Hearing "yesterday" , Azazziel's eyes traveled to my face in a sudden movement. I noticed the glimmer of deep anger in his gesture at my disobedience, but all I did was look away from him in response."She won't do anything to you," he assured her, returning his attention to the demon. The anger was evident even in her voice."Is she your concubine?"I opened my eyes wide. It almost gives me another chill."It's more…like my pet." Azazziel took another step and then I stepped back so that they were both much closer and I was almost up against the wall. Look, Mabrax, as much as I'd like to keep talking to you, I'm afraid you've got to get your dirty ass out of there.For a couple of seconds, there was a deathly silence in the room, until a thunderous laugh from the demon inside Claire broke it.—And there they say you don't like to joke!However, Azazziel's eyes narrowed, maintaining an austere expression.“It's not a joke, Mabrax.The glee in the other demon's smile slowly began to
- And shit! Mabrax roared, trying to claw at his arms and hit him. Get away, you son of a bitch!Azazziel muttered something in a very low tone, and in what seemed to be a strange language. Smoke still billowing from her forehead, Claire's body spasmed in response to those words. He put the rosary aside, and then I saw the little bottle of holy water in his hand.Mabrax's eyes widened and he shook his head, trying even harder to fight. However, he seemed to be so exhausted, he didn't put up enough of a fight when Azazziel shoved the bottle into his mouth. Quite a bit of the clear liquid leaked from the corners, and I could hear the gargling at his resistance to swallowing the contents.Even so, when Azazziel took the bottle from him, there was hardly any of the water in it anymore. The same white smoke that caused the rosary also sprang from inside her mouth now.At that moment, Claire—the demon—began to cough violently.I was alarmed when, with each contraction of his body, he began
"Do not mess!" a voice protested in my mind . Get out of there now while you can! .The idea seemed reasonable. I could go away and let Azazziel deal with the matter alone. Still, I had given him my soul in exchange for this, it was only fair that he take care of Mabrax.I almost made it to the front door, but angry growls and angry words stopped me. She was pretty sure they were coming from the backyard. I was left standing there, a few inches from the exit, debating whether or not to get out. He could hear the contest, sharp, precise blows, and he had no idea who was giving it or who was receiving it.I closed my eyes, feeling my heartbeat rumble strongly. Perplexity, fear and uncertainty gripped me, as well as a terrible feeling of being a chicken. Going away and leaving Azazziel, since I had called him only to get rid of the demon, seemed to me an act of cowardice—sensible, but cowardly. Even if I had paid a heavy price for it, deep down I knew that no one had put a gun to my head
And then, out of breath, right on the third and last level of the building, I saw them.A couple of meters separated them, as if they had taken a break from the fight. They were breathing hard and tense positions, as if ready to resume it in the next second.The first thing that caught my attention were the eyes of the demons, which glowed in the darkness of the place. Something clicked in my mind when I saw that Azazziel's shirt had disappeared from his chest, and I assumed that was the ripping sound I heard earlier. My impression increased when I studied both of them, with bare chests and huge wings spread, who were somehow very similar but, at the same time, totally different. Mabrax's wings, though black as well, were not like Azazziel's. Theirs were smooth and membranous, very similar to those of bats.What was left of the destroyed roof let in a little of the light from outside. My heart skipped a beat as I narrowed my eyes and saw on Azazziel's face a gash across the forehead,
I didn't want to see that. I didn't conceive of him being able to do that, not in front of me.A punch that Mabrax managed to dodge gave him the pass to roll on the ground, walking away. Then, as if he wanted to flee, he spread his dark wings, but Azazziel managed to reach out with one hand and kicked him with such force that he was thrown away. Mabrax's stocky figure slammed into a wall, tripping her. Dazed, he shook his head and tried to get to his feet. His entire body trembled with exhaustion, his black hair sticking to his forehead and neck, drenched in blood and sweat.The yellow eyes of the demon looked at me for an instant. I saw that Azazziel started to approach him, and despite looking tired and hurt, he kept exuding that air of arrogance, as if he was convinced that he was going to win. Mabrax noticed it too, and with a last effort he rose to his feet. And then, in less than a second, it came to me.I didn't have time to react. In the next instant, I was wrapped in his h
But my fear did not end there. At that moment, I heard heavy and rough footsteps, like those of a furious animal.I looked up, only to see Azazziel slam the wall so hard, I felt the resonance in the floor, and for a second I feared the entire level might collapse. With a dry movement, he looked at me. Then he started to get closer.Dread brought me to my feet, defensive, but it also made me numb.Azazziel stood in front of me, took me by the collar of my blouse and lifted me up. My face was only a couple of centimeters from his. The silver of his eyes, unchanging even in the dark, had hardened to such an extent that it gave me a chill."Do you have a bloody idea what you just did?" Her,” she inquired in a frightening whisper, through clenched teeth.My heartbeat skyrocketed again."I-I thought..."-That?!I swallowed."I-I don't know…""I told you to go away!" Why the fuck didn't you?!"I saw you hurt!" I exclaimed out of sheer desperation. My lips trembled and I felt a lump rise in m
My hand reacted faster than my brain. I wasn't aware of what I did, until I felt my palm start to burn from the slap I gave it.I opened my eyes wide. I didn't manage to move his face more than an inch, but still his fierce countenance was gone and now he was stunned. However, his astonishment did not last more than two seconds, because then he looked at me with a terrible aversion.Regret washed over me, but before I could even apologize, his hand squeezed my neck. She used just enough force to push me back until my back slammed into the wall. I groaned, but I couldn't do anything else, since he wasn't tightening my throat like the first time I met him.This time I was seriously choking myself."Do you want to die that bad?" Her,” she inquired between her teeth, with an unbelievably cold edge. I'll treat you then.I felt like everything inside me was falling apart. I used what strength I had left to stare at him and speak."Do…it," I whispered, taking what little breath I had left.H
I waited a second, the phone pressed to my ear, while my grandmother considered my words."It's a little weird that you're asking me that now." She sounded both amused and puzzled through the earpiece. I blinked. Actually, he had thought she would take it more in awe, even annoyance, not in that relaxed tone.I had called her because this morning I woke up with a knot in my stomach, with that doubt hammering in my head as if that was what my most recent nightmare had been about, even though it really wasn't.The truth was that I always lived interested in it, but my father raised me with the idea that his mother could not talk about that man. He was quite strict in that sense and it was one of the few times that he could be seen really angry if he pushed the issue."I-it just gave me that curiosity all of a sudden," I lied. Sorry if she upset you."Oh, honey, I haven't seen that man in nearly forty years." I don't mind talking about him, not anymore. —The sweetness and patience with w