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
Even so, Vraxlon held the wrist of that hand that I touched his face, and his eyes found mine as he agreed:“When we have a moment of peace.Magic passed between us, and I realized that it was a promise being sealed. A promise that someday we would solve it and that we would not rest until we fulfilled it.And I promised that again to myself, to the extent that the magic in my hands made life grow in hell and the air become a living presence. I remade the promise while camouflaging the pain with false hope, and clung to it for believing that the promises made in hell should be the most absolute law, and that Vraxlon would not leave definitively until that moment of peace came. And I was willing to catch up with him.I made my world go back in time, while restoring every damage with my power, with Lucifer's instructions. I used my power to do the same as he had done thousands of years ago, when he was expelled from heaven and had to create a place for himself and his supporters. I beca