"I believed that angels..." I hesitated and cleared my throat, "that they couldn't have children.""They don't have them," he stated, his voice hoarser. They don't go around fucking and conceiving other angels. They cannot procreate, but not because they are not capable, but because it is prohibited. —A short and humorless laugh escaped his lips, as he shook his head—. You can imagine, then, the scandal that Aeriele caused in Paradise when they learned that she had fathered a child with none other than a demon.I frowned as a doubt crossed my mind.—How did they manage to hide you from them? —I inquired.He fixed his gaze on the dark, calm waters of the river, illuminated by the reflection of the different and countless lights of the streets and buildings.—I guess covering up a love affair forbidden to Hell and Heaven was something complex, but they managed it. What they couldn't do was hide me too. He paused as he inhaled and looked up at the sky, loaded with thick gray clouds. Of
Azazziel clenched his fists and took a deep breath.—That he was someone who was tough , as an individual and as a father… I see how your parents are with each other, Amy. I perceive how, over the years, they have managed to keep intact that feeling that united them... But I never appreciated Zeross being affectionate with Aeriele. He showed no emotions for her, nor for me. Her jaw clenched again and he lowered his head. I never noticed them as if they were a... couple. And, for the same reason, I came to think that they didn't really feel the slightest attachment to each other. That maybe they just did something crazy and that I was the price they had to pay for it. Or that, perhaps, they wanted to experiment... —He wrinkled his brow with a doubtful and innately mean air—. That they wanted to create me on purpose, out of pure morbidity, to see what kind of being they could conceive. My growth was as rapid as that of any demon, but I was far from a healthy and strong creature. In fa
I was about to ask him to continue, but then he spoke:—When they saw which demon was involved, the angels summoned a high-ranking demon to take care of us. He dictated that our case had to be carried out in Hell, since it was not about anyone, but about Zeross himself... The "Ambitious and bloodthirsty Zeross". "Asmodeus's greatest rival," he said in an unfriendly, mocking tone, rolling his eyes wearily. And I remember two things very clearly. The first: that the angels who came indicated to Aeriele that she no longer belonged to the Divine Stratum. That heaven was no longer her home and that, therefore, Hell could do whatever it wanted with her... And the second: that I looked in the distance, at a small and miserable group of curious humans hidden among the trees, spectators. that they were satisfied with the angels' decision, as if it were the right thing to do. As if we deserved what was about to happen to us. I looked at the mortals, the same ones Aeriele had saved and helped d
Even though he wasn't looking at me, I was able to appreciate how a feeling as dark as it was unknown had colored his features, to the point of making him look dangerous and frightening... But at the same time it made me long to know what that other thing was that I couldn't perceive."I'm not sure how long it lasted." Asmodeus chained me to a pillar in his torture arena so that I could see everything ... I recognized on his face, every time one of the three was beaten, the satisfaction that this caused him. They did all kinds of bestialities to Aeriele and Kaspiel, and I didn't have the strength for anything. Neither to help them, nor to flee from that damn place. There were a thousand demons ready to watch and participate. Even Zeross, with his enormous size and imposing manner, was humiliated and reduced his pride to nothing… his endless martyrdom only ended when Asmodeus grew bored of them, and set their bodies on fire. Not just any one. There is a special fire, one that only a f
—Are you in charge… of the Apocalypse? —I asked breathlessly."No," he replied more calmly, shrugging his shoulders. I only play an insignificant role in it. There are several others with the same position as me, with their own hordes of demons at their command. —Out of nowhere, a short, nervous laugh assaulted him, throwing me off balance—. Aeriele didn't want me to hate them, and instead what I did was join the cause for their destruction. —She laughed a little more, until his smile began to slowly fade. Then, understanding took over his features, as if only now, after all these centuries, had he realized this fact. And she added in a whisper, "What would she think of me if she were still alive?"The lump that had formed in my throat due to the sudden fear of his confession prevented me from speaking immediately, and I had to clear my throat. Although he didn't really seem to be waiting for an answer, as his gaze returned to the river.“You did what you had to do to survive,” I whis
He shook his head slightly stubbornly, unconvinced. Before he added anything else, I hastened to say:—But I think the real reason was because they loved you, Azazziel. They wouldn't have endured all that if it hadn't been like that.I saw him furrow his brow and shake his head in another stubborn denial. However, a couple of seconds later, a barely perceptible half smile appeared on her face, although it was fleeting.Azazziel looked up until his eyes focused on my face."Stop looking at me like that," he muttered bitterly. I don't need you to pity me. I only told you so you'd stop fucking bothering me.I frowned. I wasn't aware of exactly how I was watching him, but I immediately stood up and crossed my arms while looking away."I don't pity you," I lied, trying to show disdain."I feel like I have to apologize for the bar," he said. It almost seemed to me that she resorted to it in a desperate act to change the subject and forget everything before. It partly worked, because I immed
-Jealousy? —I inquired when he did not complete the sentence."No," he replied, with complete conviction and a bit of harshness. I have never felt jealous of anyone.—And what do you call the scene you created?—I'm selfish, like you said. "She," he shook his head in a nod filled with certainty. It's that, nothing more. I don't want you to get confused, or get your hopes up.A sharp pang shot through my chest, but I refused to let him feel it. I nodded as my eyes returned to the window, watching the raindrops hit the glass."Whatever you say," I murmured, grateful that my voice didn't break or show any emotion, and praying to myself not to bring it up again.But he continued talking.—What I'm trying to say is that... despite how strange you make me feel, and that for some reason I can't act with you the same as I do with the rest of the world, I'm not trying to have a relationship. I do not want that. I don't know what it's like to have an affair with a human, and I'm not interested
I swallowed hard in an attempt to dissolve the lump that suddenly formed in my throat. Shock, surprise and confusion wreaked havoc inside me, and I didn't know what to respond.I turned sharply, turning my back on him, and strode down the street."He's lying ," a malicious voice whispered in my mind. «He is not going to give you your soul back. "He's not going to undo the pact, he has no reason to, he doesn't give a shit about you . "I shook my head to silence the voice. But a dizzying sensation, more violent and overwhelming, gripped my chest and prevented me from continuing to walk. I remained motionless, standing in the middle of the street, flooded by both the rain and the images that shook my mind.Something came over me at that moment. Something unknown vibrated in the center of my chest and pulled me in the direction he was fleeing from. The weight of what had happened today hit me more abruptly than the cold of the atmosphere. More devastating , because it was a betrayal of