Chapter 827 - Owner Of The Card

After a few hours of struggle and pain, where Calhoun stayed next to Madeline, offering her words of encouragement, the Queen of Devon later successfully delivered a healthy vampire baby boy.

Soon the family members entered the room and wished the new parents their congratulations while holding the baby in their arms with love and affection.

Beth watched her sister being taken care of by Calhoun as he gently patted her head with love. Unlike in the past, she didn't feel jealous of Madeline anymore, nor did she view the King as a potential husband for herself.

When the baby boy was passed to her by her parents, Beth couldn't help but touch the baby's head as gently as she could while holding its little fingers. She was no more a sister or a daughter. She was now an aunt, and she couldn't help but smile at the baby.

"Look at those hands. My nephew," said Lucy when she had got the opportunity to hold the baby. Like everyone in the room, she was entranced by the baby's presence.

"I want one too, Lucy. On a second thought a dozen of them," Theodore whispered only for her to hear. Lucy's eyes turned wide, and she coughed and cleared her throat.

She knew what Theodore meant. Looking at her brother's child, her heart yearned to have one. With Paschar's magic that had fixed her wounds, it had also given her another chance to have a child of her own. While Vladimir was speaking to the baby and Calhoun, Lucy turned to look at Theodore, and she said, "Tell me when, and we can put the thought into motion," a mischievous smile was on her lips.

"I cannot wait," replied Theodore, leaning to her side and kissing her temple.

While the people in the Hawthrone castle and the whole of Devon celebrated the arrival of the King and the Queen's child up in Heaven, parchments were getting sealed and signed on orders of fulfilling the wishes that the mortals had prayed.

"Did you hear that? The Devil's grandson and the Archangel Paschar's daughter have a child now," said one of the angels to another, who had returned from the living world.

"What is the baby? Is it a demon or an angel?" questioned another angel, who heard this.

"A vampire," answered the first angel. "How strange, to think that it didn't turn like either one of the kind."

"Strange it is," came archangel Ramiel's voice from behind, where the two angels stood to talk. "Stranger that you aren't working on finishing the work as fast as you can. Get back to your work now," he said in a calm voice, and the angels quickly went on their way to complete their tasks.

Seeing the two angels leave, Archangel Ramiel made his way through the garden and towards the tall building by walking past the corridor of light where he found Paschar. Paschar was looking at a painting that hung on the wall.

"Congratulations for having a grandchild," Ramiel wished Paschar and the archangel turned to look at his fellow brother with a smile. "It is fascinating that it is only you and the Devil who have a grandchild and a great grandchild, sharing the same child. The term of your punishment has been over and you are now free to enter the living world, Paschar."

Paschar had been patiently looking forward to this day, and now that it was here, a smile appeared on his lips on hearing the news about his daughter giving birth to her son. But it was the fact that his daughter had kept him in her prayers and wanted to be part of the happiness.

"It is wonderful news," replied Paschar, and he then asked, "What about Raphael?"

Murmurs had been going around about Raphael and Madeline's sister, Elizabeth, whose wish had not appeared in the Heavenly realm.

"It was pulled out two days ago, and I have submitted the girl's wish for approval. He should follow you soon," responded Ramiel. "I worried that he might get too attached to the vessel," he added.

Paschar smiled and said, "Thank you for submitting them, Ramiel."

Raphael was in the garden painting with Constance when the news about Calhoun and Madeline's child had reached his ears. Since the time he had heard Beth's words in the church, he knew the time was near, and he waited. He had been waiting while helping the souls in here, speaking to them.

After a few hours, an angel came looking for him and called him, "Archangel Raphael!"

"What is it?" questioned Raphael, his golden eyes staring at the person.

"It is about the wish, and it has passed its approval. You are now free to go," informed the angel, and Raphael stopped what he was doing. "Archangel Paschar just left to visit the living world."

Raphael brought his hand forward, raising it and a small watch appeared in the palm of his hand, reading the hour of Devon, and he saw it was still noon.

"Would you like me to bring the doc.u.ments that had to be-" the angel was still speaking, but Raphael had disappeared from there, heading to the living world.

In less than a few seconds, Raphael appeared in the Hawthrone's castle. His attire had changed from his angelic robes to one that a person in the living world would wear. He was no more a demon and had come here as an archangel. The fringes of his black hair fell over his forehead, and the backside of his hair shortened.

A light chatter filled in the castle that came from the maids and some of the guests who had arrived to congratulate the King and the Queen.

His appearance was starkly different than the last time he was here, which was why people in the castle thought he was the King's acquaintance. His hairstyle, the clothes he wore, and his gold eyes that now searched for the girl, whom he had come here for.

Walking through the corridors, he finally caught sight of her.