All Chapters of Saved by the Archangel : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

"Yes, dear Elena, it was you who caused all this to yourself. "She answered, solemn. "When a supernatural creature is killed, it is sent here, and has to live on the outskirts of my temple forever and ever, without rest. In your case, there is the soul of a powerful fallen angel and the first woman created by God, so you are too strong to simply die. You will never die. However, she is doomed to have to find new bodies to make housing in every life that passes. Therefore, no supernatural creature from hell is strong enough to kill her. None of your allies and enemies from hell can really cause enough for you to die. What happens is that it has always been your choice to let Lucifer throw his soul into the wind to choose a new life and then live everything again until this very moment. As I said from the beginning, so that you would come to me, to ask the same questions and get the same answers. The cycle always continues, by a unique and exclusively your choice.I was so shocked by th

"I would gain all my powers back," she replied, shrugging her shoulders. "Or at least he hoped to provoke enough fury in Lucifer for him to believe that the death of his protege was caused by the archangels, since in all the centuries you always escaped through the human world and took some of your faithful and more suckers servants. Because, in case you didn't notice, Your Majesty, I haven't been provoking the war directly. Gradually, being part of your group of counselors, I was influencing your decisions, I was taking a long time to warn about the intentions of the other princes, and I was secretly working on a plan for all of you to turn against each other. However, things always ended the same way. And the most absurd thing about all this is that even your friends always seemed very oblivious to everything that happened. I never understood very well. But now I think I'm coming to some answer about the strange memory loss that affects you and all your friends every time we get to

However, I tried to keep my eyes closed while he was nearby, and I opened them immediately when he walked away, trying to bring a little firmness to my expression. But I wanted to cry when your eyes meet mine, and in them there was only despair and impotence.I just wanted to cry. And I knew what the tears meant before they flowed. The prediction of a death. The crying of a Banshee.The shield of the Oracle gave way, and immediately one of the flames of Kyra's power hit me, throwing me with all my strength into the back of the room. My whole body was consumed by the pain of those silver flames, and I swore that it was on fire, until I noticed that the place where the magic had hit was my chest, and that, somehow, my body had retained that power, sending it to my veins, wanting to awaken what was under my skin, right in the center of my soul.That was the exact place where Lilith had once played, causing pain for me to remember how to use my power. The awareness of the fact made me ope

Hyenna remained standing in the range of a pilaster, in shock. She seemed shaken by the idea that one of them was really involved in the problem, and that attitude would condemn everyone if they could kill me; including her. She was the only one who stayed the furthest, almost shrinking. Tennebris squeezed Jensen's nape tightly, inducing him to raise his head when he was already on his knees before my feet. The old and stocky man watched me with a very evil smile on his withered lips."You're almost there, dear," he murmured fainly. "It's almost fulfilling its purpose. And I am very pleased to have complied with mine. And I don't care if you kill me now. What should have been done is gone, and everything that comes now is part of a bigger plan. I fulfilled my purpose.I leaned enough to take Jensen's bearded chin in my hand, nailing my nails into his dry and flaccid skin. When I approached, I growled against his face. The sound echoed throughout the hall, and even with my eyes fixed o

I let hell become ashes and washes, while I became nothing.By the time my eyes opened again, there were no more washes, screams, and no more fire eating my skin. My heart no longer burned from the pain of mourning, and I did not feel that impression that I would be broken by the pain of that very recent wound. For a moment I just appreciated the feeling; the peace. For a moment I just wished that my heart would become serene and silent, like that place. I wanted to feel that way for the rest of my life, and I wondered if I couldn't stay there forever.Somewhere far away, hell was being consumed by its own source of power; totally ruined by fire. Somewhere even further away, the archangels should be mobilizing so that the destruction below the earth would not be perceived by humans. Somewhere far away, I could feel a particular archangel looking down from his home in paradise, wanting to know what actually happened, since he no longer had that connection with my soul. Everything seeme