"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
That couldn't be real.I repeated and begged, even though I didn't have a person to do that to. There was no God to help me, and I wasn't even ever worthy enough to call him by his name. There were no friends endowed with infernal magic to do the dirty work for me. And it was as if everyone knew. I had the impression that, as I ran through that slightly darkened sand by the night that stretched, everyone in hell and in the heavens watched me. I knew that kind of thing was impossible. Hell shouldn't be able to have visions about the earth, but maybe my presence there changed everything. Perhaps my desperation in trying to save and protect those humans, meant that, in some distorted and profane way, the demons could contemplate them as stars in a distant sky.And I wondered what would be the vision they would have at that moment. Did they see the waters retreating to the middle of the sea, the queen running in her human sneakers and slipping when the sand held her soles, or the thunder
And I knew it was repeated everywhere in the world. That would be too specific for people to ignore. Someone would be awake now. Whether it was a homeless person or a curious person who had been investigating the skies in search of more answers about last night's meteors, there would be someone on standby, and this someone watched everything, not knowing that the queen of hell ran towards certain death, ran in a frantic attempt to save everyone. Then my conscience hit me, and I stopped running, because the sea was still too far away, as if bewitched to run far away from me until I was at a time when I couldn't do anything else. My neck hurt when I tried to see the top of that wave. A single wave that would fall on everyone, dragging houses, people, and lives. It didn't matter if they were sinners, everyone would feel the Wrath of the Creator. Everyone would feel the end times approaching. And the panic hit my stomach.I found myself falling to my knees on the sand, feeling the few dro