"Yes, dear Elena, it was you who caused all this to yourself. "She answered, solemn. "When a supernatural creature is killed, it is sent here, and has to live on the outskirts of my temple forever and ever, without rest. In your case, there is the soul of a powerful fallen angel and the first woman created by God, so you are too strong to simply die. You will never die. However, she is doomed to have to find new bodies to make housing in every life that passes. Therefore, no supernatural creature from hell is strong enough to kill her. None of your allies and enemies from hell can really cause enough for you to die. What happens is that it has always been your choice to let Lucifer throw his soul into the wind to choose a new life and then live everything again until this very moment. As I said from the beginning, so that you would come to me, to ask the same questions and get the same answers. The cycle always continues, by a unique and exclusively your choice.I was so shocked by th
"Simply because he is the only one who knows how to reverse the spell you cast on everyone in your castle," said the Oracle, no longer observing the ceiling, but rather the only entrance and exit from his room. As if waiting for someone to come in. "It's a duplicate spell. He can share his power by staying trapped in another body. Thus, some of the power is in a more fragile body, and the real power remains hidden and undetectable in a different body. So, even if you die at his hands, nothing will happen to the rest of your powers, because their source is not in that body inside your castle.So it came to my mind every moment when Jensen was in my presence. The strange sensations that your power caused me. The doubts. But my constant habit of thinking that he was too old and carefree beyond the count to want to get his hands dirty or make an effort to kill me, were the reasons for me to be caught by such a surprise. And now that Vraxlon said he could feel one of his demons prowling ar
"I would gain all my powers back," she replied, shrugging her shoulders. "Or at least he hoped to provoke enough fury in Lucifer for him to believe that the death of his protege was caused by the archangels, since in all the centuries you always escaped through the human world and took some of your faithful and more suckers servants. Because, in case you didn't notice, Your Majesty, I haven't been provoking the war directly. Gradually, being part of your group of counselors, I was influencing your decisions, I was taking a long time to warn about the intentions of the other princes, and I was secretly working on a plan for all of you to turn against each other. However, things always ended the same way. And the most absurd thing about all this is that even your friends always seemed very oblivious to everything that happened. I never understood very well. But now I think I'm coming to some answer about the strange memory loss that affects you and all your friends every time we get to
"Please stop it," I asked, since I could no longer save Vraxlon by the way I intended, I would beg if it was necessary. "Stop trying to harm me, since you know very well that I can't die. Stop letting history repeat itself, because if you want to cause another war, you won't be able to get anywhere if you always perform the same actions. Destiny has already written my story. I'm not going to die this time, Kyra. And you will not be able to cause the war you expect so much. Please be sensible.“Sensata? I don't need wisdom, Your Majesty. I really need you not to die "screwed her, raising the necklace with the power that Vraxlon and I created. The bluish flame still remained lit, now blinking like never before. "That's why I'm here. Because we all serve a purpose. If history does not repeat itself to a certain extent, you will not have enough reasons to become what Lucifer expects him to become, and which I also hope, because in this way the Creator will know that you are more than a th
However, I tried to keep my eyes closed while he was nearby, and I opened them immediately when he walked away, trying to bring a little firmness to my expression. But I wanted to cry when your eyes meet mine, and in them there was only despair and impotence.I just wanted to cry. And I knew what the tears meant before they flowed. The prediction of a death. The crying of a Banshee.The shield of the Oracle gave way, and immediately one of the flames of Kyra's power hit me, throwing me with all my strength into the back of the room. My whole body was consumed by the pain of those silver flames, and I swore that it was on fire, until I noticed that the place where the magic had hit was my chest, and that, somehow, my body had retained that power, sending it to my veins, wanting to awaken what was under my skin, right in the center of my soul.That was the exact place where Lilith had once played, causing pain for me to remember how to use my power. The awareness of the fact made me ope
"Oh, do you still think you're my master and that you can talk to me like that? "Singed Kyra with maximum disdain. "I don't care which side you would fight on in the war, Vraxlon. I don't care what benefits I could have with the use of your powers. I don't want your help. I just need to follow the script for Lucifer to revolt enough to declare war on behalf of his daughter. That's what none of you understand!"Let them go," asked the Oracle, sounding with his calm and blessed voice. Even seeing shadows and figures, I could see the bluish magic that she raised again around us, now that she was in front of us, the chains that held her stretched to the maximum so that she could protect us. "There is another way to start the war that awaits so much. You don't have to take the story the same way. You can provoke the war with the book written by the queen. Take both manuscripts, you will have no problem persuading the sin of pride, and you can easily manipulate the sin of gluttony. I use th
Hyenna remained standing in the range of a pilaster, in shock. She seemed shaken by the idea that one of them was really involved in the problem, and that attitude would condemn everyone if they could kill me; including her. She was the only one who stayed the furthest, almost shrinking. Tennebris squeezed Jensen's nape tightly, inducing him to raise his head when he was already on his knees before my feet. The old and stocky man watched me with a very evil smile on his withered lips."You're almost there, dear," he murmured fainly. "It's almost fulfilling its purpose. And I am very pleased to have complied with mine. And I don't care if you kill me now. What should have been done is gone, and everything that comes now is part of a bigger plan. I fulfilled my purpose.I leaned enough to take Jensen's bearded chin in my hand, nailing my nails into his dry and flaccid skin. When I approached, I growled against his face. The sound echoed throughout the hall, and even with my eyes fixed o
"I condemn you to the worst eternity you can have in your miserable lives," I spoke out loud, receiving a look of surprise from Alastor, the judge of hell itself. He didn't dare interrupt me, of course. Jensen and Kyra whined, the bodies without magic now seeming more vulnerable than ever. "You will watch while I rule, powerless and vulnerable as the dumb human you thought I was. They will not be allowed to die, and even if they are weakened by the lack of powers, I forbid them to die. And all they will do with their lives will be to suffer, cry, scream, and they will never be a drop of happiness as long as they exist. I condemn you to be devoured by my dogs, and to live trapped in their bowels until the end of time.Before Kyra and Jensen could say anything, again awakening from the trance that my words caused him, the throne room was destroyed when one of Cerberus' heads "my dog and protector of the gates" emerged to the nearest corner where I was, on my back. Dust and small pebbles