"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
"Are you angry?" He asked, sitting next to me and pulling one of the plates to his lap." Did I do something wrong?"No, Miguel. Don't worry. I had only completely forgotten about its existence," I spoke quickly, and the phrase sounded harsher than I expected. Miguel lowered his head, so I added: "No, I mean, it's not that I forgot about your existence... I didn't remember everything that had happened before. It was as if the whole situation went out of my head. I just didn't remember that you were still here at home."I won't take long, I'm already leaving," he said, drinking a sip of juice.“Gone leaving? What do you mean leaving?" I asked alarmed."Didn't I say I needed to meet that person from the police?" He returned the question, cutting a piece of his pancake." I will leave you alone for a long time today, because I need to try to make him believe that he only knows me because we have already worked together.“I thought you would be leaving my house, you definitely know,” I expl
I continued driving in silence, noticing that, unlike my friends from hell who considered all human behaviors as a spectacle, Miguel acted as if nothing was new and everything moved him deeply. He seemed to be watching each sidewalk in a way of recording beauty and normality, before everything became chaos. I reflected on whether I shouldn't have done the same either. Enjoying more of the world before it ended."I'll talk to them as soon as I can assimilate the situation," I guaranteed Miguel, at the time I parked the car in front of the police station." Until then, please, Miguel, just give me some time to accept my destiny."There's no time, Elena," he said, opening the car door. Already standing on the sidewalk, he watched me and said: "This time, we do not count on the benefit given by Time, my light. It's just us against everyone; that's what you need to accept."And can you believe that Kirk idiot said that the fact that I'm still single is because I create too high expectations
"Yeah, my friend, I agree. But I need my babies," Zylah insisted, getting up and helping me by bringing the already empty cup to the counter." And the longer the idiots appear in my life, the harder it will be to find the ideal father. Do you think I should post it on Facebook?"Oh, Zylah, for the love of D... Shit..." I grumbled, massaging the discomfort in my throat." You should focus on more important things than making babies."What can be more important than making babies?The possible war that the Creator is planning, perhaps, I thought of saying. I repressed the words on the tip of my tongue and tried to gain some time before answering, waving to the owner of the cafeteria and giving my turn closed. Zylah followed me by storing the book in the backpack she had on her back, wrapping her body with her arms to avoid the breath of cold air that hit us. A rain seemed to be forming again on the horizon, but at least I knew it was no longer because of the fury in the skies."Anything
“You have a fever. Do you think you're getting the flu?" Anne pondered, still measuring Zylah's temperature by her throat and cheeks." I have a painkiller in my bag, if you need it."I don't feel bad like I'm sick," said Zylah, swallowing dry. She looked out the window again." I feel physically bad... It's like my energy is being sucked in. Does that make sense?I glanced at Miguel, who narrowed his eyes on Zylah. For a very quick second, Miguel's blue-violet eyes sparkled in a bluish glow very similar to his power, and the odor of angelic magic filled the room. Although my friends could not notice any change in the air, Zylah squeezed herself even more the moment Miguel's magic reached her body. Suddenly, Michael's power returned to his body, as if he had been immediately repelled, and now he was looking at Anne in a very curious way."I'm going to prepare a tea for you," I warned, trying to put Zylah sitting down." I think you had strong emotions with the disastrous meeting on the i
My friends and I slept in my room, putting one of the inflatable mattresses near the window for Anne, while the other was still being occupied by Miguel downstairs. Zylah, still stunned by whatever the discomfort of her body, made no objection to sleeping in bed with me. Anne even tried to joke a little saying that Miguel was too handsome to be just my friend, but no one was in a lot of mood that night, and she was the first to sleep.I had great difficulty trying to sleep. I felt like I had eaten something indigestible, but the dinner with Bolognese pasta was not responsible for that bad feeling in the mouth of my stomach. I kept looking at Anne while she slept, wondering if I should really be suspicious of the way we were taken into each other's life. Miguel's suspicions didn't make sense. Anne was too religious, she could mention the name of God without choking as it happened to me... Zylah would most likely willingly accept the throne in hell, because she didn't even believe it ex