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
The coldness with which she used to say that, did not match the tremors in her body. Zylah could have accepted the idea very easily that the world would end in the blink of an eye. Anne could trust Miguel and his entire version of the end of the world. But to reveal that I was the queen of hell would still give me the trouble to reveal the reasons for not having told you before. Reveal that Anne had suffered at the hands of demons belonging to the territory of anger.I would have to reveal that Zylah only felt terrible in the face of angelic activity because of her witch's blood... That both were doomed to hell even before they were born. That Anne's body, who had been brutalized by demons, had only given them strength and magic, because she should be someone closer to inheriting my throne, although I still did not understand the reasons.And I was a fucking coward, but the words got stuck in my throat. Because I was a coward who had countless moments to reveal the whole truth, but I
Even slightly stunned, Miguel nodded and indicated my heart with his head to Kleyphon. Silent and still desperate for Divine forgiveness, Kleyphon went to my car, and settled in the back seat along with Miguel. Anne and Zylah cast glances of doubt in the direction of the only back seat, which would put one of them next to a still bloody and tearful archangel. They decided with a single look that they would rather sit on each other's lap than be next to the men, so I took the direction and took everyone home.The silence inside the car was as charged as the air. And even with the windows closed, everyone could smell Kleyphon's strong blood. At least the archangel had the good sense to stop crying, but he kept making low sounds like a prayer, and I avoided looking through the rearview mirror because Miguel's expression was so brittle and desperate that I would have cried a little more just noticing.I parked in the usual place, and moved away from everyone so I could leave the door open
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