Chapter 859: Dandelions- Part 1  

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Michael stared at the little boy, who continued to play with the wolf, petting and talking to it as if the wolf understood everything he said. No one would have ever seen this coming, for the archangels and the Devil to meet each other's eyes without using their staffs to smite the other.

The wish the boy had asked was a simple one, just like Madeline had prayed for Paschar to come and spend his time with her child. But with the wish being associated with the Devil, Michael wasn't sure about what to do. When it came to the Devil, the slightest actions had consequences. The ripple effect would go too far to cause possible chaos.

But then...this was a wish that related to Constance. The person had a pure soul, and even though she had gone through difficulties in the living world, her soul had continued to stay pure and forgiving.

"What would you do if I brought your grandmother here?" asked Michael to the boy.

Morven, who had both his hands on Maddox's head, turned slowly to look at the man, "I will show her the toys that I received today. She can tell me stories at night."

Michael nodded his head, "Looks like you have already decided."

"Papa told me that grandma used to tell him many good stories," said the little boy.

The archangel gave it more thought before disappearing from there, leaving the living realm and returning to the Heavenly realm. As he walked through the garden, he met other souls who offered him their greetings, and he returned it. He made his way to where Constance stood like a painting.

As if sensing his arrival, Constance turned to meet Michael's eyes with a smile. "You are back," she said. "Did you enjoy your time? Raphael said all of you were going to the living realm."

Michael didn't respond to her because he had to make the decision now. Like many other pure souls, he had tried to protect Constance, opening the path to Heaven, which was where she had ended after her death, where there was no pain. And somewhere along the line, he had come to care for her a little more compared to the other souls. He couldn't help but question how a Devil had such a pure soul as his daughter.

In the past, Lucifer used to be one of the best archangels of Heaven, but he had fallen. He wondered if the little hidden goodness the Devil was left with had been passed on to Constance.

A frown appeared on Constance's face, noticing him not responding, and she asked, "Is everything alright?"

Michael gave her a nod, "Yes. I wanted to ask you how your dreams have been."

Constance was no mere person. Being the daughter of the Devil and being able to give birth to a powerful son, Michael knew the protective shield he had placed over her mind was slowly crumbling.

"They have been the same with blur," answered Constance, and she added, "You look troubled. Would you like to take a seat?"

"I would like that," replied Michael, walking with her towards the bench, and they sat next to each other. The breeze around the garden was gentle, and the sun's rays touched the ground of the realm of Heaven. "As I was the one to bring you here, believing you will be safe here, I want to ask you if you want to go back to the place where you originally belong to?"

"You mean the living realm?" asked Constance, and Michael nodded his head.

"Sometimes, we angels interfere in the mortal world and don't realize what it might cause. But at the same time, it is also the right decision," said Michael.

He had not opened the path for her in the past, she would have been in more pain, and Hell would have scarred her because Vladimir was sleeping at that point in time. Constance had been preserved by making way to this place, and her soul had tried to heal from the pain that had been caused when she was alive.

"One day...your memories will break free and that day you will want to go back, not that we won't let you," said Michael, turning to look at Constance, who was already looking at him intently. "Souls in Heaven forget about their past life, but it seems like you are different. We send you now, or we send you back later, it is going to be one and the same. I believe in time, Constance."

"Is it allowed?" questioned Constance. She had come to hear some of the rules from the angels and what happened if they broke them.

Michael offered her a smile. He should have known that her heart was in the living world, and though she did die, he was willing to send her back.

"I am willing to make an exception for you. You have been a kind soul, Constance and it has been a p.l.e.a.s.u.r.e to have you here," said Michael. He brought his hand up and placed his finger on her forehead. His fingertip gently brushed against her skin. Sending her away wasn't easy, but he was someone who had always stood for the right things. "I will come and visit you in the living world. My favourite soul from Heaven."

It took a moment for Constance to realize what Michael actually meant, and she could see her surroundings starting to change.

"Won't you come with me?" she asked, placing her hand on his wrist, and her actions took him by surprise.

When Constance had died, Michael was there at her bedside to collect her soul. He had seen the pain she had gone through, but being a person from the Heavenly realm, he couldn't interfere.

Since he had taken Constance to Heaven, being there and watching over her, some form of attachment had formed. There were times when he couldn't help but wonder how she had ended up in such a bad company and had a bad life.

Even though Constance was pure, she had ended up falling for someone who was the complete opposite of her. He had seen the man and his family, completely vile and just like most of the mortals who liked to manipulate everything around them for their own gain. But he was only an archangel, and he had decided not to stick his nose where it was not needed.

He didn't know if he would have been able to change things in the past, but he offered her a smile.

"Life would have been much easier if we didn't have so many complications, isn't it? Now I understand the others a little better than before," said Michael to her. "I will see you soon, Constance. But for now, I hope you will continue to stay in peace."

Constance felt the shield and the protective barrier placed over her mind start to break while the foggy clouds around her increased. Before she knew it, Michael's hand had disappeared, and she appeared in the middle of the garden.

She was back in the Hawthrone castle.