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
"Protect my friends above all, Miguel," I asked in a low voice, realizing that my words already sounded choked. Tears were coming, like a flood of pain that devastated everything along the way. Not even the best of my spells would have any effect to hide the storm in my soul; the notion that all those laughing humans could die in the next few seconds." Something very bad happens tonight."It's already happening," said Miguel, and I turned my head to see him narrow his eyes over Zylah's back, as he tried to cast his protective shield on her, and nothing happened. His magic didn't work on her. Zylah still denied any idea that there was heavenly goodness." He won't forgive any of us, Elena. No one who has any connection with you. He will condemn everyone. Men, women, children, archangels... Anyone who shows any kind of hesitation to capture her. And, at this very moment, he realized that none of his archangels will have purity when approaching you. He realized that you are the queen of a
"No, I beg you," said Kleyphon aloud, in a tone of supplication, still massaging his throat, still looking away from us, making a face of pain. He took a hand to his heart and bowed until he was kneeling and with his head down, as if he were making a bow, or a prayer, but I knew it was just a gesture of intense pain. Next to me, Zylah repeated the movement, gasping deeply and falling on her knees. She did not emit a sound of pain, but it was clear in her expression. Kleyphon raised his head, looking directly at her, and even though my friend was not watching the archangel who had just aroused the wrath of her Creator, he said to her: "I don't want to.Miguel took a step back, pulling us together. I picked up Zylah before taking a few more steps back. Suddenly, the temperature in the bar seemed to drop to the point that I could easily convince myself that we were in an entirely frozen and lonely cave. The sounds stopped and it took me a long time to realize that humans were all watchin
I contained my desire to hit Anne with her own bible. She had to see to believe that something was really wrong, when Zylah gave all the signs that she was feeling sick with things beyond this world, and when I made it very clear that I had a lot more to tell if she wanted to hear. The black cloud that rose to the sky didn't seem to have an end. I spent a long moment watching, not wanting to throw my anger at Anne, because it was not her fault. No one in their normal judgment would believe it if a person said the things I said. Miguel was absolutely right. I had to have done that before, especially in a more reserved place.Zylah had only believed it because she was crazy, and had a great tendency to wish her literary novels were real. Even if I were lying, she would create a world based on my information, just to have a parallel reality in which to live. Even if she was suffering from vomiting, even if she felt the energy in the air, she still had a hallucinated glow in her eyes. The