-As?-It's not important. —Suddenly, he was right next to me and I saw out of the corner of my eye that he rested his hands on the metal railing that prevented him from falling into the river. It is a less uncomfortable way for you, although not as safe, which is why I don't like it.His answer did not satisfy me, but I let it go.—Have you heard anything from Mabrax?He remained silent, so, after several seconds, I dared to look up at him. The mere sight of his profile made my stomach clench. His jaw tensed, and he remained staring straight ahead, not turning toward me."Mabrax has diminished his participation in every way," he replied in a low, cautious tone. Nobody has seen him, nobody knows where he is. He's hiding from all of fucking Hell and we don't know why.The weight of those words settled in my stomach. I could almost feel the blood drain from my face.—He's planning something. —My voice was barely a whisper. He nodded, even though it wasn't a question. The fear I felt at w

I couldn't do it. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't remember it.I closed my eyes tightly and massaged my temples, trying to dig deeper into that memory that came to my mind, right after Naamah almost fractured my fucking skull. However, he couldn't do it. I couldn't remember anything more than that strange fragment of memory that I glimpsed in that brief period of unconsciousness.I still could not recognize the identity of that mysterious individual, nor his features, nor anything about him that seemed familiar to me. I was sure I didn't know who he was, and no other memory from my childhood helped me figure it out either. I had no idea who the strange man who had eyes the same color as me was. And the worst thing was that there was no way to determine it.I shook my head, not stopping my progress down the sidewalk. I was heading to see Claire. A message from her arrived on my cell phone during the afternoon, so when I left work, I didn't think twice before taking the bus t

—But how can I live knowing that you saved me, and that now you pay the price? —Her voice broke at the end of the question, and I caught her shaking her head in a slow nod—. How could I return something like that to you?"I don't need you to give it back to me," I assured him in a tone just as weak and low, "nor do I need you to feel indebted to me.""But..." he gasped, bringing his eyelids together again. Amy, for all the… You dared to summon a demon just to save me! —She exclaimed, surprising me and forcing me to look at her again—. And that damn marked your..."Wait, wait," I interrupted her, making a gesture with my hands. Suddenly this, the unfathomable anguish and clear guilt that he seemed to exude for me made sense. A muffled sound erupted from my throat when I finally understood it. Do you think that I...? —I shook my head—. No, Claire, it wasn't like that.Claire looked up and scowled at me, more confused than ever.-What are you saying?I bit my lip, not sure how to continu

He couldn't affirm that there were true feelings within them , no matter how much it seemed that way.It was raining when I left Claire's house. However, the precipitation was so light that my clothes were barely damp when I arrived home. I had little time for serenity. Just an hour later, and while watching television with my parents on the couch, I was able to recognize an icy presence that manifested itself in the residence.A chill ran down my spine when I managed to distinguish who it belonged to.Immediately, I almost ran to my room, the precise place from which the energy emanated. I had to accept that I wasn't that surprised when I saw her, but I did notice a strange flutter in my chest that I didn't want to interpret.Akhliss was lying freely on my bed, spread out comfortably as if it were hers, with the red-eyed puppy—who was supposed to be in the yard—resting on her stomach while she petted him. I couldn't tell if her rude intrusion into my room made me happy for not having

"Akhliss..." I mumbled, but I didn't know how to keep my anger down. The way her face had altered, how real the feelings were on her face... They almost managed to convince me that none of her words were lies. "I d-don't know what to think anymore," I admitted with a gasp. I feel like everything they say and is written about you is bullshit."And it is," he replied, still not looking at me, as he paced slowly around my room. It's all bullshit, because they have very broad and specific information, but they still maintain other wrong questions. Humans know so little about us, and assume anything too easily…” She walked over to my desk and ran a hand over it, examining my belongings with a thoughtful air. And the worst thing is that they blame us for their own mistakes. You guys are bad too. They use the stupid excuse of "The devil got into him" to commit the most terrible acts. And yes, sometimes it's true, but most of the time we don't even try. Among you there are also liars, pedophi