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
I opened my eyes again when my scream ceased. And the waves were already in their normal state. The skies were silent. The world was still watching. Down there, in hell, the demons should still be raising their heads to see the queen, to see that, once again, a whole world bowed before her. And it was from this perception that I began to invoke the aquatic creatures of hell, ordering them to protect those waters, ordering them to no longer allow the presence of angelic magic in those oceans.And a supernatural roar made me understand that it had worked. I didn't even have to open my eyes to see an immense creature submerging from hell to the earth, through its waters, to see the animal without eyes and with an immense mouth, but closed, because I felt it. The creature waited among the waters, waiting for the moment when he would have free will to travel through the oceans, spreading infernal magic in every corner, trying to retard the power of God and his archangels. I nodded only onc
In fact, both Miguel and Kleyphon have been trying to do something to help me control the fury released by the Creator. Kleyphon still had the angelic magic, so he managed to get Miguel to the beach, but when they finally arrived, I had already solved the whole problem and invoked the sin of Pride to the earth. Miguel watched me for a while, feeling that infernal power that I released without any intention of containing it again, but he didn't ask questions or say anything. He came back with Kleyphon through that magic portal, and I took Tennebris and Octavius in my car. I knew that one of the greatest qualities "and defects" of Octavius was to always know my wishes and show himself requested. So it was not a surprise that as soon as we were inside the car with the windows closed, and he was sitting in the passenger seat next to me, he took a deep breath and frowned his whole face as he watched me."I smell the angelic magic in you," said Octavius, and I just raised an eyebrow to show