I cleared my throat before speaking again:"What you want is for us to trust each other.""Exactly," he conceded, with a slightly more pleasant nuance."But by taking an oath that if we fail at something, there will be consequences."An exhausted sigh escaped from the depths of his chest."Why is the punishment all you think about?""Because that's not trust," I replied, shaking my head. It's just a deal. Is that what you want."What I want is to understand why, in all this shitty world, you are the only mortal who is capable of challenging my every ability," he mumbled. I cannot read your thoughts, nor intrude into your mind, much less exercise my control over you. In all my years of existence I have not come across another human being like him, nor has anyone I know. She stubbornly denied. I noticed how her voice was increasing in pitch progressively, while the anger began to make her breathing quicken. You do not have demonic or angelic offspring, and apparently you are not or have

I was standing before anyone else at home, mainly for three reasons. The first, my nightmares, already habitual, did not allow me to continue my rest. The second, I had to go to work. And the third, I had to secure each entrance of my house with holy water.The day before, I hadn't been able to calm down for a single minute with the idea that the devil, in his rancor, would do some harm to my family as long as I accepted what he wanted.So, being very careful not to wet the furniture or anything my mother might get upset about, I took the little bottle she had asked for in church yesterday—suppressing the tedious memory of having to accompany her to that place—and tried to draw crossings with the water, at the main entrance, at the back and at the windows. They didn't come out perfect, and to tell you the truth, they didn't quite look like crosses, but it was the only thing I could think of to try to protect my family. Much to my regret, I didn't ask the father to come bless the house

Pretending in front of my family that everything was fine, that I felt amazing and that I was still the same as always, was almost intolerable. And it was even more so the feeling that it was impossible for me alone to be able to have some kind of serenity, in my own home.~*~*~*~I couldn't move, but I did feel my body. I was aware of the strange weight that had settled on my feet. His eyes were open, but he was unable to make any movement. I was lying on my back, and the only thing my eyes could catch in the dark was the clear ceiling of my room. Suddenly, the weight that I felt only in my feet began to climb up my body, as if someone were walking on me. The air from my lungs escaped through my mouth, forming a slight mist, due to the cold that had taken over everything.And then I saw it. The dark humanoid shadow, featureless in the face, was on top of me. The shadowy figure, already habitual, outlined an unearthly smile that crossed his strange face. Suddenly, I could see her brig

"You say that you... are here? With us?"And what, on top of that, we didn't even notice them?"Several, many of us, coexist on this filthy piece of land, just like you," he explained, smiling mischievously. You have no idea how many other demons might be in the same place as you.I clenched my fists, fighting the panicked tightness in my chest.A tense silence settled between us. He stared somewhere outside my window. Suddenly, his eyes traveled to my face and he nodded in my direction."Who did you inherit that eye color from?" she inquired.I blinked, because his question threw me off balance.“Uh…” I clenched my fists, puzzled as to why that was important. it's a little hard to explain.He raised an eyebrow."I think I can follow you," he replied pedantically."I'm just not sure. I shrugged apologetically, but saw him wince in annoyance, so I hastened to continue, "It's possible that my father's biological father."— Is it possible?"I've never seen it." And my father doesn't reme

I bit my bottom lip, debating whether to do it or not.« He will discover you ». She warned the voice of my mind. I clutched the wad of green paper in my hand hidden in my apron pocket and looked around for Jade." He could get angry ." She continued the small, nosy voice.I frowned. Was it wrong to help an acquaintance without saying anything? Jade and I weren't very close. In fact, if it hadn't been for the fact that Diana had approached her the day before to ask why she looked so stricken, I still wouldn't know. I was never good at starting conversations, especially those that could be delicate.I saw my partner serving a young couple at one of the tables near the entrance to the cafe. She didn't make an effort to show them a good face, and I figured it was due to the same situation she was going through. She had seen her like this all week and wished she could help her, somehow. According to what Diana had told me, Jade was having financial problems since her son's father was supp