"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
I let hell become ashes and washes, while I became nothing.By the time my eyes opened again, there were no more washes, screams, and no more fire eating my skin. My heart no longer burned from the pain of mourning, and I did not feel that impression that I would be broken by the pain of that very recent wound. For a moment I just appreciated the feeling; the peace. For a moment I just wished that my heart would become serene and silent, like that place. I wanted to feel that way for the rest of my life, and I wondered if I couldn't stay there forever.Somewhere far away, hell was being consumed by its own source of power; totally ruined by fire. Somewhere even further away, the archangels should be mobilizing so that the destruction below the earth would not be perceived by humans. Somewhere far away, I could feel a particular archangel looking down from his home in paradise, wanting to know what actually happened, since he no longer had that connection with my soul. Everything seeme
When I finally stopped, my head was already hurting, and my eyes were burning. The mouth didn't stop having that salty taste of tears, and the nose became congested. Even so, he waited until I calmed down, until the storm was moving away and the light began to fill my heart again. Your magic only receded when I sniffed and tried to control the sound of my breathing, knowing that the best way to deal with it would be to put my thoughts in place.Only then did I start to think more clearly. Only then did I remember Faye's easy laughter, Tennebris' priceless bad mood. I remembered that there was a life beyond the one I shared for a short time with Vraxlon. That my world should not end with a broken heart. That we were supernatural creatures, that we obeyed our own laws.That what we live in human lands could not be lost in that way. With the world being destroyed by my fury. They didn't deserve that. Faye and Tennebris deserved the time that Vraxlon and I didn't have. And I deserved to l
"Because you were never created to rule hell," he said, opening a singing smile. Obviously, Lucifer still had enough powers to know when someone had hidden intentions in a question. He knew I feared the answer. "You were made to command all worlds. To be greater than the Creator himself. You have the blood of an archangel and a Goddess running through your veins. It was not conceived, because it would cause so much fury in the heavens that not even I could prevent them from killing her. You were made, with blood and fire. Your kingdom is everything where the air touches and life exists. You were never created to limit yourself to hell. And the Creator always knew that. Therefore, the Oracle was persuaded to write his story so that we would always get to this point. However, this is the first time you have asked me the right questions, and you do not decide thoughtlessly that you should go back and repeat your whole life. It is the first time you realize that your life and the world of
He managed to get rid of the police officers who, after long minutes trying to shoot his body, had the brilliant idea of getting into a melee combat. He was the best at that. He was a warrior. He had been created to fight powerful battles and had become even stronger when he was sent to hell. He managed to beat all the humans who stood in his way, and scared the rest to run away and leave the confusion to those who tried so hard to prevent their Creator from winning.He fought with all his strength. There was magic in his body. He would be able to defeat everyone if he used his powers of illusion and confusion. He could make one kill the other, just with a look, with just a gesture of his fingers. But he needed to want it. That magic was rooted in that body, belonging only to that ancient and stubborn soul. He couldn't use magic. He didn't want to use magic. So he had to fight.The world was just a blur. Just an illusory surface of an ancient time. He looked at everyone, and couldn't
But it was a lie. Even if I made everyone freeze in time and stop killing and attacking each other, I would never do anything for Lucifer's prediction about the fall of humans. He knew that day would come. He was exiled for saying what was obvious, and the Creator was condemning everyone just to be able to start again. It was so unfair that it made me nauseous. I managed to get the elderly lady to be supported by other people, and I was able to keep moving through the mess and chaos. Zylah and Anne were at the doors of the cafeteria when I was coming back down the street. They should have gone there to pick me up or something like that. My friends didn't even say a word. They understood what was happening and how much I had already given me to try to change something.Chaos was a very small word to use. I would say that the city was more like pandemonium than it really was. The traffic was terrible, and it was night. There shouldn't be any traffic, but an accident caused us all to get
"What if you were alone?" Suggested Zylah, requests." Grandma used to see these things when no one was getting in the way. Or maybe it's the time. She was only shocked by whatever she had seen when it was already night and close to dawn. There is a question of schedules and moons in everything related to witches, maybe that's the problem."No, the feeling I have is that there is no one else on the other side, I mean, there is, but not the person who contacted me," I explained, again running my fingers through the mirror glass. The sound that my nails produced was uncomfortable, so I stopped. I had such a big suspicion of what that thing of having been contacted was about, I felt my heart so anxious and hurried to hear me saying the words. Only, looking at Miguel, I didn't have the courage to pronounce them. We had just reestablished that lost connection, he did not deserve to be removed once again for a silly guess. It was impossible for it to be Vraxlon. He couldn't be trying to come
There were no more pure souls in that world. There was no more hope that they would be assisted by archangels and that their destinies would be good on the other side of life. We, capital sins, condemn the humanity we intended to save. In the dawn newspaper, reporters were camped at the gates of the white house, waiting for the decision that would lead the world to its total ruin or that would give another day of salvation to everyone.I didn't feel any change in the world. I didn't notice if the magic of Tennebris or Octavius was falling on the earth again, so I started the work of wanting to open a giant portal and shove everyone inside it. I had created a kind of wormhole in purgatory, when Vraxlon's death moved me enough to feel all the hatred and want the world to end. Perhaps, watching the death of Miguel or my friends could awaken this magic of such a powerful storm."You have a sinister expression," said Zylah, snapping her fingers in front of my face. I blinked, she watched m
"Iraq is not that innocent," said Paul, in a gloomy tone. He glanced at the top of his back, visualizing the police station, and if anyone would be coming. Then he faced Anne again." Not everything was revealed to the media. There are many attacks around the world, so people are taking refuge. But this has been happening for some time. It is something we have been facing since the terrorist groups began to kill in the name of God. I mean, from their God. So, it doesn't surprise us that our generals and soldiers are tired. It's an endless war. Humanity has been killing itself for millennia."That's why he gave up," said Miguel, and Anne sighed. He always saw that children killed parents, that parents killed children, and that brothers let themselves be carried away by all kinds of capital sins. He always saw his children falling for the curse that Lucifer said would fall on their race."Let's not go into this subject again, because I really think that a God can prevent many things from
Anyway, that was the cue for Miguel to take charge of the problem, being now in such a solid and honest friendship with Paul "the human policeman he pretended to protect while he had been helping me for that whole life" that both did not let go in the moments when he was not in my house. I went to visit him at his work when I had a moment in my lunch break, and found the two confabulating as they hurried down the steps of the police station.Anne and Zylah joined me, since both were no longer having any concentration on continuing to work and were making excuses to leave early or even go. They had already understood that work would not change at all when we went down to hell. Miguel opened a very wide smile when he saw me, and hurried to kiss me. I went to heaven and came back due to the touch, but I looked in Paul's direction and he laughed."Are you the girl we arrested after robbing a blind old man?" Asked the policeman, incredulous. I was disconcerted. I hadn't met him until that
That explained a lot. Zylah's cat had shown himself to be very risky to see me in his owner's home. Maybe I wanted to protect her or I was just disturbed by my magic. I had never noticed her cats much. I just knew that they existed and did well without her. To be sure that even domestic and ordinary animals knew when the approach of a supernatural creature occurred, was a little disconcerting. I imagined how they all acted as they felt every new day that the infernal magic was covering the earth. Were they less oblivious than humans and did they know that the demons were just trying to help?"My grandmother was crazy," said Zylah, giggling." She used to say that on full moon nights, she had to cover the mirrors and glazing, because the portals to the other worlds opened. I remember being terrified one night when she ran into my room and slept with me. She didn't tell me what was going on, and I was very young, I didn't even ask. She was white like paper and wouldn't stop shaking. I re
"I worry, yes," I insisted, frowning my face." You protected me and kept me for several centuries. Maybe it's time for me to do this for you too.Miguel walked away a little, in order to watch my face. He opened a beautiful smile, which made me end up smiling too. His hands went up to my face, easily grabbing against his cheeks. He bowed slightly and kissed me. The touch was as intense as the first time, even though we hadn't even opened our lips. A lascivious flame went up and down my body, and when he walked away, I almost asked him to continue."I feel like you're moving away," he said."I feel the same from you," I say."I don't intend to stay away, I just don't want your friends to think I'm up to something against your life," said Miguel, frowning. I don't understand how they might think I would be planning your death. Does none of them, not even you, realize that I have always been willing to do anything to protect you? I would never have enough strength to cause your harm. I w
Tennebris undid his smile, although the effort not to continue attacking me was contracting muscles in his chin. The sin of anger sighed, then made an exaggerated flourish and straightened out again."No, Your Majesty. Of course not. What could a mere prince of millennia of existence, who fought alongside Lucifer, who was tortured and punished by the Creator, know about the dirtiest tactics of revenge or punishment? Nothing, of course. I'm just being inconvenient, as everyone has realized that I am."Yes, so be careful with what you say," I said, arching an eyebrow. My relationship with Miguel is nobody's business. We both already have enough problems in assuming this, we don't need you to put your finger on a relationship that won't change your lives at all.“The point is that it really changes, Arianna,” Octavius said, rising. I began to regret having gotten into the subject, or having had the brilliant idea of keeping two fallen angels for so long alone with newly exiled archangels