All Chapters of Saved by the Archangel : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

"I can't forgive you," I spoke sincerely. “One day, maybe, but I recently found out that I have trouble forgivening. I'm dealing with something that has destroyed me from the inside out. More than any evil you could have done to me. So, maybe one day I will forgive you, but now I can say that I understand. And I also think that... Even if I don't believe in the top-la-face, and even if you don't know very well who I really am, I believe I'm still fulfilling a purpose. If it had been at another time, I wouldn't have been interested in knowing your motivations, I would have killed you without thinking twice. But today, I met a person I didn't even expect to recognize me, and because of her and everything I know she went through, I didn't allow myself to kill an innocent. I can see your soul now, Celeste sister, and she has nuances of darkness, but it's pure. However, you don't have an archangel protecting you, and that's worrying."I will regret asking how do you know about a person's a

The wind of the cold night welcomed me, shaking my hair close to my face. I pushed away some strands, smelling the rain coming, and observing the lack of stars in the sky, all covered with heavy and dense clouds. In the corner of the terrace, the same way I saw him a few good months ago, was Miguel. The pair of huge and spectacular wings that surrounded him kept very well attached to the body, and he seemed to have gained more weight, not that he appeared to be fat, but... muscular. For a delirious moment, I almost thought it was Vraxlon, if it wasn't for the short hair and so blond that they were almost white, and also because Vraxlon was pretty dead in hell.The archangel turned to me, and I had the slight impression that the world around us stopped, silent and attentive. I could see something in him that I couldn't before with my human vision and body without my own powers. He shone. Not like me, with that golden and sovereign glow, made of golden tones. Miguel shone in a pearly-wh

Meanwhile to the prophecy of human extinction, there was another that had been kept secret since its premature discovery. A Prophecy that arose at the time when Lucifer and Lilith came together to conceive a new life in their infernal soil, giving her all their powers and goals of revenge. As a maneuver to prevent the earth from being taken over by the dark forces, Destiny and Time "which were initially the sinners expelled from Eden" came together to create a story that would cause the queen of demons to cross her path with the most Vraxious archangel of God; Michael, receiver of Azazel, the angel of death. So, she would only rule the world when she decided to unite with the archangel, yielding to the side of good, and completely extinguishing evil.When the Prophecy was made, and Michael was in charge of watching and being attentive to all Arianna's steps, not even the Creator expected that the angel of death would fall in love with the queen of demons. Unlike fallen angels, archang

I watched him with total horror. If my scream could cause agony in other people, I wouldn't know how to describe how Miguel's scream made me totally depressed. My heart, for the first time in months, tightened in such a way that I thought I might be suffering from some sudden stop of the heartbeat. I rubbed the medicine in the palms of his hands, noticing that nothing was happening. I was so used to not hurting myself with anything, and never getting sick from any human illness, that it seemed unreal to me that someone could still feel pain and not get better immediately with some healing action. Human medicines were good for humans... For creatures that were not from that world, the difficulty became even greater."You need to turn around," I said in a trembling voice, dropping the cotton on the floor and exchanging it for another who was not dirty with the blood of the living flesh of his hands." I have to sew the place where your wings should be."No," he moaned, repressing another

At the moment that prophecy was made, Miguel took a hand to his heart and closed his eyes, feeling a terrible pain. The same pain that I could feel now, being inside him and noticing that humans did not have the slightest notion that their prayers would no longer help at all. Their guardians no longer felt any love for their lives. They were doomed. However, even though we could not hear the sounds of that memory, the agitation between the members of the table was remarkable. Miguel reopened our eyes, and right in the center of the globe a woman stood up with a black sword in her hand, brandishing her against the winds that whipped her black hair against her face.The queen of hell stood among the dead humans, she stood before the fallen and pointed her sword precisely at the spectators of the prophecy, as if she could see them, as if she knew what was about to happen. So everything happened very fast. Miguel noticed that everyone at the table was now looking in his direction, some wi