I looked up, confused and scared to death, and then I could see Claire a short distance from where we were, with an empty bottle in one hand. My fear grew to enormous levels, because I didn't understand what had happened. How the hell did she even get there?!Immediately, Mabrax and I moved a couple of steps, while he continued to grunt in pain. And then, without me being able to do anything to stop it, he raised one arm and hit Claire across her torso with such speed and force that she was thrown off of her. Her back hit a wall violently, and then ended up on her side on the floor. Her face twisted into a pained grimace.A horrified scream built in my throat, but I couldn't even utter the girl's name, when something else suddenly happened. Something I would never have expected and definitely not Mabrax either.It all happened too soon.The first thing I heard was a tearing sound, very close to me, and I immediately turned around and noticed the thick straight steel—long, shiny, and s
I wasn't sure how I had gotten to Nat's house. I also had no idea why I was now lying in bed in the room Khaius had shown me the other time, the one where he mentioned that Nat wanted it to be for me. But it was the least of it.In those moments, that didn't matter.He could handle the bruises. I could handle the bruises, the unsightly scabs, and the wounds on my skin, and I was sure that if I'd had a broken bone, I could have handled it too. Not easily, of course, but I would have managed.However, with what Mabrax and Naamáh did to my friends, not with that. With everything they said to humiliate me and make me feel like shit, I couldn't handle that .I did not understand Mabrax's revelation, what he had told about me to that Asmodeus, because the moment he mentioned it, the demons around me became upset. And that only seemed to mean that, far from having freed ourselves from a problem, we had entered into a much bigger one.I couldn't handle the reality that I caused my parents'
“But…” I cleared my throat and wiped my face with the back of my hand. I-I don't understand, how come...?-Oh look. —He raised her right hand and brought it closer to me. On her middle finger was a simple ring, silver, perhaps, that he hadn't noticed before. Jon etched some weird little drawings on this, on the inside. And as he described things, he told me that, if a time came when I thought it was necessary, that he should call him. Him or Azazziel. —Nat looked down again for a second and let out a short nervous laugh—. Your boyfriend scares me a little, and I swear I didn't want to call him here, but she... she was too worried about you and Jon.A strange pang went through me when she said "your boyfriend . "Something inside me warmed. Although I was aware that, like Azazziel with me, Khaius could not be capable of feeling love for her, a gesture like that gave me to understand that the demon actually did care about my friend. Even though he couldn't feel the same.I couldn't h
-Are you OK? —Nat asked, now with a more cautious tone due to my silence."Y-yes..." I hesitated, and opened the door.She narrowed her eyes slightly when she noticed my face.-You need something?"No," I murmured, shaking my head, "I'm fine." Thanks, Nat.—Don't worry, I'm your servant now. "She," she shrugged. At least until you can walk alone.I gave him a smile, although I didn't feel the joy of it inside me. She helped me get back to the bed and lie down. I clenched my jaw as she tried to get into a comfortable position, but to no avail; There was no way I was going to avoid the pain.At that moment, the imposing silhouette of a person appeared at the entrance of the room, throwing me off balance. Only there, something familiar inside me stirred. My chest and stomach tightened, solely because of the wave of emotions that seeing him caused me.Nat smiled a smile that seemed forced, or perhaps nervous, and reached out to me to squeeze my hand."I'll see how Jon is doing," he told m
Azazziel let go of my face and lowered his head. I saw him clench his jaw tightly.We fell into dead silence for several minutes, while I tried to calm my crying."I-I know that this doesn't really change the fact that they're gone..." I said in a thin voice, not knowing if I was saying it for him or for me. But how am I going to live with that?Regret, remorse , that was what he couldn't handle. They didn't deserve to be gone yet. Not that way.My lips trembled as I wrapped my arms around my own torso. At that moment, one of his arms surrounded my waist in a hesitant and—I dared to think—fearful gesture.In a surrendered gesture, I let my head fall on his shoulder, and then he hugged me tightly.“Forgive me,” he whispered, his voice unstable, hoarse, his lips pressed to my ear.I closed my eyes tightly, feeling a devastating and painful sensation in the center of my chest. Disconcerting , above all.Neither Azazziel nor I said anything else. For a long time, the room in which we wer
"When you make those faces, you make me feel like I'm quasi-modo," I commented.-Do not be silly. "Him," she shook her head irritably. You are like this because of my carelessness. How do you think I feel seeing you hurt like this?"Let's see if this works, then," I resolved, trying hard to sound positive.He nodded. He wrapped his arms around my torso and carefully pressed me against him. I knew immediately that he must be reminding himself that he had to be cautious with me right now; Seeing him hesitate was not a common thing.I closed my eyes and let my head fall into the space between his shoulder and neck. A short sigh, one that hurt my entire chest, escaped my lips. Nervousness swirled through me, but I tried to muster my patience and convinced myself that I should trust. That, if he hadn't known what he did, he wouldn't have proposed it to me.I hesitated if I should do or say anything to help it work. But, just as I was about to open my mouth to ask, a strange, unnatural, unc
I walked across the bedroom on the balls of my feet, and left the room, closing the door very carefully behind me.I took a long breath, feeling suddenly anxious, and walked down the hallway. The door to Nat's room was half open. I approached and my knuckles touched the wood a couple of times, before I heard my friend's voice:-Forward.I entered very slowly. The first thing my eyes focused on was Nat's small, thin figure, sitting at the foot of the bed, and then on Khaius, who was lying down with his upper body supported by several pillows.A gasp of surprise and excitement escaped my lips the moment I saw his amber eyes open."Khaius..." I whispered, unable to help but smile.He returned the gesture."Hello, Amy," he greeted me in a whisper.-What happened? —Nat stood up to approach me—. What the hell…?I leaned back a little due to the urgency of his movement.—W-what are you talking about?"Your wounds..." he said almost breathless. You are cured! But what…?"Oh, yes," I murmured.
"What's happening is..." Khaius cleared his throat. Asmodeus is the one we must answer to."Oh, he's like his boss," Nat muttered."It's much more than that," Akhliss said, now clearly affected. We could face Mabrax and Naamah... Not Asmodeus.—Is he that strong? I asked in a whisper, feeling a pang of dread."More than you could imagine," she answered in a low voice.I swallowed."I-you mean that," Nat stammered, fear dripping from his voice and face, "if that guy feels like killing Amy, he's just going to do it and that's it?""No, it is not so," Khaius replied harshly. We won't let it happen.—And what do we have to do now? —I asked quietly.—You, nothing. "It's serious," Akhliss told me, with a stern tone. Don't think too much about it. We will solve it.A new knot of anxiety formed in the pit of my stomach. The irrational fear of a being I didn't even know transformed into a huge monster that clung to me and prevented me from breathing easily.Fear for me, for my loved ones. The