-So it is true. Your life there remained the same as it was before you met me.A wrinkle of confusion crossed his brow and he tilted his head slightly. She opened her mouth to say something, but a second later, as understanding dawned on her features, he closed it abruptly as he silently denied it.He let out a sound that was halfway between a grunt and a tired sigh."If you mean he was with other people while he was trying to have something with you, then you're in a bad way," he muttered, a fortuitous anger beginning to emanate from his expression. "The last time I tried to have something with someone, it was the same day you summoned me with your bracelet to ask me to save Claire," he said in a slightly lower tone, looking away with what seemed like discomfort, and suddenly I felt that I wanted to cover my ears so as not to hear him. That time you interrupted something, but I didn't mind leaving it to come to Earth because I heard your voice in my head. You seemed distressed and I
I didn't know why, but what I saw of him was worse, just as bad, or even worse than the other two, but somehow it affected me more.I slowly opened my eyelids, but I couldn't continue speaking. I couldn't move my lips and reveal to him what it was that shocked me so much, that made me feel so bad. That opened my eyes and brought out the disappointment and aversion that I was currently feeling towards him.Because it was. It was worse . I saw him doing the same thing as Khaius, only he wasn't being controlled. Azazziel was not forced. He did it for pleasure, for the pure evil that ran in his veins, with which he was born and which was inherited from his father. I saw him immersed in ancient battles without the slightest compassion for his adversary, unable to differentiate between the strength of a human and that of a demon, because the black reflection showed me that he could murder both species in the most vile and bestial way without not even feel a single ounce of guilt. I saw him
And that was enough for a whirlwind of contradictory emotions to collide with each other inside me.—Like the one it was before? —I blurted out through clenched teeth, completely unable to control the tremor that took over my hands—. My parents are ten feet under, Azazziel! I lost my friends, my job, everything! How is it supposed to go back to the way it was before?!-Are you alive! —She bellowed for the first time in all this time, and as she always knew how to raise her voice louder than me, I shrank in place and swallowed saliva in an attempt to relieve the lump in my throat. He set his jaw, anger and displeasure taking over his features. That's the only thing that matters. And yes, you lost a lot of things, but you are now here alive, and you have no idea how important that is or what we sacrificed to make it that way. So grow up and take some responsibility in this too. Yes, I screwed up, but you had something to do with it too. Because I could have loved him very much, but noth
I closed my eyes tightly for a second and sighed deeply, before trying to gather my courage and force my trembling legs to move towards him.Instead of hugging me, like I thought he would, his hand squeezed mine very firmly. A slight uncertainty washed over me when her free arm wrapped around my waist, but not in a loving gesture, but rather as if she didn't want me to move. She leaned down until she rested the pile on the top of my head and my face was buried in her chest. The simple fact of being like this, so close to him, appreciating his particular and attractive aroma, caused the pain to explode in my chest and the desire to shed the tears that I had been holding in for so long to become unbearable.He didn't take long to speak again. And when he did, his voice was barely a hoarse whisper, but charged with firm determination:—Amy Masters…, I release you from the pact.I couldn't understand it. For a few seconds of cruel and absolute silence, my brain could not assimilate what h
“Don't go,” I repeated, and by then my voice was barely a hoarse, unsteady whisper. Don't stay with me if you don't want to, but don't go back there . Don't go back to that place. You don't have to obey orders from Asmodeus or any other demon, I know you don't want that. You have the possibility to choose.He frowned slightly. Her jaw and his fists clenched together, and his Adam's apple bobbed as I saw him swallow.-You're wrong. This is what I want. It's what I've always wanted. You were a dangerous distraction in my plans, Amy, and I can't let it stay that way. I'm not going to change who I am, I can't... I don't want to. I will always be what you see.I bit my lower lip, hard. My jaw continued to tremble, the corners of my eyes burned from the intense desire to burst into tears. But, there was also something else now, a different emotion from the searing tightness that wreaked havoc on my chest. Something different, but equally overwhelming.Rage . Raw and intense rage.—I see...
I opened my eyes slowly, very calmly. For the first time in a long time, my heart was not beating frantically against my ribs, but rather just beating at a slow, even rhythm.And it hurt with every movement I made inside my chest.To be honest, I didn't want to get up. I wouldn't have done it if it weren't for the fact that I had biological needs and my stomach, which had been growling quite early on, was already starting to hurt. Still, I struggled to suppress my hunger for several hours, only because I really didn't feel like leaving this room. I had no desire to leave these four walls of a house that was not mine, nor to face the world as it was now. I didn't feel in the mood to see Nat and tell him everything... Or to face what had happened.What was finished during the early morning. Just like how it started.I would have liked to come out of the chamber undefeated. I would have loved to have been filled with pride and gone to Nat's room to tell her that I didn't really cry; that
I wasn't sure if it was because of the loud noise or the unexpectedness of his act, but my heart skipped a beat and accelerated in a flash. Then, without saying anything at all, and with a sudden anger radiating from her face, she strode to the huge window and opened it roughly.—Listen to me, idiot, and listen to me well! —He shouted at the top of his lungs, in the middle of the backyard with his head raised, looking towards the sky. Her voice broke, but she continued. When I find someone who is much better than you and I am very happy, I don't want you to come back, do you hear me?! Did you hear, idiot?! I never want you to come back, you damned demon!I could hear the sob of rage that left her mid-rude, and I didn't know how to react. I remained completely static. I couldn't decide if I should run to her and hug her, or just stay there and let her scream.He didn't know how to console her. And much less did I know what to do when, progressively, a new wound began to open in the cen
It didn't take long when, immersed in my own bubble of silence and anguish, I managed to hear Anthony's footsteps down the stairs. I closed my eyes tightly, not feeling ready to face him or face whatever he wanted to say, and I stayed very still. However, not a single word came out of his mouth. He just approached and sat down carefully and silently in a corner of the sofa where I was, next to my head.Anthony didn't learn much; In fact, I didn't tell him anything at all. I didn't have to give him any explanation, he didn't make an effort to find out what he had done those two weeks that I wasn't home. My brother didn't scold me for crying, he didn't tell me that he was an idiot for trusting the wrong guy, nor did he make fun of me like he used to do with every mistake he made. He just ran his fingers through my hair for a long time, like my mother used to do with us when we were children and needed her attention.That gesture alone was enough for me to start crying uncontrollably, so