Aziraphale Bible Novelas e Histórias

“In class.” The nurse freezes. “Wolf bane?” I nod. She rushes up pressing a button and leading us to a room. “Then pray, boy,” she mutters. “Pray it hasn’t touched her blood too deep.” Aria jerks as I drop her on the bed, her body arching as another wave of pain runs through her. She tries to speak but only manages a broken sound. I grip her hand again. “Stay with me, angel. Don’t let it win.”

I take a step. The First God grabs my arm—hard. “Do not move.” Something inside me rises like a scream made of starlight. “Let. Me. GO.” “You will destroy yourself.” “I don’t care!” He yanks me closer, gripping both my arms now, his golden eyes blazing through the glitching storm. “A’riale—LISTEN TO ME—if you step into that rift now, you will not find Auren. You will BECOME the rift.” “I am not A’riale,” I growl, voice layered with something older and hungrier. “I am—”