disaster for her liking. For those reasons, she wanted to a wait a while before speaking to him again. So, she had patched him up and simply observed him from afar, or when he slept.
That night, she checked his wounds. Post battle, Ulises had sustained internal bleeding, broken ribs, a dislocated arm, and there were multiple fractures on both of his legs. He was healing up faster than a normal human’s, which he had her to thank for, but his injuries were so severe, his body still required some time to recuperate. She then looked at him, and without thinking twice, she brushed away strands of sandy hair from his forehead.
“You silly boy.” She muttered, watching him as he peacefully slumbered.
She didn’t know why, but what had begun as a business transaction had started to become something else. A part of her hoped that Ulises would get what he was aiming for.
That part of her also wanted to see Ulises win it all. 
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