"Do you mean that you need me now?" Miguel said aloud, appearing next to me like a presence blown by the wind. He laughed when I let out a little scream and jumped in place. Then his attention turned to the man who was still smiling, now even more maliciously when he noticed Miguel. Taken by a surprising calm, Miguel pulled against the air, materializing a thin and sharp weapon, like a long dagger. The steel shone in the same bluish tone of its power, demonstrating its lethality and extreme magic." There's no way to defeat a heavenly dog. You can just tire him. And, unfortunately for both of us, Elena, this usually takes hours.Miguel turned to me at the moment when the celestial dog in that fragile human body stood in his footsteps a few meters away. My archangel made the sign of the holy Cross on my forehead and my whole body trembled, as if refusing the gesture, although it was pure magic that was entering me. When Miguel pushed his hand away, the ring on his finger shone with the

The gesture was friendly, friendly, no big deal. But the magic in my body, my blood, my soul, interpreted the act as the caress that I have been waiting for so long. Definitely, that barrier was slowly falling apart, and this became very clear when, instead of moving away and breaking the contract, I got close enough so that there was no space at the bottom of our bodies. Miguel's naked belly touched mine, and he didn't seem to notice the way my body seemed warm and my breathing pulsating fast in my lungs. There was still innocence in his eyes and in his gesture, so I almost felt indecent."I want you to understand, Elena, that, as much as you had never written that book, the fate of these two women would still be hell," he said in a calm and soft voice, still sliding his fingers into my arms." If you had never met any of them, maybe you would have changed a certain course of history, but you would never change the fact that they will never go up. Leaving them close to you, and protec

I turned around when the touch went down to my breasts, but there was nothing. As much as people bumped into each other to move around the bar, no one touched themselves the way I felt touched. Even so, the next second, I felt something sliding on my face again, like a gesture of unwanted affection. The discomfort made me shrink, and I felt a ghost hand in contact with my body again, now on my leg, rising more and more. I was wearing a short denim skirt, so I crossed my legs, but the touch remained. I got up quickly, seriously thinking that some entity I couldn't see would be harassing me in some way. The touch spread to my arms, neck, belly.But when my eyes drew a straight line towards the pool table further away, I could understand exactly the sensations and discomfort by the invasive touch. Miguel was leaning against the pool table, with a club in his hands and an unfriendly expression on his face, and in front of him was a human with indecent clothes and hands that walked through

"Oh, I'm glad I didn't throw up and the beer still tastes good!" Zylah said with a laugh, entering the Kleyphon barrier as if it were nothing but smoke. We all watch her with disbelief." Hey, where is Anne? Why do you have this face and... What the fuck is that?She watched Kleyphon. He straightened up. He had taken a combat pose, raising his sword, and now watched Zylah with disbelief. The people around remained indifferent, passing many meters away from us."Can you see me?" He asked Zylah, vacillating in his posture as a determined soldier." Can you see and hear me?Zylah laughed.“Of course I can! And what the fuck is this fantasy?" She spoke, approaching and putting herself in front of Miguel and me. Kleyphon didn't even have time to act before she leaned towards him, and pulled with full force one of the feathers of her wing. Kleyphon screamed in indignation, collecting his wings and keeping them behind his body. Zylah laughed, checking the sentence." Oh, my God. That doesn't ev

"No, I beg you," said Kleyphon aloud, in a tone of supplication, still massaging his throat, still looking away from us, making a face of pain. He took a hand to his heart and bowed until he was kneeling and with his head down, as if he were making a bow, or a prayer, but I knew it was just a gesture of intense pain. Next to me, Zylah repeated the movement, gasping deeply and falling on her knees. She did not emit a sound of pain, but it was clear in her expression. Kleyphon raised his head, looking directly at her, and even though my friend was not watching the archangel who had just aroused the wrath of her Creator, he said to her: "I don't want to.Miguel took a step back, pulling us together. I picked up Zylah before taking a few more steps back. Suddenly, the temperature in the bar seemed to drop to the point that I could easily convince myself that we were in an entirely frozen and lonely cave. The sounds stopped and it took me a long time to realize that humans were all watchin