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
"You know there will come a time when you won't be able to move away," he said, watching me with intensity. "You've already discovered that destiny has peculiar ways of connecting one path to the other. And, because of the Prophecy, you will have contact with me again, Elena.I gestured with my shoulders, bringing as much disdain to my face."When this moment comes, I will find a way to deal with it. Until then, I don't want to know about your existence. You said I should make a choice to change everything, and I'm doing one more: choosing to stay away from you and your Prophecy.The archangel took a step back, still looking at me with an intensity that made me lower my head and concentrate on a loose lint of my dress, anything not to be hurt with that genuinely sad look. He nodded to himself, and kept taking steps backwards, until he opened his powerful wings and knocked once, rising a few meters from the terrace, then he said:"I also made my choice, Your Majesty. And I hope that on
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