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
The gesture was friendly, friendly, no big deal. But the magic in my body, my blood, my soul, interpreted the act as the caress that I have been waiting for so long. Definitely, that barrier was slowly falling apart, and this became very clear when, instead of moving away and breaking the contract, I got close enough so that there was no space at the bottom of our bodies. Miguel's naked belly touched mine, and he didn't seem to notice the way my body seemed warm and my breathing pulsating fast in my lungs. There was still innocence in his eyes and in his gesture, so I almost felt indecent."I want you to understand, Elena, that, as much as you had never written that book, the fate of these two women would still be hell," he said in a calm and soft voice, still sliding his fingers into my arms." If you had never met any of them, maybe you would have changed a certain course of history, but you would never change the fact that they will never go up. Leaving them close to you, and protec
Despite his good will, Miguel had to leave me alone with them, because he still needed to work on whatever he was doing every day with the police human, and still give his work to the Creator. He had said that he was the angel of death... who was there to collect the souls from the bodies of deceased humans... And I didn't even have to question to know that he should be in all the places of tragedies that appeared on the news. Deaths from natural and mysterious causes were increasingly frequent. Diseases were spreading... Children were hardly born... The whole world was slowly depredating itself. I saw all that, still not knowing how I would do to provoke the redemption of humans, or how I would prepare myself enough in time to fight for them. A single celestial dog was once too difficult to deal with, I didn't want to imagine in the entire arsenal of the Creator at once."I brought you here to tell the truth," I said, crossing my arms around my own mug of beer. The liquid was already
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