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
"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
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
"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
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
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
Attention: This book is the direct continuation of the book "Protected by the Devil", be sure to read the other book first. Thank you!~~~It was as if I was looking into the eyes of death. The place didn't have the smell or the heat of hell. It was strangely normal. Like an autumn afternoon in the human world. It wasn't cold, but it was windy, and it wasn't heated, although an orange light appeared between the clouds in what could be a late afternoon. The floor was made of dry and firm mud. And there was nothing as far as the eyes reached. No tree. No lake. No stone. It was the end of the world, the most honest way to say it."Do you know which direction to go? "I asked Vraxlon.The prince-warrior watched me with a squinting glow in his eyes. I had the impression of thinking he would be in shock because it took a long time to answer me and the expression on his face was that of someone who had just suffered from a pressure drop. Vraxlon held me by the shoulders, and I noticed that
However, we were not attacked, even though we were exposed in that way. Trapped and without magic, in a terrain that extended more and more and without the slightest sign of an end. Incredibly, I didn't feel thirsty, tired, or any human difficulty, despite the long hours of walking. And the orange light that erupted in the skies at the moment we arrived now assumed a shade of dark blue, of an unmistakable night.The sky had no stars or moon. There weren't even clouds. It looked like an image glued to the top, an illusion. I spent some time watching the high and ended up not noticing when the dry and beaten earth through which we were walking was, a few meters away, making room for an immense mountain with peaks hidden by a dense mist."We have to find the passage inside the mountain," Vraxlon said in a hoarse voice. The sound made me jump, we were in silence for many hours. "It's the only way to cross the rest of the way."All right," I replied, without making much point of looking i