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
I watched him with total horror. If my scream could cause agony in other people, I wouldn't know how to describe how Miguel's scream made me totally depressed. My heart, for the first time in months, tightened in such a way that I thought I might be suffering from some sudden stop of the heartbeat. I rubbed the medicine in the palms of his hands, noticing that nothing was happening. I was so used to not hurting myself with anything, and never getting sick from any human illness, that it seemed unreal to me that someone could still feel pain and not get better immediately with some healing action. Human medicines were good for humans... For creatures that were not from that world, the difficulty became even greater."You need to turn around," I said in a trembling voice, dropping the cotton on the floor and exchanging it for another who was not dirty with the blood of the living flesh of his hands." I have to sew the place where your wings should be."No," he moaned, repressing another
I was still thinking about my friends when I went back to the living room with the two cups smoking under my nose. The smell of tea mixed with the smell of magic that the whole room left after cleaning Miguel's blood. I sat on the floor below the couch and put the cups aside, leaning to touch Miguel's hair in order to wake him up. I didn't expect that touching your hair would cause the tips of my fingers to tingle, as if an electric current pierces our bodies by touch. That's why I quickly moved my hand away, but when I dropped it loosely off the couch, I ended up hitting his arm, which was moving softly to the floor.The ring on his finger flashed for a moment in a violet tone, and it made me look down. By coincidence, or not, my hand leaned well over the circle-shaped ring leaked over his index finger. The ring was made of a golden tone, made of gold, and its center was covered by clouds of a very beautiful cyan, which I knew came from the powers of Michael.The fact that I touched
At the moment that prophecy was made, Miguel took a hand to his heart and closed his eyes, feeling a terrible pain. The same pain that I could feel now, being inside him and noticing that humans did not have the slightest notion that their prayers would no longer help at all. Their guardians no longer felt any love for their lives. They were doomed. However, even though we could not hear the sounds of that memory, the agitation between the members of the table was remarkable. Miguel reopened our eyes, and right in the center of the globe a woman stood up with a black sword in her hand, brandishing her against the winds that whipped her black hair against her face.The queen of hell stood among the dead humans, she stood before the fallen and pointed her sword precisely at the spectators of the prophecy, as if she could see them, as if she knew what was about to happen. So everything happened very fast. Miguel noticed that everyone at the table was now looking in his direction, some wi