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
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
—Shit, it's true! —She interrupted me, opening her eyes wide and raising her eyebrows in an exaggerated expression of feigned discovery—. It's true that I can't feel the same thing that a human feels, I'm practically like an empty sculpture that doesn't conceive a single fucking feeling. But don't worry, after all, I am a demon without a single trace of goodness .An unknown shadow crossed his gaze as he said that last bit. I looked at her strangely for a few seconds, while her expression changed to an impassive one. Suddenly, as realization finally settled into my brain, a wave of anger filled my system.I didn't need her to say anything else to understand that she had eavesdropped on my conversation with Claire."Will you stop monitoring every damn thing I do?" —I mumbled through clenched teeth, in a tremendous effort not to raise my voice.Akhliss took a deep breath and stood up, setting the puppy down on the bed. He looked up at my face and I saw something very similar to anger th
"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
Far from feeling distressed by what he said about him, I was stunned. Impressed as hell. Well, yes, I also had a slight pain in my chest, and I was affected. But more than anything I was confused by the other thing. I needed to know exactly what he meant.I dug my nails into my palms, and walked towards my bed. I sat on the mattress with some nervousness, positioning myself closer to her. Akhliss didn't look at me, instead he tilted his head further away from me, moving his chair a little in the process.She wasn't sure her intention was sensible. But she was talking without her even having to make an effort, and she seemed to be being quite open. And, beyond mere curiosity, she had a strange feeling inside me that demanded I know about it.“Azazziel said your son's death was his fault,” I muttered cautiously, trying to be as tactful as possible. He didn't know how much this matter affected Akhliss.I felt him tense up completely, as if just hearing that was something unpleasant. I fe