—Someone else what? —She insisted impatiently, when she realized that she was not going to continue.I hesitated for a minute, feeling awkward.—I don't know, someone prettier. I shrugged, pretending to sound unconcerned, although deep down shame and insecurity gnawed at me. There are many girls prettier than me, with clear eyes, with prettier faces.—Amy…—Or blondes, redheads…The light laugh he uttered distracted me and I turned to look at him.—And who told you that having those characteristics makes you prettier? "I have red hair, and it's no big deal," she said and shook her head. I could see how his face became more serious. If I like you. I thought it was obvious.My heart skipped a beat."I've never done this kind of thing for anyone before," he continued, gesturing with his hand toward the landscape we were looking at. Never . I have never cared if I hurt anyone else, nor have I gone out of my way to protect anyone like I try to protect you. And believe me, until now, I have
-This is the same? —I asked, not being able to hide the fear that those words caused me. Are we repeating the same thing they did?Azazziel thought about it for a minute.—He had a path he had chosen, he had a destiny , and he sent everything to hell when he met her. He shook his head a little, with a smile whose joy did not touch his eyes. Yes, I think it's something similar.I was vaguely aware of how my breathing was increasing, an imminent response to the faint desperation and fear that had settled in my chest.I looked at the horizon again. By then, the sky had already darkened so much that not a single orange wisp remained; only the black, blue and gray of the thick clouds predominated in the firmament.For a long moment, neither of them said anything.I lowered my hands until I found his on my stomach, and in his embrace I could feel his muscles tense for some reason. For some reason that I didn't know about. I intertwined my fingers between his, and he held me close in a gestu
I turned to Claire when we were alone. She was still smiling."Your friends are very nice," he told me, shrugging his shoulders."Yes, they are," I agreed. I felt something similar to a cramp in my cheeks. She had been smiling longer than she was used to.—Does anyone know anything? she asked, with sudden caution. Any of… that ?-Nothing. —A stern edge crept into my tone—. Neither. And I want to keep it that way, please.She nodded slowly, looking down at the ground.—Don't you wear glasses anymore? —I asked the question only because I wanted to talk about something more banal, like the rest of that day.The whole day was calm. Current , like nothing had been in a long time. Nothing out of the ordinary happened, and when we left work Diana and I found Dave and Claire waiting for us outside the cafe to go to the movies. He wished the day would end the same way."Contact lenses, Amy," she replied, laughing.— Oh … —A silly giggle of pure embarrassment escaped me—. And here I thought you
"Amy, w-wait..." Claire's hand touched my shoulder, but it wasn't enough to stop me.I hurried forward in strides, paying no attention to the burning of my muscles, attentive to every dark corner of the narrow path.“Go home, Claire,” I ordered, but I continued to hear her footsteps behind me.-No! —She exclaimed, desperate—. I will not leave you!A building took a sharp turn to the left, exactly where the alley ended and another street began. A street where there were almost no people, where a black minivan was parked which, from afar, could be seen to have all the windows tinted.All the blood in my body went to my feet the moment I saw her , leaning on the vehicle with her arms crossed over her chest.Even with the dim lighting around us, I was able to recognize her pale skin and long, wavy, ash blonde hair. When my eyes met his… Those deep blue eyes, the color of sapphire, it was in that moment that I was only able to become aware of his icy presence.My heart beat frantically, fu
"Ah, no, son of a bitch," he mumbled. I felt my back hit a wall, while her other hand grabbed my wrists above my head. You're not going to call the freak you wallow with a bastard.Suddenly, his entire face radiated fury. Her lips retracted into an angry sneer, her yellow eyes flashing with deep hatred, a hatred that almost felt palpable.—Do you know what your mistake is, Amy? She—she She leaned towards my face, at such an excessive closeness that she made my stomach turn with pure disgust—. That you believe with all your heart that we can become like you, when in reality we are very, very different. —An almost insane smile appeared on his face—. Your demon is not going to be able to save you from this. None of the three. "Oh, and believe me, I won't like doing this, but you mustn't see which way we'll go," she murmured, making a face of mock regret. And since I can't force your mind to sleep, I'll have to use violence.Out of the corner of my eye, I saw how Naamah approached with a
It was very cold.A dull, searing pain pounded again and again against my skull. But what hurt me the most, from that blackish perspective from which I could not leave, was the enormous cold that enveloped me...The darkness of unconsciousness still clung to me when, little by little, I began to perceive what was happening around me.There was crying. A weak and barely perceptible sound. There was someone else who was insulting, a male voice but full of fear. A third voice, one I could not recognize in my state of pain and lethargy, reached my ears as a low, unstable moan. A lament that was actually my name.Someone was calling me.I made an excessive effort to separate my eyelids. I barely could, I was only able to perceive a blurry and unclear landscape for a brief period. I realized that the right one felt more sore and swollen than the left one, and I couldn't open it properly.It took a couple of seconds for my vision to stabilize, and I finally managed to make out everything aro
Something inside me reacted in a way it shouldn't.Another unintelligible murmur tried to escape my lips, but it was only a vain and desperate attempt to pronounce his name.From my distance I couldn't tell if he was breathing, I could only see the thick threads of blood emanating from the wound, so deep that it must have completely penetrated his torso. He didn't know if an injury that serious was capable of killing him, nor if he could recover from something like that. I had no idea about anything, and I couldn't do anything to get out of there either. Despair, fear and anguish rose so much inside me that my breathing became difficult.David noticed what I was seeing and let out a surprised gasp.—T-that guy... is he dead? —She inquired, distilling pure horror in his tone.—Of course he's dead! —Diana exclaimed, filled with despair. Those words made her cry again. He's got a fucking sword through him!At the same time, a horrible, lacerating pang went through the center of my chest.
-Oh do not worry. “Khaius isn't dead, he's just in shock from the pain,” she replied, and a slight relief warmed my chest. I wouldn't mind killing him though. Besides, believe me, no one in Hell is going to miss him. Many there despise him.Another growl of anger reverberated in my chest.“I'm looking forward to talking to you, Amy,” he said calmly, “but since I don't want you to call that son of a bitch Azazziel…” He raised a hand and snapped his fingers.Diana and Dave's muffled moans sounded in unison as Naamah pulled out a dagger that she seemed to have hidden in the sleeve of her leather jacket. A lump formed in my throat when I saw how she placed the sharp tip of the weapon on Diana's neck, and she closed her eyes tightly as tears fell down her cheeks.My heart was squeezed."I'm going to take the tape off of you," Mabrax warned me, "but if you call him, Naamah will use her dagger on any of them." And no matter how fast he can come, believe me, she will open your friends' throat