I pursed my lips, immersed to the core of my mind by his own memories. By that point, Akhliss had her head bowed and her eyes dull, fixed on the ground; He no longer showed the excessive anger he had just shown, but now he looked so dejected that I appreciated in me the strong instinct to say anything to make him look the same as always again."But, of course, that only persisted until he matured and no longer needed anyone to take care of him," she explained, her voice no longer strong. I spent many years subjected to the ordeal that his death left me with. But it had to continue existing, however it could; hurting to try to feelsomething; taking away people's energy for the sheer pleasure of it; causing disasters for fun... When this thing with you started, something that I wouldn't know how to explain to you seemed to emerge from the deepest hidden place in me. And although I know I made mistakes at the beginning, immediately it was as if... whatever that was, I lived with the perm

I rubbed my face with both hands in a gesture of frustration. Despite my tiredness, I sensed that sleep had already left my system, so I headed to the bathroom to wash my face. The cold water managed to clear my mind completely, but then I paid attention to my image in the mirror. I looked at my eyes swollen from sleep, with irises black as coal... The same color as those of the man in my memory.I put my face in my hands, upset and confused. Should I tell the demons that too? Was it relevant? Or was it better to keep it to myself? I sighed. I went down to the first floor, directly towards the kitchen. I opened the refrigerator for a bottle of mineral water, and drank until I felt the coldness of the liquid going down my throat and into my stomach. I pressed the cold plastic bottle against my cheek, because the oppressive heat of the nightmare was still suffocating me.And as I sank into my indecision, debating against myself whether or not I should contact any of the demons to talk t

And, with this decision I had made, I was favoring his loneliness."I need to talk to him," I said quietly.Azazziel narrowed his eyes and, as if what I said had been something crazy, wrinkled his brow. Immediately, he stood up and relieved me of the pressure of him being so close.-So that?“Just…” I mumbled and shook my head. I want to see how she is. And I can't summon him, so could you tell him?—And do you think I'm your damn messenger? —She replied with an almost aggressive inflection.He turned his back on me to leave the kitchen and head towards the living room. On her journey, I couldn't help but notice that her gesture was something taken away. Just as I couldn't ignore the long, irregular marks on her skin, those that wings or clothing used to hide. The only flaw in her body.-You will not do it? I asked, hurrying to follow him.-No.-Why not?-Because I do not want to. I was about to retort, but he turned to face me and continued, “You're getting off track.” I didn't come

I saw him out of the corner of my eye. Somehow, I couldn't help but think that something seemed different about him since the last time I saw him, that day on the bridge. Of course, there wasn't the slightest change physically, but even so, it didn't look the same. He was sitting next to me, not looking at me and, for some reason, he seemed very distant. He seemed completely indifferent to my closeness… And, I didn't know why, that made me feel strange."Akhliss came the other day..." I said quietly."I know," he murmured wearily, pressing his eyelids together for a second. A minute later, she tilted her head to look at me, and one corner of her lips curved upward. I told her that you no longer wanted to see her, and I understand that she gave you a lecture.I grimaced with slight bitterness. Did those two tell each other everything?—It wasn't exactly that.—What did he talk to you about? —She asked, keeping her expression, without worrying at all."Several things..." I murmured, shr

The caramel-haired girl was sitting at a small square table in the corner, looking absently at the crowd with a frown and a somewhat strict expression.I reached his side and stood there, still, not knowing what to say to him. She looked up and narrowed his eyes at her.-Hello. —My tone sounded so sullen that I surprised myself, but I maintained my firm stance."Hello," he said back, almost with the same nuance. Immediately, she made a nod, pointing to a glass with a brown liquid and ice floating in it. I asked you for an iced tea.Something strange stirred inside me. Nat was so sure I was coming, that she went out of her way to order something she knew I liked. At that moment I realized that, perhaps, she knew me more than I thought.Not sure what else to say, I bit my bottom lip awkwardly.—Do you want to sit down? She offered, but there was nothing kind in her voice, so she sounded more like an order. I looked at her seat in front of her as if it were the hardest of obstacles, and,