All Chapters of Saved by the Archangel : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

"And how could he have let the angel of death become the guardian of the queen of hell?" I asked, astonished, and even a little admired at not having received any archangel."He really didn't want any of his soldiers to peve into his plans over the centuries," he explained, picking up the thread of my thoughts. The Creator entrusted me with the mission of observing her because she believed that, when the moment came, I could easily take her soul away from the body. So it would take you some time to return, that is, if you returned."Only Lucifer can kill me," I spoke with a debauched smile."I can too," said Miguel without changing.My brow frowned again. My head looked like it was on fire. I needed to sleep, but first I needed to understand how everything could be connected and in the worst possible way. I sighed and inspired. The more time passed, the more my life seemed like a complete mess. I just wanted to know when that would end."So, the top-la-faced guy put you like a shadow

"Are you angry?" He asked, sitting next to me and pulling one of the plates to his lap." Did I do something wrong?"No, Miguel. Don't worry. I had only completely forgotten about its existence," I spoke quickly, and the phrase sounded harsher than I expected. Miguel lowered his head, so I added: "No, I mean, it's not that I forgot about your existence... I didn't remember everything that had happened before. It was as if the whole situation went out of my head. I just didn't remember that you were still here at home."I won't take long, I'm already leaving," he said, drinking a sip of juice.“Gone leaving? What do you mean leaving?" I asked alarmed."Didn't I say I needed to meet that person from the police?" He returned the question, cutting a piece of his pancake." I will leave you alone for a long time today, because I need to try to make him believe that he only knows me because we have already worked together.“I thought you would be leaving my house, you definitely know,” I expl

"Yeah, my friend, I agree. But I need my babies," Zylah insisted, getting up and helping me by bringing the already empty cup to the counter." And the longer the idiots appear in my life, the harder it will be to find the ideal father. Do you think I should post it on Facebook?"Oh, Zylah, for the love of D... Shit..." I grumbled, massaging the discomfort in my throat." You should focus on more important things than making babies."What can be more important than making babies?The possible war that the Creator is planning, perhaps, I thought of saying. I repressed the words on the tip of my tongue and tried to gain some time before answering, waving to the owner of the cafeteria and giving my turn closed. Zylah followed me by storing the book in the backpack she had on her back, wrapping her body with her arms to avoid the breath of cold air that hit us. A rain seemed to be forming again on the horizon, but at least I knew it was no longer because of the fury in the skies."Anything

My friends and I slept in my room, putting one of the inflatable mattresses near the window for Anne, while the other was still being occupied by Miguel downstairs. Zylah, still stunned by whatever the discomfort of her body, made no objection to sleeping in bed with me. Anne even tried to joke a little saying that Miguel was too handsome to be just my friend, but no one was in a lot of mood that night, and she was the first to sleep.I had great difficulty trying to sleep. I felt like I had eaten something indigestible, but the dinner with Bolognese pasta was not responsible for that bad feeling in the mouth of my stomach. I kept looking at Anne while she slept, wondering if I should really be suspicious of the way we were taken into each other's life. Miguel's suspicions didn't make sense. Anne was too religious, she could mention the name of God without choking as it happened to me... Zylah would most likely willingly accept the throne in hell, because she didn't even believe it ex

"Yes, I was free to come and go wherever I wanted. Both there and here on earth." He said, still smiling as if he had just won his favorite Christmas present." The Creator divided our paradise between nine heavens; what you could call planets. But we don't have princes and rulers like hell. The Creator is absolute, but he delegates functions to a few soldiers of his most powerful army. Those fallen angels who became receivers of some sin were once lethal soldiers and necessary to maintain order in our world. And they fell to the ground after rebelling beside Lucifer, and acquired the punishment according to their sinful actions in paradise.I sat in silence, because I didn't want to take the risk of talking and not seeing all the images that Miguel planted in my head when he remembered his home. It was exactly as human astronomy imagined. Galaxies really hid lives. The archangels were not creatures, they were beings like humans, only much more beautiful and taller, just like Michael.