But then, his body vanished into the air with the speed of a blink.An almost painful chill ran through my system, from my hand to my feet, as I stretched out my arm to try to prevent his departure. The tips of my fingers felt the trail of dark smoke that left his body before it vanished, so cold that it was as if it had been ice vapor.The weight of his words fell on my shoulders the moment I was alone in my room.I remained still for several minutes, stunned, with my breathing a little accelerated and my mind completely blank. Knowing absolutely nothing what to think about tonight. Without certainty about who was right, who was the true martyr, or who felt real pain. Convinced that Claire was right, but also disturbed by Akhliss's confession.And also full of nostalgia, because something inside me told me that maybe I would never see her again.I was vaguely aware of sitting back up in bed, because my body was acting on its own, without receiving commands from my brain. My thoughts
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
My heart shot up in impetuous beats.—Y-you mean "near . " —My voice sounded trembling. Unstable … I cursed myself for showing myself like this before him.A hoarse, short, mischievous laugh burst from his lips."On top, close... Or you on top..." I perceived his smile in my ear, and I knew he said that with all his evil. The order doesn't matter too much.Anger condensed at the center of my being like a cyclone and I wanted to tell him I was an idiot for saying something like that. But frankly, I was much more bothered by my own reaction, because I knew I wouldn't have cared before; Now, however, I was aware of how my stomach clenched violently at those words.I was quite upset that my back was so close to his torso, so I turned around. But as soon as I did it, I regretted it. The first thing my eyes caught was the bare skin of his chest, and I couldn't help that image causing an irregular movement in my heart. I looked up, and whatever he saw on my face made him crack a half smile w
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
Azazziel didn't respond, so I forced myself to look up at him. His countenance had turned stern once more, but she didn't seem to be directed at me specifically; His eyes were fixed somewhere on the ground, lost in his own thoughts. His posture had stiffened noticeably."Tell me it's normal, please," I begged in a whisper.He couldn't stand anything else, couldn't stand the fact that there was a possibility that he had a new hidden ability that he didn't have the slightest fucking knowledge of. He moved his head slightly towards me and weighed my words for another minute.—Are you sure you saw Akhliss and Khaius in your dreams? —She asked in a sullen, but calm tone. Without getting upset.For some reason, that made me even doubt myself.-I think so.The demon leaned back against the back of the sofa, letting out a long sigh."There are humans who can have premonitions," he explained quietly, still not looking up at my face. It's not common, but it usually happens. I dropped my jaw, no
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
I tightened my lips to control myself, in a colossal attempt to try to keep the sharp pain that coursed through my chest at bay.—And... what about what was happening between you and me?"It was a mistake," he said in a clear, hoarse, sure voice, without the slightest hint of hesitation. You were very sensible in finishing it, and to tell the truth you did me a favor: you were right, I was deviating from my original intentions. I was losing track of the real reason why I'm doing all this, just because of a petty attraction.I swallowed hard to try to clear the lump that had formed in my throat.—So... what happened didn't mean anything? —My question was a barely audible whisper, but I didn't care because I needed him to say it. I needed to hear it from you.The demon had a frown and a severe look, but he didn't give me the impression that he was feeling any emotion, he was simply serious. He did not exude the slightest remorse, nor any other alteration."I don't feel anything for you,
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,