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
I turned around when the touch went down to my breasts, but there was nothing. As much as people bumped into each other to move around the bar, no one touched themselves the way I felt touched. Even so, the next second, I felt something sliding on my face again, like a gesture of unwanted affection. The discomfort made me shrink, and I felt a ghost hand in contact with my body again, now on my leg, rising more and more. I was wearing a short denim skirt, so I crossed my legs, but the touch remained. I got up quickly, seriously thinking that some entity I couldn't see would be harassing me in some way. The touch spread to my arms, neck, belly.But when my eyes drew a straight line towards the pool table further away, I could understand exactly the sensations and discomfort by the invasive touch. Miguel was leaning against the pool table, with a club in his hands and an unfriendly expression on his face, and in front of him was a human with indecent clothes and hands that walked through
"I don't need anything. I need my bed and a good night's sleep." She insisted on trying to get past me, but Miguel approached and she stopped, even if he didn't say anything." What are you doing here? Are you also part of the apocalyptic game?"It's not a game, Annelise," he said in a deep voice. Close up, I noticed that his face was drowned, probably due to the embarrassment of being attacked by a woman. He hadn't been ashamed when I touched our bodies with more intimacy than I should last night." You need to trust Elena. You need to understand that the Creator is really furious with humanity. Only the two of us, Elena and I, can do something. But you need to understand that you are important to her world."What world?" Asked Zylah, holding her breath." Please don't say what I'm thinking. Please... Ah... I don't feel well at all. I think I'm really going to vomit. Are you feeling that too?"We should have this kind of conversation in a less... chaotic place," Miguel said, giving me a
"Oh, I'm glad I didn't throw up and the beer still tastes good!" Zylah said with a laugh, entering the Kleyphon barrier as if it were nothing but smoke. We all watch her with disbelief." Hey, where is Anne? Why do you have this face and... What the fuck is that?She watched Kleyphon. He straightened up. He had taken a combat pose, raising his sword, and now watched Zylah with disbelief. The people around remained indifferent, passing many meters away from us."Can you see me?" He asked Zylah, vacillating in his posture as a determined soldier." Can you see and hear me?Zylah laughed.“Of course I can! And what the fuck is this fantasy?" She spoke, approaching and putting herself in front of Miguel and me. Kleyphon didn't even have time to act before she leaned towards him, and pulled with full force one of the feathers of her wing. Kleyphon screamed in indignation, collecting his wings and keeping them behind his body. Zylah laughed, checking the sentence." Oh, my God. That doesn't ev