I tried to undress, leaving the sneakers filthy on the polished white stone floor, and soon my intimate clothes also went to the floor before I let the water massage my body like wet and skillful fingers. I would not doubt that they were ghost fingers, considering that every joint in my body moaned with thanks.I took a liquid soap with the smell of musk and sandalwood that spread on my body with a fragrance that referred to cleanliness and freshness, and only stopped rubbing myself when all the dirt, sweat and drool had been a sad and distant memory.The camera was covered with white smoke when I finished the shower, and I got a little fright when I bothered to look in the mirror. But it wasn't my naked and rung-haired image that scared me. It was that, through the dense smoke of the hot bath, I saw in my reflection the unmistakable silhouette of a man. It was made by a darkness unlike anything I could have seen in my life, a purplish darkness, like an entire galaxy. No features, no

"In fact, if history repeats itself..." said Vraxlon, with black eyes flickering in a feeling that I could not decipher. "So we can say that if you don't go to the oracle, he will find a way to attract you there, so that destiny is fulfilled.”"Why? What exactly is this Oracle?”"A creature older than all of us," said Faye, in a sad and cold tone of voice. "Who was arrested in purgatory after being expelled from paradise. It is she who creates and weaves human stories, and who may well have woven her human history together with the demonic soul as a way to prevent free will in her actions.”"Did I do something in some reincarnation so that she wanted to take revenge that way?”"I wouldn't say that she would be taking revenge... but that it would be a way to make sure to prevent celestial beings from crossing the path of someone like you, or, indirectly, of someone like Lilith. “Vraxlon’s lips contracted in a line. "The oracle is the second woman created by God, soon after Lilith, who

The flames on the portals on my back went out, the trail of fire was extinguished, and breaths of careful breathing were trapped in the silent crowd when I realized what the simple act of sitting on the throne triggered around the castle, what it triggered by the remaining six corners of hell. For those who feared or plotted against their queen. I was back.Sitting there, in that dress, on that throne, inside that black stone room... It was as if the darkness leaked from me, as if the power was too strong to be contained by flames. And that primitive notion that the lesser demons had to bow, my companions "Faye and Vraxlon" also shared, for the moment they reached the altar, they bowed in deep bows, although Vraxlon continued to climb the steps, and Faye's hair was slightly messed up in his act of tilting his head to observe.I did not dare to cast another look in the direction of the prince-warrior as he went up, because I knew that even with my heads down, the attention of all the o

Vraxlon finally guided his eyes to me, with the lock of hair loosening from his ear and rubbing against his beard, and for a moment, he just watched me. He observed in a way that I was quite aware of the blood running through my veins, and how my breathing suddenly seemed irregular. So I noticed that, just like me, he also seemed to duel if he said something or just kept waiting.He looked at the space behind me, with the same attention I had seen on his face before we got there, recognizing that obscure presence."What can you see so much on my back? "I wanted to know.Vraxlon offered me a tender smile."Your protective spirit, your majesty.”I frowned, although I turned to look. Nothing. As much as I tried to send that silent command to my soul, asking for that vision that allowed me to see the evil and profane. There was nothing."And what is this spirit like?”"A Cerastes," he said."What the hell is a Cerastes?”"A very peculiar viper" he gave a low giggle, probably remembering s

"You know how envy is..." Octavius replied, to Faye and me, deliberately ignoring Vraxlon's sword on the table, as he sat, grudgingly, next to him. "Although you really like to flaunt everything they don't have, and everything you take from others, you are too fearful to face something when it goes wrong.”"And why would the demons be rising more and more to the earth? "I asked, recovering that absurd hunger that seemed to fall asleep in the presence of Octavius. I filled my plate with bread, hazelnut cream and filled a bowl of polished and shiny gold with green juice that smelled and tasted like watermelon.”It had not occurred to me until the moment that the food and water of hell worked in the same way as the human world. In fact, I even frowned in a silent question for that, as I studied hazelnut cream and the taste identical to any cream in the real world. And I came to the conclusion that it was a merit for the question of magic to adapt to my tastes and needs as a human and que