"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
Meanwhile to the prophecy of human extinction, there was another that had been kept secret since its premature discovery. A Prophecy that arose at the time when Lucifer and Lilith came together to conceive a new life in their infernal soil, giving her all their powers and goals of revenge. As a maneuver to prevent the earth from being taken over by the dark forces, Destiny and Time "which were initially the sinners expelled from Eden" came together to create a story that would cause the queen of demons to cross her path with the most Vraxious archangel of God; Michael, receiver of Azazel, the angel of death. So, she would only rule the world when she decided to unite with the archangel, yielding to the side of good, and completely extinguishing evil.When the Prophecy was made, and Michael was in charge of watching and being attentive to all Arianna's steps, not even the Creator expected that the angel of death would fall in love with the queen of demons. Unlike fallen angels, archang
Miguel's weight almost knocked me down when he tried to stand up, even so, I made an effort to drag him and guide him to the entrance of my house with a townhouse. The neighboring windows only reflected the flashes by the lightning in the skies, since it was too late at night for someone to take the trouble to stay awake to try to know the origin of that brutal storm.No one but me could recognize that the rain of that would only mean one thing; the sky was in fury for some attitude on earth. The man within arm's reach of my arms, stumbling and trying to take refuge from the storm into my house, was the reason for that fuss. The most valuable archangel in the heavens, asking for shelter for the queen of demons who remained cladestinedly on earth. Of course, the Creator would be furious about that.Miguel almost fell straight to the ground when we rushed to the entrance door, and his feet totally covered by his own blood caused him to slip on the clean and carpetless floor of my living