Todos los capítulos de Protected by the Devil: Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 10

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

“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

"In our... world... Her name has always been Arianna. "Said Vraxlon, looking over his shoulder as a rock deformity gracefully descended on the side of that cliff, where the only sound beyond our voices was the tinir of his sword trapped on the side of the body, above all that steel of the armor. “I think that after five centuries being remembered of him, you ended up clinging, even though you had.”Unlike him, I was practically slipping and sliding over the rocks, silently cursing him for choosing to go down to the river by the most difficult and steep path. All the curses ended up getting stuck in my head as I struggled not to stumble and fall on the hard and smooth stone wall. My ankles twisted at every hole I fell or every stumbled stone, no matter how great my effort was to follow the great man in front of me, trying at all costs not to put myself in danger for the third time in a short space of hours."What about my kingdom in this world? Is it really as great as you made it seem

I might not remember that life, or any other, but I wouldn't be as naive as he thought. I felt my intuition falter between trusting and doubting, and I decided to learn his game, I decided to let myself be taken and learn what was needed, so that when the time came, I could choose my own game. I just hoped he wouldn't have the power to read minds, or I'd be in bad shape."This is our impasse, Your Majesty," he said lowering his tone of voice, and I wondered if the creatures inside the river would be reporting the whole conversation to anyone. "You've never returned as vulnerable as you are now.”Vulnerable, not weak. Because whoever went inside the river, I already knew too much about my lack of powers. I was smart to be careful with the following words, looking all the time into the waters, hoping to see some creature beyond the shadows of the night.Before talking again, it gave me a knot in my stomach to think about what that curious and attentively hearing monster that followed us

My dog, it seemed, was another one of those monstrous creatures of the worst nightmares of an emotional writer. A dog the height of a mountain, with three angry heads on the black and hairy neck, with legs larger than two cars and a rabö that did not equal any size I could resemble. The amber eyes like those of a panther watched me, and the muzzle of the middle head sniffed, inspiring my smell. Whatever made sense, the huge teeth appeared in the three wide mouths, and Cerberus growled like a hungry creature, getting so close that I almost peed."Oh, no! No way! "I grumbled, trying to deviate from the immense language that stretched towards me, greater than any dimension of languages in the world. I managed to deviate from the first tongue, only to bump into the other one that extended and hit my whole body with a puff of putrid breath and dense saliva, as the three heads of the dogs nodded in consent as to my identity. Maybe they could see my soul shining like Vraxlon. I doubted very