Deal Between God And Devil

Chapter 56

We are torn between nostalgia
For the familiar
And an urge for the foreign and strange,
As often as not,
We are homesick most
For the places, we have never known.

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Zayn wrapped his hands around Harry's waist while Harry wrapped them around his neck and rested his head on his hard chest, smelling his fresh-grassy scent. Harry wolf consent in his mind yet alert, she was loving the warmth spreading through their body by this men.

As they were teleporting and Zayn had strictly instructed Harry not to open his eyes.

Harry being the curious him asked, again and again, but Zayn refuse to tell. Harry pouted since Zayn couldn't bare the pout on his face, his demon going wild in his head, telling him rapidly to kiss him.

Zayn answered, "Cause if we are teleporting and you opened your eyes, you'll get dizzy and even vomit!" Harry nods and shut his eyes, not daring to open them for even a second while they teleport, wind fleeing through their air as they clinch onto each other.

They finally stopped, the wind around them settled down and Harry opened his eyes when he felt they have arrived. His green eyes looked around them, they were standing in a hallway, Zayn let him go and Harry frowned as he looked around a bit. Fading memory flashed in his mind as he looked at the foreigner yet familiar place.

A heavy and massive chandelier was hanging on their heads, it was crystal made, compliment with different lumps. Different pictures of old people king of the kingdom were hanging on picture frames, a few lines written in foreign languages under every passing picture.

Harry frowned as he gazed at every first picture, it was an old man in his full glory, a diamond crown resting on his h, read, and a sword resting in his hand while he proudly looked back at the painter. Harry lowered his gaze and fell on the words that were written in a foreign language and without any hesitancy, the words flew through his mouth.

"Ο Άδης, ο θεός Άδης, ο γνωστός Θεός των Νεκρών, είναι ένας από τους πιο ειρηνικούς και αμερόληπτους θεούς
" (Hades, the first mere god of hell, renowned God of the Dead, is one of the most peaceful and impartial gods)

(Ο Λοθάρι, ο δεύτερος απλός θεός της κόλασης, ο θεός του θανάτου, είναι επίσης γνωστός ως ο ισχυρότερος βασιλιάς του αιώνα. Ακολούθησε τα βήματα του Άδη.) (Lothaire, the second mere god of hell, god of death, is also known as the most powerful king of all century. He followed the footsteps of Hades and ruled over the kingdom with his queen by his side. Irene)

Harry's frown got even deeper and he looked at Zayn, eyes lacing with confusion and shock. He took a few steps back, the picture he was just gazing onto was of a dead god, and the language? He doesn't remember learning any of the language other than the one he spoke and the language doesn't even look like the one they speak on earth.

Maybe on the far side of the earth, away from Harry's home but nowhere near Harry does someone know this language and there was no chance of Harry learning in his childhood. So, how does it know the language?

He hesitantly took steps and looked at the other picture that had a similar language written under it but before Harry could look at the words. Zayn holds his hand, resisting him from looking at the picture and dragging him across the hallway.

Walking past the door but a smile itself crossed Harry's face as his eyes hand on a very familiar door, his heart beating loudly and he quickly pulled his hand from Zayn's hold, who looked surprised but didn't make a move to stop him. He walked Harry run towards the room with a grin, he opened the room. The door opened with a crushing sound of its own, followed by a little dirt smoke but Harry quickly run inside as soon as he got the change.

The room was huge, beautiful sculptures done on the ceiling with lamps decorating the walls. Little angels statue figures were located in the corner of the room. The marbling of the floor was done with some old-fashionable red stone. Harry couldn't identify, he just looked around at all the paintings and a laugh left his mouth.

He run towards the throne that was situated on the far side of the room. A few giggles escaped his mouth as he shouted for his mate.

Memories flashed through his mind. He runs around the mansion with a she-wolf puppy while Zayn runs behind them, another one where he refuses to sit in a wooden carriage, or one where he asked Zayn to wear the flower crown.

Memorize's were there and they were crashing through Harry's mind. It wasn't the first time that Harry felt like he was missing a part of his life and watching them in bits and pieces. As if he wants though to do something but he couldn't remember. The past that was his yet left foreigner. Watching his own life like an outsider.

"Zainab" Harry shouted without thinking, his mouth working on its own. His wolf howled in pleasure and they both doesn't know what was happening but the Dopamine flowed through their bodies.

Zayn froze as he heard that name from Harry, his eyes filled with unshaded tears as he teleported in front of Harry in no time. He hugged Harry clinching for his dear life. His demon begged him to set him free while being on the surface as his eyes turned flaming golden.

"Where's my painting?" Harry asked as he nested his head on Zayn's shoulder while his hands ran down his neck to his shoulder where his wings were located to grab the dark wings but a frown settled on his face as he couldn't find them.

"Look around princess the whole room is filled with your painting!" Zayn aka Zainab informed him, a chuckle leaving his mouth. He cuddles Harry close to his heart while holding his waist.

They stayed in each other arms for a while at least until Harry got his senses back and confusion pass through his mind. He didn't know what he did or why did he call Zayn, Zainab but it felt satisfaction like that was what his name was or why he know about this room, in this unknown yet familiar mansion.

He was confused but constant, cause the moment he walked into this mansion it felt like it was his home. Like he know every room, every turn, every corner of this mansion, as if he had lived here, not a year, not decades but for eternity.

The painting that was hanging on the beautiful wall was certainly his but in the picture, he had long and darker hair, his facial features were more feminine and he had brighter skin. In the painting, he was a girl? Same features, he had met Olivia in, was it his painting or his wolf's human form?

Pulling away from Zayn, yet still, in his arms, Harry held his face in his hand tears building in his eyes as he asked in a little voice. "Why don't I remember anything?"

"You do remember everything Harry, they lay in the deeper part of your brain baby. Soon all the curtains will fall and you'll be again in my arms while no curtain lay between us." Zayn said as his voice got deep and a sound of chuckle filled the room.

Harry sniffed as he looked at Zayn with a little hesitant a question kept repeating in his head as finally voiced his question, the one he was too afraid to ask and too eager to know the answer of.

Harry said out loud as he looked at Zayn with hope, the words left his mouth and Olivia said them at the same time.

"Are you mate?"

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