As the light dimmed in the tent, Angelique remained sited, one of her hands on her lower abdomen, her eyes staring off into distance, processing what she had been told. Umma's words came with a certain ease on her heart, yet, it brought even more discomfort than there already was regarding her situation. Only now has it started to settle the fact that she was supposed to mate, marry, wed, whatnot, two God like beings, one more terrible than the other. She had been told so many times that it was her fate, that she started to actually believe it. Yet, what did all this mean? It was more than obvious there was an instinctual pull towards Aellioah, but Azrael? She'd rather dig his eyes out with her own claws than allow him to lay a finger on her. And yet... her body reacted in a different way
