"I should better choose the words to talk to a queen, Kleyphon " I said with clenched teeth.The archangel frowned, but the wide smile remained unwavering."I will never understand why in hell you have the habit of delegating high positions, if everyone continues to be flour from the same bag," he mocked, and gently shook an object he had in his hands. It looked like a glowing rope. I got tense. "But if you prefer so, come on, your majesty, your presence is requested before the Creator.”"I'm not going anywhere," I rustled, getting up from a jump.Kleyphon undid his smile. Even if there was something about him that inspired kindness and empathy, I knew that the longer it took to get out of there, the more obstacles would come my way. The black cloud in the sky was descending faster and faster. He noticed when I looked outside, and when my breathing failed because of fear. I didn't expect that Vraxlon could create the portal back, not when I already knew that the archangels could keep
When we finally left the bathroom, my hair was already completely goosebumps from so long under the water, and Vraxlon had a malicious little smile on his face that didn't go away for a long time. When we returned to the room, however, we returned to reality when our clothes were waiting, raised in the air, and, as if the castle could predict my actions before I spoke, I could see that each dress contained enough pomp to demonstrate that we were going to a very important event.Vraxlon put on the black pants that the castle erected towards him, and buttoned the dress shirt up to an inch below his chest, leaving the muscles above visible to any curious person. By pure magic, his hair dried and was combed, before his prince's crown descended gently on his head.While watching the castle spoil him with his care, I was also being pampered. My hair was combed and dry, falling around my arms with soft ripples. A tiara slid gently around my hair, clinging to my forehead like a tangles of thi
Octavius absent-mindedly began to open and close his hand, testing the powers in his own blood. I didn't want the effect to be more than missing a spark of power, but I knew that if they paid a little attention, they would have noticed. Octavius finally turned his gaze to me, and even if he was angry, even if the presence of Vraxlon so close to me awakened in him his worst side, there was a very beautiful kind of pride on his face."I didn't do anything with your magic.”"Liar," Heynna growned, still stuck in the same place. "I miss much of my power. What did you steal from us for?”"I don't need the magic of any of you. I have more than enough now "I drew with a little way of mouth. "I just connected your powers to mine.”"What does that mean? "Tennebris asked, sounding so peaceful that no one would say that the voice belonged to the sin of wrath.But it was Vraxlon who responded, realizing the sly look I sent towards him, knowing that he was the only one who really understood my act
However, hours after we were satisfied for the second time in a short period of time, it occurred to me that Vraxlon was not telling the truth. That that strange prophecy that Kleyphon had mentioned was the cause of those ominous forebodings that I felt, and of the constant feeling that I should say goodbye all the time to those I esteemed. That no one but me could see Miguel's silhouette because it was a part of the story written for me that no one could know yet.I had the growing feeling that even my most banal choices "or even the most important ones like giving that sword as a gift to Vraxlon" were a repetitive sequence of past actions. And that every time I was faced with making another decision, that feeling of Deja Vu assailed me, as an alert for me not to choose that path.However, everything would be easier if I knew very clearly about the steps I should or should not take. Not least because, when I chose to act, it led me to some destination already lived. When I decided to
“Forgive me, Father, because I have sinned.”In addition to the large varnished wooden doors and through the tilting glass windows, a slight thunderbolt was heard, wherever lightning was falling not far from there. As if somehow the angels already knew who was before the altar of that church, kneeling before a man completely ignorant of danger.“I'm listening, child “the priest replied kindly.Arianna smiled briefly, suffocating with dark and infernal power that dark part that was beginning to take shape under her skin, inciting her to dissolve that man in dust and fire. But there was still little power. And she wouldn't risk using anything other than her own hands. Not there on sacred ground.“I have sinned beyond what is possible for a human being, Father. I'm afraid my soul won't be forgiven.”The priest fixed the collar of his dress, although he was not at all interested in diverting the person's attention in front of him. In fact, he had wondered about the origin of the strange g
I felt the calluses on my fingers rubbing against the slippery steering wheel, the cartilage so numb by the lack of blood circulation that not even the icy whistle of the wind entering through the four half-open windows outside could help.My eyes stared at the water reaching my knees, and, once again, I raised my head carefully “fearing some concussion with the probable accident “and tried to see the outside. It was still dark, but I could swear that the numbers on the panel marked 6:35 a.m. before it went out completely.The delay for the sun rise was just one of my countless and tiny concerns. There was also the main one: How and why was I inside an almost completely submerged car?The rearview mirror reflected an image that did not seem familiar to me. A slightly rounded face of pale color, full lips and eyes of drooping eyelids, protecting large spheres of iris in whiskey brown color.My long hair of an intense black caused shadows around my shoulders “shadows that I could swear
Ice ran through my veins, forcing me to let out a scream by the shock on my body warmed by the race. Hair and pieces of my clothes shook by the breath of air that hit me immediately, and a second later, there was no dark or any forest.I was on a hill, looking at what seemed to be an extensive river that extended to the horizon, bathing the setting sun in a deeply dark shade of reddish-brown, sliding between a rocky ravine.The gorge did not seem to have a beginning or even an end, snaking through the rocks below the intense light green carpet of the vegetation on its slope. My chest was filled with relief, but my head screamed against the inconveniences.That seemed damn wrong. It was beautiful, profane, and gloomy... Like a trap for anyone who dared to jump from that cliff, causing a free fall to the merciless stones below. I confess to having considered the fall, judging by the sequence of sounds that reached me the next moment.I didn't take more than three steps on the green and
“What did you call me? “I asked, too busy trying not to moan from the pain in my open wounds to try to sound less aggressive.The man got up from his knees, and again I felt that lethal power around, that time disturbing me, leaving my mind enuverted. Maybe I was suffering from a shock with so much blood running between my hands that I brought to my abdomen, or maybe it was really because of him. That somehow that feeling of increasing danger in my blood was caused by his presence.Maybe he noticed this, because he made an effort to smile, made an effort to look pleasant and not very threatening. Perfectly white Teeth appeared between the beautiful lips, and I found myself almost opening a smile also by pure instinct or obeying a command that he didn't even have to verbalize. I ended up stopping in the middle of the act with a wide eye, and I realized that there was really power exhaling from that man. Enough power to convince me that he was not dangerous, and this seemed to awaken ea