I was still lying on the bed, with a barrier of magic surrounding my body with the same curious and beautiful tone that that silhouette that was chasing me used to materialize, and I realized that I was being observed, many, many light years ago above hell."Let me in," he said, and I stood still, in my mind and body. Miguel said again: "Let me in. I can save you""What world do you live in?" I asked, even though I knew I didn't have much time left. Even though he knew he could lie. I waited for the answer, and it took longer than I could allow me to wait, even so, it arrived."In the first world of the Creator," he replied, and I knew he was referring to God and the heavens. He was an archangel then. The simple frown of eyebrows at the sign of astonishment cost me a lot of effort."Why are you following me? Are you watching me for him?", I asked, aware of each beat one slower than the other on that pointer that marked the end of my life, maybe the beat was my own heart failing to fig
Hyenna's envy was so much to copy Lucifer and his Pandemonium, that it was always the heart of hell, that she tried to cover the traces of the copy by making it all in a parallel version to what would be the fire. But there was no real ice. It wasn't cold. It was heat covered by magic. And my human body, weakened by poisoning, didn't realize that. Absurd and bizarre. My head hurt from thinking about it so much.Vraxlon only spoke to me when we crossed the gates out of the sight of Hyenna's guards, even though she still had eyes and ears on the crows that were flying over our heads and on the creatures that camouflaged in the snow of her forest."How did you get here? "He questioned, finally, reaching the shores of that frozen sea, stopping under the rocky slope that I had seen at the time I got there.I wondered how much time had really passed. From my arrival, to the help of that man from another world. Because of the hunger that was starting to make me miss Faye, I was also missing
Vraxlon was still frowning, but did not retreat as I took two more steps towards him, getting so close that our breasts almost touched each other. And I touched his face, feeling his full and beautiful beard sticking my fingers, concentrating everything that was in me in the touch, on the soft and warm skin melting below my cold palm, and closed my eyes. I didn't listen to anything against that sound preservation shield he produced to prevent Hyenna's creatures from listening to our conversations as we left his territory.I didn't even hear my own breath. Very focused on making it work. Although I don't know how. My soul and my magic took care of the rest, as if I didn't need more than a command and a good willpower for it to happen the way I wanted.My head became nothing, the thoughts hiding like dust under a carpet, and my mind became liquid, malleable, sailing away from me, using my arm and the touch on the face of the prince-warrior before me as a bridge to connect our thoughts.
I screamed against my soul, and against all the curious creatures of Hyenna who were trying to peek over the shield of Vraxlon's sounds, and I screamed against the hatred that rose from my throat, potentiating that infernal magic, like a sound impulse.When I reopened my eyes, Vraxlon had wide eyes and looked pale, and my throat seemed cut from so sore. I thought it would be difficult to have something in the world capable of scaring a demon, but I opened a smile to the shock on his face, and turned to observe the portal created by me.It had edges in that magenta tone that represented my power, blurred as an attempt by time to understand that break in its reality, and right in the center of the portal, was the castle that I imagined belonging to Octavius, immaculate with all the extension of sand that surrounded it.I stretched out a hand to Vraxlon and he offered me yours, I realized how trembling he was."If I didn't know you, prince of lust... "I sang in a hoarse voice, putting on
Faye clapped her hands."You should remember that we have important matters to continue and that it is the life of our queen, and friend, who is at stake," she said, crossing her arms. "Can't you overcome the fact that she has no interest in the games you two are playing to conquer her? "She looked from Octavius to Vraxlon, and they both dared not express any emotion. Faye sighed. "Remember, if she dies, she will forget everything you are hard striving to do, so my dear friends who think with nothing but their heads down, make an effort to keep her alive, and not to win this ridiculous ego dispute. Or both of them will lose.”There was a moment of silence, so the magic of Vraxlon receded, and my head was relieved of that absurd pressure. Octavius nodded, but I still felt his magic floating among us like a ghost breeze."Now that we all agree," I started, trying to convey peace to my voice. "I need you to take me to the sarcophagus of your castle, Octavius.”The prince of pride widened
I nodded very calmly, and allowed him to guide me to the door. Vraxlon followed on my back, silent, although I felt a small portion of his power being released every second, as if being in the territory of another man was demanding a lot from him so as not to explode in fury "especially when Octavius was this man.When we opened the door, we were greeted by an immense staircase, from an open place and so wide that it reminded me of a stadium, but this one did not contain chairs, and what was in its center was what really looked like a tomb made of dark stone. Although I knew that funerals and burials were not held in hell, it was hard not to shudder at the idea of violating a tomb."I have the impression of really knowing this place "I spoke to no one in particular, narrowing my eyes to the stone structure that lay waiting.Octavius gave me a quick look, as we went down the steps that didn't seem to have an end."My kingdom has always been the one in which you remained the longest, my
I understood who the woman was. I understood which entity would be powerful enough to enter and leave at any time, from anywhere, without needing permission for this. Who would make me almost die to understand my powers and use them. In front of me was Lilith, the first woman created by God. And when the understanding finally came, she opened another wide and long smile. I felt a nauseating place of magic passing through us, I felt my necklace finally coming to life and burning in my chest, and when all I could see was the pain going up and down my body, I screamed."What place is this? What did you do to me?”Lilith watched me in the penumbra, from inside the fog of that unknown and gloomy place, whose only light reached only the place where I was, coming from a very far and high corner. There were no walls, no ceiling, not even a floor in my field of vision. She just watched and didn't answer for a long time. To the relief of my fearful and frightened mind, at least I could see that
Until the day she simply wrote a whole book that, in Latin, taught how to summon demons and other creatures. The nuns understood it as an act of revolt, and the mother superior, Sister Celeste, decided to punish her with whipping. It was hard to look at. Even worse was feeling every time the whip waved in the air and descended against Elena's skin "my skin. Elena suffered for days with those injuries, from the bath to bedtime, the pain accompanied her and the pain strengthened her. Until the day he decided to contradict an order from Sister Celeste, which simply consisted of asking God for forgiveness for her sins, and realized what was happening... He noticed when he looked into the nun's eyes and saw them take on the black color at once, erasing even the white part.That's when she realized that the nun was possessed, that the woman had been touched by evil at some point in her mediocre life. And when she was about to be attacked by that demon, she managed to hit the nun with a lamp