"What are we going to do when this new week starts?" Asked Zylah." Are we going to continue living here, with all of you?“It would be ideal,” said Kleyphon, in a firm voice. He looked again like that archangel full of himself that I met in the inner year, with that expression of who was being giving beautiful smiles out there and a posture that made him even taller and more supernatural. The hair was even brighter in that white blonde, and he had tied them in a long ponytail." The Creator has no ideals as the sin of Wrath says. He's not kidding. It's testing us. He wants to know how far the queen's loyalty to humans goes. You want to know if she is protecting everyone for her own interests, or for kindness. We are being watched at all times, even though no other archangel besides Michael and I remain on earth.That was scary. Not just me, but my friends, and even Tennebris looked at the ceiling of the house, as if we could see the archangels leaning against the eaves of paradise to s
"But since nothing in your life happens without a reason, all the reasons that led you to write and look for the book, made you be attracted to Annelise. You saved her, through some way she found to ask for help," he said.“Vraxlon was invoked by me when I was attacked by a Furshay” I reflected, observing a point far from the terrace.” But Anne was only attacked that night in the forest, and we already had the location of the map a few days ago. It took us a while to get there.“But the night they decided to go there, she was there too,” he insisted."It makes little sense."It's still something to be considered," said Miguel, gesturing his shoulders." I don't believe that Anne will ever have the power of the seven deadly sins in her body. Her soul is not supernatural, although it is not of this world. I believe she can establish herself as the queen of hell, when she realizes that there is no place for her in heaven. Maybe when she understands that she will be hunted, as you were. An
"Don't say anything, don't touch anything, and don't interfere," he instructed, in a soft voice that made me close my eyes instinctively. It was a scary and extremely pleasurable feeling. He spoke to my mind and soul, and both corresponded. It was the kind of feeling you only feel when you're in a man's bed. And everything got worse when he stroked my face so that I would lift him up, and I had to open my eyes, finding the blue-violet irises much closer than they should. He could have kissed me right there, if he wanted to." My magic will protect your emotions, so that you do not suffer like a Banshee, since your crying can be deadly for a human. But stay tuned, Elena. We are being watched by everyone in heaven and hell.I nodded. I didn't mean to give a peep. Not when your mouth was so close to mine and that magic made me forget even my name. I had never felt that way. And Miguel had already touched me before losing a part of his powers. Something seemed different now. However, I pus
"You have no idea what you did," said Miguel, in a whispered voice, already losing all the charm of that power of death. He removed his hood. The eyes shone against the penumbras of the house of lights out, and the lightning in the heavens made him more frightening than before." I told you not to do anything, Elena. I said my job wasn't easy."I just didn't say that death was so powerless," I said, cracking my teeth." Since you are not capable, leave the dirty work to the demons, then.Another thunder crossed the world, causing shudders on earth.“I'm sorry to disappoint, Elena. The most I can do for a human is to offer comfort.I almost laughed at your words. He could say whatever he wanted, but it still wouldn't be enough to convince me. How many humans did not think that God was always looking over them and freeing them from announced tragedies? How many didn't think that any reason for misfortune was the fault of the demons? Everyone thought. I already thought about it. And there
He should have imagined that things would never end well after he showed me the true nature of his work. That's why he hesitated so much. That's why he gave me specific instructions. He knew that death and mourning moved sensitive barriers inside my heart. I remembered Vraxlon, the impotence of not being able to save him, the sudden perception that I would end up having to go back to hell and never find him again. I remembered how Miguel came up as a shadow to assure me that I was safe, and all his attempts to bring me comfort, even if it put his position and life at risk.Michael, the angel of death, the one who assumed a dark form and already known by humanity to collect their souls, my promised... It was in that kind of person that I took out my anger, and I didn't know if it had been a thought of yours, or a perception of that primitive soul in my body, but it wasn't fair. Despite the mistakes. I had forgiven Miguel a long time ago. The problem was not wanting to admit that he was
I would like to be able to say that feeling that I was leaving my body at the time of the kiss with Miguel was an exaggeration, but I would be lying. I literally felt my soul being sucked into his and that his was being pulled to me. It was an exchange. A receipt. And the world fell apart into strong rays, and which caused all the houses around us to tremble, because the heavens were in mourning for the loss of a very important archangel. And hell celebrated the fall of another of God's soldiers.My lips opened to receive Miguel, and he totally bewitched me with his touch, his taste, and his affection. My heart gave itself to him, because everything was moving. Because the way he held my body to his, as if he didn't have the courage to let go and face the world alone, made me emotional. Because the way your tongue involved mine, like a lover who knows exactly the way he can touch the other, left me on fire. And because the contact of your body with mine was not something I knew I need
"Don't keep thinking about things I can't hear anymore," he said, frowning his face." It's not fair that I don't know what you're thinking anymore."Yeah, but it's fun. Now I can speak ill of you in peace," I murmured, smiling. Miguel rolled his eyes." Ah, finally! Now you can express emotions, unlike before, that you didn't even allow yourself to be angry with things."I wasn't angry for being an archangel, I had no reason for that," he explained, shaking his head. I made a debauched expression." Being an archangel has never stopped me from feeling or demonstrating, this has always been a problem of demons. I've always made that very clear to you, Elena. I don't understand the surprise."Well, I just made excuses for not getting you as a Divine Robot," I shrugged. Now, considering that you have just been really expelled, you may need some guidelines not to get carried away by the deadly sins I used when touching your body. I think I should talk to Tennebris about it."Can the sin of
"I should start thinking about what would prevent the sin of lust in tearing off the head of the angel of death when we all go down joyfully to hell," he said with a low giggle. I made a sound of anger. Tennebris laughed even more, but he also raised his hands long enough for me to understand that it was a gesture of surrender." I'm just saying, Your Majesty, nothing ends after we stop the Creator's initial plans. Something much bigger is rising right under your nose, and you don't realize it. It almost reminds me of the last time we were on earth... It's so coincidently that your glorious archangel is always involved in the plots that end with your death, don't you think?"I'm not going to die this time, Tennebris."Who guarantees this?"Nobody," I retorted, shrugging. I parked at the top of the cliff that led to the sea. There was a much quieter passage where humans went down to contemplate the waves, but it would be interesting to be at a more strategic point to see how everything
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