"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
And, really, if I remembered all the times Vraxlon and I had sex. Every time I looked at myself in the mirror or in any reflection without noticing Miguel's presence because I was too busy with another man, I would have noticed that despite everything, he never invaded my privacy."Is there any chance we won't be together?" I asked, biting my lip.Miguel raised the hand that held mine, releasing my fingers to take my chin and lift it. Our eyes met, and I could see myself reflected in the blue-violet of their irises. For a delirious moment, I glimpsed clippings of a still unknown future, where I could see myself fully lying on a very green and low lawn, while Miguel smiled at me on the other side. So, returning to the present, he opened a very brief smile."I already said, Elena, a prophecy cannot be changed."Even if one of us dies?"I waited for you to return from death for five hundred years," he said, frowning lightly." I would still wait a little longer until you understood that o
"Yes, I was free to come and go wherever I wanted. Both there and here on earth." He said, still smiling as if he had just won his favorite Christmas present." The Creator divided our paradise between nine heavens; what you could call planets. But we don't have princes and rulers like hell. The Creator is absolute, but he delegates functions to a few soldiers of his most powerful army. Those fallen angels who became receivers of some sin were once lethal soldiers and necessary to maintain order in our world. And they fell to the ground after rebelling beside Lucifer, and acquired the punishment according to their sinful actions in paradise.I sat in silence, because I didn't want to take the risk of talking and not seeing all the images that Miguel planted in my head when he remembered his home. It was exactly as human astronomy imagined. Galaxies really hid lives. The archangels were not creatures, they were beings like humans, only much more beautiful and taller, just like Michael.
A whole week passed until I really worried about the existence of Miguel, because Anne began to question a lot about where we would meet, if he would be single, if he would come back at some point, where could she find him, and that bothered me to the point that, one night at bedtime, I tried to communicate with him through that link. The contact worked. I could feel when he received my concern as a wave of anxiety, and his voice whispered in my ears" although he was very far from my house - in that calm and serious tone:"I'm not in danger, your spell works very well," he said. And I was already very pleased that at least I didn't have to deal with another important death in life, but he added: "If you're curious to know what I'm doing, I can let you in."I understood what he wanted to say, but I didn't want to increase that thing between us. I didn't want to give in. So I punched the pillow a few times, imagining that it was the best I could do to vent the anger, and I forced myself
"Do you mean that you need me now?" Miguel said aloud, appearing next to me like a presence blown by the wind. He laughed when I let out a little scream and jumped in place. Then his attention turned to the man who was still smiling, now even more maliciously when he noticed Miguel. Taken by a surprising calm, Miguel pulled against the air, materializing a thin and sharp weapon, like a long dagger. The steel shone in the same bluish tone of its power, demonstrating its lethality and extreme magic." There's no way to defeat a heavenly dog. You can just tire him. And, unfortunately for both of us, Elena, this usually takes hours.Miguel turned to me at the moment when the celestial dog in that fragile human body stood in his footsteps a few meters away. My archangel made the sign of the holy Cross on my forehead and my whole body trembled, as if refusing the gesture, although it was pure magic that was entering me. When Miguel pushed his hand away, the ring on his finger shone with the
"He's afraid of me," I spoke out loud, echoing the harsh and superb intonation all over the walls. The sky thundered once again. I smiled. The celestial dog shook his head." Your Creator is afraid that humanity will bow to the queen of hell. That's why he tries to discredit me. But I know what I'm destined for, dog. And here's a warning... If he wants to take Miguel back, he needs to take me too."Yes, the harlot's head also has a valuable offer," said the dog, opening his teeth as if he were going to grab the air again." I'm content to take two for one.The dog closed his teeth in the air, and I lifted the extinguisher by throwing it with the force of a bullet in his direction. From the distance we were in, it would be impossible for the extinguisher to reach the target, but, thanks to my magic, I held the object in the air with an impulse of power and threw it in several blows against the dog's head, producing popped and tilling sounds at every moment the target was hit. The bite he