Acaccommodating myself was a very kind way to summarize what I was doing lately when I was alone in the room: lying on the bed, putting my hands together on top of my stomach, and facing the ceiling for as long as I could without blinking. If I focused enough on the moments when my eyes filled with water due to the need to blink, I would swear that I could see the ceiling turn into another dimension, many light years away from hell, from where pairs of blue-violet eyes watched me back. But then I blinked, and the ceiling was again vaulted and decorated by the chandeliers of the territory of gluttony.There was a moment that day, in Faye's territory, as the servants entered the room to bring my dress and when I got up at once, I could be all the certainty of the world that I saw the perfect image of Vraxlon in the corner of the room, next to the door, looking at me. But as soon as I closed my eyes, he disappeared. So, just to disguise the embarrassing moment when Faye's servants also l
I heard the sea whispering, the wind singing, and the stars in the skies used to make sounds that resembled giggles. That easily went from being a burden to becoming a funny and commonplace thing. I even started to get used to the archangels I always saw behind humans. The cherubim that protected the children were always the most hysterical and curious to observe, they ran from one side to the other trying to prevent their children from hitting their heads on the ground, when they did not have to enter their fronts to divert cars that almost ran over those that ran to the middle of the street in order to recover some toy.There were now humans who had a sign with the lifetime falling on their heads, they were usually alone, they were no longer accompanied by archangels, because their lifetime was already determined, and even if they got involved in dangerous situations, they were not at risk of dying before the time "usually the elderly. And there were those who had more than one arch
Her hair was a little bigger, but it still didn't reach more than half of her neck. The big brown eyes cled to mine, and in them there was a glow that I couldn't identify. It was the same woman I met in the forest on the day my friends and I found out that the demons were using human bodies to do rituals and bring more demons to the earth. She was the only woman in the group of kidnapped humans, whose body was being used as a source of power for demons. A power that Vraxlon showed me when we were in Purgatory, through the sexuäl act, in her case, that had not been consented to. Now, with the sunlight coming through the doors and windows of the church, I could see that it had a very young and beautiful face. And she didn't seem to have lost a drop of her own shine after all. But still, I was in shock.Because even if her body retained any physical memory of what happened, her mind had been altered by our magic so that she did not know what actually happened. As a woman, that moved me.
"I think," I replied, arching an eyebrow and giving a debauched giggle. "Because you've always been right to hate me, Sister Celeste. I was never a poor orphan who would never find a place in the world. As you have always liked to say, there are those who are born to fulfill a purpose, and I am one of them. My purpose has always been to be above humans like you, who think they are unreachable just because they pray every night. You were always right to believe that I was the wolf in the skin of a lamb, because I am the wolf, and you are the lamb.The nun's eyes wrinkled slightly on the sides, as she narrowed them, studying me with an air of doubt. I don't think she was ever very sure of what I would become one day, but of course she wouldn't expect me to meet her again, especially when this meeting was not done in her own convent. Although the church is a sacred soil, I learned that if a powerful magic is not used, it is very difficult for the archangels to arrive if the death was not
"A very difficult start to life," I pointed out in a rhythmic way, as if I were really a person prepared to deal with other people's traumas. I was from head to toe full of trauma, but nothing came close to that. “We met recently. I used a kind of demonic radar to find out where my book had gone, and coincidentally, I got to your father's door. I mean, even the window, because I had to invade."Is he dead? "She asked.And I noticed the hope in his tone of voice, the hatred sealed by years of religious belief. And, looking right into her eyes, I ended up realizing the complexity of the facts. She hated me because unlike her miserable life, I was abandoned and found by women, I would never go through the same as her. Not in his first ten years of life. She hated me because I was so lucky that she didn't have. That many other girls didn't have.I could almost feel bad for having planned your murder for so long. Because, if you were to put on paper, some lashes on the back that were stron
"I can't forgive you," I spoke sincerely. “One day, maybe, but I recently found out that I have trouble forgivening. I'm dealing with something that has destroyed me from the inside out. More than any evil you could have done to me. So, maybe one day I will forgive you, but now I can say that I understand. And I also think that... Even if I don't believe in the top-la-face, and even if you don't know very well who I really am, I believe I'm still fulfilling a purpose. If it had been at another time, I wouldn't have been interested in knowing your motivations, I would have killed you without thinking twice. But today, I met a person I didn't even expect to recognize me, and because of her and everything I know she went through, I didn't allow myself to kill an innocent. I can see your soul now, Celeste sister, and she has nuances of darkness, but it's pure. However, you don't have an archangel protecting you, and that's worrying."I will regret asking how do you know about a person's a
I accepted Annelise's invitation and visited her at her work at the mall. She used her amazing and long lunch time to show me her favorite stores, including a bookstore whose shelves reached two floors of the building, and the characteristic smell of new and never used books filled the entire environment. I myself was strongly influenced by the unique atmosphere that a library or bookstore can offer, and I ended up buying half my salary of books that would require a lot of strength from my arms to carry them. Also inside the bookstore I was introduced to one of her best friends, Zylah, a very thin and tall girl, with dark blonde hair and green eyes, and the only attendant in the whole store.It didn't take long for Zylah to become a great friend to me too. She did not attend churches, it was what was called an athelia; the one who does not believe in God, or nothing she cannot see. We were an unlikely trio, that couldn't be denied. Annelise saw in religion her salvation, Zylah did not
The wind of the cold night welcomed me, shaking my hair close to my face. I pushed away some strands, smelling the rain coming, and observing the lack of stars in the sky, all covered with heavy and dense clouds. In the corner of the terrace, the same way I saw him a few good months ago, was Miguel. The pair of huge and spectacular wings that surrounded him kept very well attached to the body, and he seemed to have gained more weight, not that he appeared to be fat, but... muscular. For a delirious moment, I almost thought it was Vraxlon, if it wasn't for the short hair and so blond that they were almost white, and also because Vraxlon was pretty dead in hell.The archangel turned to me, and I had the slight impression that the world around us stopped, silent and attentive. I could see something in him that I couldn't before with my human vision and body without my own powers. He shone. Not like me, with that golden and sovereign glow, made of golden tones. Miguel shone in a pearly-wh