And the edge of the weapon slid across my skin. I felt the pain as my flesh split open, but I didn't waste any time. I held my hand in the air, over the small mound, so that the drops of blood would fall on it. I stood up and appreciated what I had done. Everything looked like a mess, not at all neat or orderly. It looked like the strange things that weird cults did, it looked like the kind of thing I would never have done before. Then I would take care of cleaning… If I managed to get out of this successfully.I swallowed hard, before taking the book in my hands. My heart pounded against my ribs, but my breathing was slow and labored.«In this way, I invoke you, Demon Alocer, master of black magic. I conjure you. Come and manifest yourself here and now, within this temple that I have prepared for you . They were the words that the book indicated to be able to call him, the appropriate ones to invoke the demon. She wasn't sure I could do it well. I read the inscription, first in my mi
Nat put his weight on one leg, tapping his foot on the ground. She was still waiting for my response."I have an interview on Monday," I told him, and I couldn't help but smile.Her eyes widened, surprised. A pang of nervousness went through me just remembering it."Oh..." he whispered in surprise.We went our separate ways, I stayed on the couch while she went upstairs and stayed upstairs for a while. When she returned to the living room, I raised my eyebrows as I took in the tight, shiny black dress she was wearing, paired with smoky makeup and tall boots that reached above her knees.She stood in front of me and turned around so I could see her completely.-You can see it well?"Oh, yes," I agreed. I cleared my throat, reflecting the enormous surprise that invaded me. So... you're going out, huh? —I prayed that the enthusiasm hadn't come through too much in my voice.This was the opportunity I had been waiting for for weeks.He nodded smiling.“You should go with me,” he said, a ne
I pursed my lips and felt like hitting myself. Nat gave a light, gentle laugh."It's true," I agreed quietly, avoiding looking at him."Your dog is great, girls," he said with a certain touch of emotion that seemed childish to me, "he looks like a real wolf.""It's yours," Nat said, pointing his thumb at me.—Do you mind if I pet him? —Dave asked me.Alexander gave a guttural snort and stepped away, hiding behind me."He's not very friendly," I murmured, slanting my lips apologetically, and he nodded with a slight grimace of feigned horror. He turned to take a look at Diana, who still hadn't finished shopping, and he looked at me again. Her dark eyebrows drew together in a clearly confused expression."Excuse me," he said, flashing a nervous smile, one of those so typical of him, "I think it will sound silly, but... do we know each other from somewhere?" “I feel…” He pursed his lips. I feel like we've seen each other before.The serenity disappeared from me as soon as a strange pang c
My mood was not the happiest no matter how much I tried to change it, mostly because of Nat, since lately she was very determined to scold me if she saw me sad. And she didn't do it in a kind way, since she always related my despondent state to the fact that we had already spent a little over a month without knowing anything at all about the three demons. She got angry when she saw me down and she said that she couldn't be like this, not because of them . Likewise, he also took the enormous job of making sure he never left me alone anywhere.Sometimes I caught her staring at the ground or into the distance while we were doing something, and I knew perfectly well that she was thinking about Khaius. However, when she realized that he was looking at her, she would quickly start talking about whatever. I never saw her cry, apart from the first day when she decorated the kitchen wall with coffee, as if she wanted me to believe that she got over it very easily. But she knew her too well, a
-Are you ready? —Nat asked me.I looked at her with a sunken brow.-You are?She pursed her lips slightly. I saw that the clenched fist she was holding in the air trembled a little."Of course," he answered, but he knew her well enough to detect a note of hesitation in her voice. Come on, at the same time.I nodded.I also extended one arm in front of me, holding the leather bracelet that I once acquired for ordinary purposes, like any other person who buys jewelry, but that I came to use to summon nothing more and nothing less than a true demon.We counted to three out loud, but the first to open her hand was Nat. I noticed her fingers part to drop the rune-engraved silver ring that Khaius had given her, so she could summon him whenever she wanted. A second later, I imitated her and, with my heart hammering as if I were the one who was going to jump from this tremendous height onto the pedestrian bridge where we were, I noticed a dizzying sensation in her stomach.The high meters of
And if my feelings were, then so was Asmodeus and his promise to see us again.I looked at my hands, which now looked as ordinary as they had always been. At this point, after experiencing for myself the kind of things I was capable of, and even though it seemed uncomfortable, strange and improbable, I had to consider the possibility that maybe I wasn't human. Not at all. But if I looked at it from another perspective than I had done this time, maybe that wasn't the most important thing. Because how different could humans be from angels and demons? If we were all originated by the same being, were we deep down so different from each other?The difference was that we had a choice. I could choose.I clenched my fists tightly as I stood up and, taking a deep breath, squared my shoulders.The obsession that they always had, the doubt of my origin, that which dominated them so much was really not interesting at all. For me, not anymore. Because what did matter was what he could do with thi
I didn't realize that Alexander had followed me into the room until I heard his moans. The pitiful sound he emitted managed to bring me out of the rage I was immersed in, and he made me open my eyes. Then, a gasp of pure shock and horror left my lips.My fingers opened and dropped the flower I was previously holding, now in a strange, misshapen and blackish shred from which a row of gray smoke seemed to be coming out.But what…?Even with my eyes filled with tears, I was able to see the faint trace of what appeared to be real smoke emanating from the palms of my hands. I didn't believe it. It couldn't be possible. Either my own sense was deceiving me, or in the end I did end up losing my mind.However, the image disappeared from my sight as soon as panic overwhelmed me.The active part of my brain made me react and I stood up. Out of pure instinct rather than anger, I stepped several times on the black flower from which a faint smoke was emanating. A strong smell burned my nose. The s
I left the room and closed the door carefully, slowly, with a lump forming in my throat. Then, with a heavy heart and low spirits, I walked to my bedroom. Even without having entered, I already knew that I would feel much worse.I would have loved to be able to walk into my own room and be calm, to feel like I was in my personal refuge, somewhere protected and safe from the world. But it was not like that. My chest squeezed violently when I looked from the threshold at my unmade bed, my old desk with my laptop and a couple of books scattered on top, the closet, a couple of clothes thrown away and everything else, as messy as it always used to be... I hadn't even made it a month outside, but it felt like years had passed since I last set foot here. Everything was just as I left it, nothing had moved from its place.So when my eyes eventually came across the nightstand that sat on the side of my bed, I froze. I felt a stream of ice run down my back. And, in the next second, a gasp escap
It didn't take long when, immersed in my own bubble of silence and anguish, I managed to hear Anthony's footsteps down the stairs. I closed my eyes tightly, not feeling ready to face him or face whatever he wanted to say, and I stayed very still. However, not a single word came out of his mouth. He just approached and sat down carefully and silently in a corner of the sofa where I was, next to my head.Anthony didn't learn much; In fact, I didn't tell him anything at all. I didn't have to give him any explanation, he didn't make an effort to find out what he had done those two weeks that I wasn't home. My brother didn't scold me for crying, he didn't tell me that he was an idiot for trusting the wrong guy, nor did he make fun of me like he used to do with every mistake he made. He just ran his fingers through my hair for a long time, like my mother used to do with us when we were children and needed her attention.That gesture alone was enough for me to start crying uncontrollably, so