In Elise's life, there was most of the time where she had lost everything dear to her, she found some along the way, people who became dearer to her, a friend she treasure, and those who support her. 

Today, there was separation in her life again, but it was different than the separation that pained her heart like in the past. 

There was also, new meeting in her life. Such as now, where she could finally meet her grandfather. Raziel reached out his hand toward her and whispered, "Let us let them have a time for themselves."

Elise looked at Lady Lucy and took the first step to pull the woman to her embrace. "It was nice to meet you, mother."

Lady Lucy chuckled. "I am glad to have you in our family, Elise and I hope God would bless you two for a child soon," the woman beamed, causing Elise's cheeks to turn red. 

"That's the last case you should worry about, mother," Ian grinned and kissed Elise's cheek before she left. 

Elise watched Ian and Lady Lucy as she walked away when she heard Raziel said, "I see you have chosen him."

"Do you know Ian?" Elise questioned and Raziel shook his head. 

"However, I do know what kind of person he is. Lucy often told me about him. Some times about how he would get in fight with his step brother and make his entire family except her feeling ashamed in front of the guests who came to their house. But he was clever enough to appear innocent in the middle of all the fight," Raziel spoke. 

There were angels who stood not to far, watching Raziel gleefully speaking to people for along time, causing them to be surprised. If there was one archangel in Heaven who no one can approach it would be Raziel. Part of the reason for his hard to approach mien was how he rarely smile, and how rare for him to exchange discussion for more than three sentence. 

At the moment, however, to everyone's surprise Raziel had actively talk to the granddaughter of Satan. If it wasn't surprising earlier, it should become surprising now when Raziel chuckled in between his discussion. 

"I can imagine that," Elise chuckled. She wondered if when she had a son, their children would take Ian's quality which wasn't bad the least to her eyes as she could see so many good quality of her husband's.

"I wanted to congratulate you, Elise. Apollyon was no easy enemy to be defeated. And while all of that was happening and when tragedy striking you, I am sorry that I wasn't able to help you," Raziel, her grandfather expressed. The eyes he looked her with was full of gentleness and regret. 

Elise heard Raziel was the angel of wrath and yet now, seeing him, she couldn't see how her grandfather was the angel of wrath. He was so different than Apollyon who was greedy and envious of all people around him. 

Raziel was a calm person but perhaps the same calmness was what made it fearsome when anger started to boil in his blood. 

Yet to Elise's eyes, her grandfather appeared to be someone who would listen carefully to people on his surrounding and someone deeply loyal. 

"I heard, that you were in the prison and that you had to protect Heaven when I fought with Apollyon," answered Elise, without an ounce of blaming. "I also knew that the reason why Ian's wound healed quickly is due to you, grandfather. I sensed a trace of angel's magic."

Raziel was taken aback but replied with a proud smile. Like how one try to touch a bubble of soap, he carefully raised his hand and rubbed the crown of Elise's head. 

"Yes, you are so similar to your mother. So different than you grandmother, however," Raziel reminisced. 

"Grandmother?" Elise curiously asked, "What kind of a person was she?" 

"Let's see," Raziel hummed, "She was a very troublesome person. It was war time during Hell and Heaven. At the time, she was my enemy. Someone who belong to Hell." 

"Grandmother was a demon?" Elise asked, she had thought her maternal grandmother would be a demon and the demonic blood which run through her blood came from her father's side.

"Yes. She was the guard of the Hell's gate, someone who was stubborn, fierce, and perhaps even more wrathful than me," Raziel looked at the sky in silence. "We started at the wrong foot. She stabbed me and I chased her. There is still a wound on my back that she carved."

Elise blinked at the story, not knowing nor expecting the story of her grandfather and grandmother would started fierce. 

Regardless, she continued keeping an ear to her grandfather's story. "Things happened and we ceased our fight. I can't understand someone like her. In the begging she was no different to those demons filled with jealousy and envy of Heaven. But with the time I shared with her, I know more of her as her own person. I learned that her drive was to protect her own place. It took time but perhaps not as well before I fell for her."

Elise could see how her grandfather's expression changing as she listened to his story. She learned his expression of pure joy, sadness, and regret all happening at once. 

"It's a little frightening, something called love is. You never knew when it started, how it happened. But you do know that you love the other person the moment you have drowned in the sea of love. Our love was forbidden but we didn't back down. For that, I hated Heaven and Hell, both at once."

"But you are here now, protecting Heaven," Elise pointed out subtly. 

"Yes. Because even though I hated Heaven at the same time, I love Heaven and our King. So much that I can also give them my life like how I felt to her. She was a demon, but demons never meant evil and Angels never meant kindness and purity. We all have demons in us, and angels in us. Which why I support you Elise," Raziel stopped his step to look at her eyes. "You took the path you believe in, love the person your heart led you to, and I am proud to have you as my granddaughter."

Elise knitted her brows together. Raziel smiled when suddenly he was taken by surprise as Elise had run to hug him. 

Though surprise, a hug from his granddaughter would never be something Raziel would ever reject. He reached his hand to hug her back. "Tell Adelaide that I am proud of her as my daughter as well."

Ian, on the other hand, stood up from his seat when it was finally time for him to leave. He looked at his mother and decided to pour out the content of his heart. "I still hate father to this day, mother. I hated how he abandoned you, how he shamed you, and how despite all that he was desperate to lock you in his life."

"I don't blame you for hating anyone," answered Lady Lucy. "You are your own person Ian. I don't blame you for anything."

"Even for the fact how I have ever killed an innocent person and wasn't able to help you?" Ian asked, his eyes holding a glistening veil. 

"Oh dear, why would I ever blame you? In my life, perhaps everything wasn't as happy as I wish but you know, there is one day to this day that never failed to make me happy," Lady Lucy smiled wider while looking at Ian, "It was the day when you were born. No matter what other said, Ian. You are my son, my dearest lovely son."

Ian wasn't one to cry but meeting his mother and to express the regret he had been holding in his heart break the wall of his heart.

There were many method for people to cope with their sadness and loss. Ian was one to hardened his heart, being colder to others to not show any gap for people to hurt him. But those walls he put up on him break in front of his mother, the woman who had give birth to him, protect him, and raised him with love.

Ian raised up to his seat after some more time. "I will see you again, mother." His hopeful words meant that this wasn't their last meeting. 

Lady Lucy answered with the same hope, "We will."