She remained taciturn even when we managed to leave the park. My heartbeat calmed a little as I caught a glimpse of the tall buildings and cityscape. I was sure that at that time it would take us a while to get a taxi, but the company of the devil managed to alleviate that tiny concern. Nothing could happen to me being next to him. But, like the incessant headache, it was not enough to reduce my frustration.The night ended totally different than how it started.Although it never in a million years would have crossed my mind that Azazziel would be at that party, seeing him there had excited me to a degree I didn't even think possible. And now I regretted it. I couldn't help but wonder if this would have been avoided if he hadn't shown up there. Or if, otherwise, perhaps, it would have been worse.An unknown weight on my chest began to make me desperate, and I suddenly felt like I couldn't breathe easily. Akhliss noticed my outburst and put a hand on my back as we stopped on the sidewa
I didn't wait a minute when my shift was over, I left as soon as it was time to do so. I didn't even stop when Diana wanted to intercept me to talk about the "handsome guy who kissed me at the party." I ignored her somewhat—quite—rudely, and ran away from the cafeteria. I was aware that every time she was alone there was a chance that something bad would happen to me, that Mabrax might find me, or that Naamah girl. But if they were both stalking me now, it was preferable for me to do it alone than with my family.I walked through the streets of the center at a calm pace, with my headphones on. The music couldn't distract me at all. The regret for what was happening was still there. Everything continued to pile up and feel like a heavy burden. I was afraid because perhaps Nat had found out something and no longer wanted to see me, I was saddened not to know anything about Khaius or Akhliss. About Azazziel...Because, above all else, I felt very alone.The sky was dyed a dark blue with
-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
The suspicion in his expression disappeared, and then anxiety took over his face.—What exactly has to stop?" This ..." I murmured, looking down and making a slight movement with my hand towards him and me. What was happening between us. I have to…-That? "She," she interrupted me abruptly. But yes... I just explained to you...! —He pursed his lips. She ran her hands over her face and hair, and I could detect the exasperation beginning to show on her face. Amy, to the fucking Hell of her, didn't mean anything, okay? She was just…"It was just a kiss," I whispered.I saw him clench his hands tightly. So hard that I noticed how he trembled, as if he were resisting the urge to hit whatever was in front of him. Her eyelids drooped together and her face twitched as she took a deep breath through her nose."Look," he sighed, letting the air go heavily into his lungs and looking back at me, "I'm not sure if I should tell you this, but I will." —The rigorous look on his face fell and I was a
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
The door to Claire's room was half open, so I gave it a few light knocks before poking my head out a little."Claire?"—Amy! —She jumped up from her bed and lunged at me. He wrapped her arms around my torso and pressed me against her, before pulling away from her and frowning in confusion. Are you OK? What happened to your forehead?I forced a smile, which I knew must have looked more like a grimace. Every time someone reminded me of it, I inevitably thought of the devil who had done it to me. And that unnerved me."I fell," I murmured.She nodded slowly. She didn't seem very convinced, but she let it go. Immediately, she grimaced.—I'm sorry for asking you to come here. But my mom won't let me set foot outside this house! —She exclaimed with an altered gesture—. She thinks I can't do anything for myself, that at any moment I'm going to relapse and start hitting myself or something. He still insists that I take the damn pills! Do you know what it's like to have to follow treatment for
—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
She stared at the floor for a minute, looking thoughtful. Then, she looked at me with a different feeling, one I didn't make out.—And you've dealt with all this alone? —She inquired. Her question made her feel a strange weight in her stomach. I didn't say anything, but my silence was enough for her to know that it was true. Because…? “She,” she slowly shook her head. Why didn't you tell someone?A brief laugh assailed me.—Claire, did you tell your mother that a demon had taken over your body?"Yes," he replied in a bitter tone. And he took me to a fucking psychologist."Exactly," I murmured, grimacing. How could I talk about this with anyone else? Do you know what it could mean for anyone to learn that demons and Hell really exist?His lips pressed together into a tight line. She gave a sigh that didn't seem to calm her at all."This is so fucked up," he muttered.I nodded my head. That was undeniable."I don't want you to feel indebted to me," I said. As you see, this goes beyond w