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
Vraxlon's gaze bent down to the dagger on my hips, and even though he was busy picking up the gun and studying it, I knew I was just finding a pretext not to look directly into my eyes."I've been here," he said darkly. "In some of their lives, I've been here. I can remember that now."And you said that no supernatural creature could get out of here "Zombei, but my voice didn't have even half the humor I intended. "But if you're still alive, it's because it means you left."It is," he murmured, and only at that moment he decided to raise his black eyes towards me. "I just don't remember what the cost was for me to leave.While eating and drinking water, I found myself wondering if I would have risked my life for Vraxlon to return and tell the others what we found out. But if we had come this far, wouldn't he remember everything? By the way, why the hell would he forget everything that had happened, remembering only when we were about to do it all over again? Unless this was part of t
I started to surround the space from the top, sneaking into the narrow trail around the cave. The trail ended right on top of the exit, so I would just need to jump and face whatever the ground was outside. I just hoped they weren't stones anymore, or I might as well hit my head.However, the biggest danger was in what I was doing at that moment since I needed to hold on to the wall of sharp stones and balance my tired feet on a path that was no more than a few centimeters so that only the tips of my boots could touch the trail. I held against the stones as if my life depended on that, and I was advancing little by little. At the pace I was in, I would need Vraxlon to cut the whole creature so that it could not reach me, and that was in fact what was happening.Even with each cut of the deadly sword and strong enough to cut the animal, another membrö always grew in place, making it incompatible. And he continued without the slightest sign that he was getting tired, although the princ
The prince-warrior held my hand and led me to the cave, acting with a lot of conscience and wisdom along the way. During all the time I followed him, I couldn't help but notice how restless and suspicious my soul seemed. I felt not only that I was willingly heading to death, but also falling like a fly into a trap.The cave was even colder and wetter than all the rest of the purgatory. Whether it was for the vegetation that covered the roof of the place, or for the trees that made shadows at the entrance, I would never know. However, I was very sure that my sneezing and itching in the throat region, which began to devastate me a few hours after we intended to rest, reminded me a lot of the eminence of a cold caused by the cold."Use this," Vraxlon suggested as he stretched a blanket towards me.The heavy fabric fell on me and crawled against the most boring stones inside the cave. I was sitting and wrapped my arms around my legs, leaning my head against my knees. Vraxlon sat next to
The prince of lust captured my lower lip in his and sucked very lightly, and, even with my eyes closed, I knew that the power in my necklace sparkled for a thousandth of a second, before it went out again.I opened my mouth to him and received him, corresponding to the kiss that at first had no softness, no affection, no calm, maybe he was feeling that primitive instinct to obtain any source of carnal heat, even if he had not been influenced by the magic of his eternal punishment. Maybe I was the personification of sin in your life, just as it was mine.The prince of lust quickly managed to release the top of my combat suit, exposing my seiös to the humid and cold air of the cave. One of his hands went up to one of my seiös, and his fingers played provocatively with the nipple that became stiff from the spot, while the other hand went up to my hair, pulling them lightly so that I would slightly tilt my head back.His lips took mine more deeply when I tilted my head, and I didn't even
And the tears that didn't roll down your face, rolled over mine. I cried as I wrapped his shoulders with my arms and moved my hips harder over yours. And I kept crying even when we reached the climax together. Because that was the last one. Because we were very close to my death. Because we knew that's where it all ended.And it occurred to me, as I rested my head against his shoulder and our moans gave way to breathless and choppy breaths, that the magic we had just created was enough to open a new portal and get out of there, or to defeat my enemy with full force. But if history tended to repeat itself, how could I die before I could open the portal for him Could it be that in my deathbed all the powers were released at once and that was what made Vraxlon able to return safely? But if it were so, now that he and the other sins were kept trapped around my life, how could I die and not him?All these questions kept spinning in my head as I ended up falling asleep once again. I was ful