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
"The only thing I'm sure of is that you will fight, Elena." Miguel said in a low and affected voice." Even if I die trying. You will fight for humans.And knowing that, once again, left me faced with the fact that I couldn't let the story go that way. I couldn't let my friends in hell die. I sighed with exasperation, already very aware of the way history was heading to another destination where I should risk everything so as not to suffer.Fate was really a son of a bitch."What about you?" I questioned in a low voice." You were expelled... But you're on earth. You're not in hell like the others. Are you now a new sin or something?"No," said Miguel without hesitation." I've already said that I'm too valuable to be totally diverted from my duties in paradise.I frowned lightly, reflecting on the subject. As far as I knew about fallen angels, even those who were not designated to represent a capital sin were immediately exiled to hell. For a moment I ended up thinking that by the death
"And how could he have let the angel of death become the guardian of the queen of hell?" I asked, astonished, and even a little admired at not having received any archangel."He really didn't want any of his soldiers to peve into his plans over the centuries," he explained, picking up the thread of my thoughts. The Creator entrusted me with the mission of observing her because she believed that, when the moment came, I could easily take her soul away from the body. So it would take you some time to return, that is, if you returned."Only Lucifer can kill me," I spoke with a debauched smile."I can too," said Miguel without changing.My brow frowned again. My head looked like it was on fire. I needed to sleep, but first I needed to understand how everything could be connected and in the worst possible way. I sighed and inspired. The more time passed, the more my life seemed like a complete mess. I just wanted to know when that would end."So, the top-la-faced guy put you like a shadow
“Well, I agree that we work together to try to solve the issue of the fate of humanity, and I agree that we can unite our spells to bring Vraxlon back, if that is possible...” I spoke in the most natural way possible way, although my whole body seemed to overflow with expectation. If it were possible to bring Vraxlon with infernal and angelic magic together, then most of my dilemmas would be solved." However, I do not accept to have any kind of deepening in our relationship. I want you to continue to be just my guardian, nothing more than that. If you need shelter, then stay. Don't think we're going to have anything, because we're not going. And if you dream of advancing some signal..."Elena, I'm an archangel."It's a fallen angel now, and I know you can sin if you want."I don't want to sin."Great, because I wouldn't want to sin together with you.And I tried very hard not to call myself a liar inside my head, because if I did, he would listen. And all I needed least was to want to
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