The next morning, I felt a cool kiss on my cheek, moving down my neck to my shoulder.
— Dean... Cold... Such a cold nose like a dog's...— I can feel the kisses going down to my collarbone. — Dean...—I stroke his cheek and take his beautiful pale face in my hands.There was a conditional knock on our door.— Damn it... Scott!—I laughed. — Let's pretend there's no one here.—Dean chuckled.— Guys, I can hear that you're there.—Scott said.—I have very bad news...—***And personally, I do not know whether to attribute this to bad news or to good news - they could not find Rahiel anywhere.And for some reason, a lot of people were sure that he was dead...— We need to check Carolianna's lover, maybe he ate our Rahiel!— someone said in the crowd.— Are you crazy? It's just physically impossible!—I said.— Dean wouldn't be able to swallow a drop of blood from any of us!—— Of course, you're protecting him!— someone said it.— No, I'm telling it like it is! Why would I tell a lie if we were raised like this!—I say.I feel Scott's warm hand on my shoulder. It's a pleasant feeling, but for some reason I feel uneasy.— I saw that Dean can't stand our blood. I'm ready to vouch for him and for Caro.—Scott said.I was surprised by the angel's speech. Dean's eyes also widened for a second.— Why did you do that?—Dean whispered to Scott as we walked down the hall.— I tried to help you, but didn't I have to?—Scott stared at us with heavenly eyes in surprise.
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Ultima. Chronicles 1
As you know, angels are at the head of the good mortal world, and demons rule the ball in hell. But the angels are not as kind as the people of the church have always made them out to be. The human race is not so important to them. And now, in their wars for our souls, they have completely forgotten about us. But people like me don't consider themselves to be ordinary people. We live twice, and sometimes three times more than ordinary people are allowed to live. Our society is called the priests of Ultima. That's all we want to tell about our world...*** Let's start with me. I'm already over eighty, but I don't look older than twenty. I look like those ordinary girls who walk the streets by the hundreds. But to this I can tell you the oldest murdered phrase - do not judge a book by its cover. Take a look at my first and last name-Carolianna Epixfire. It looks like something strange, like a spell from silly newspapers. We have everyone here with strange names. For example
Ultima. Chronicles 2
When we arrived at our house, I left Dean upstairs, and I went with Scott to the basement.— Your first task will be to break a concrete wall.—I show him.—But by magic, not by hands.—— Ugh... Destroy the wall?—Scott drawled.— I hope I won't have to fly...—— Will have a lot...I smiled.— Believe me, it will be fun...—Seeing the continuing bewilderment, I stand next to him and show him.— Thumbs up, line. Then with the second hand across, as if you were drawing a cross.—Scott smiled again when he got it right.He has such a radiant and open smile. It disarms...— Great...—I say, trying not to start smiling from his smile either.— The next exercise ...—***When the next morning came, our angel was already sleeping peacefully.— Ugh, my fingers hurt!—I sat down on the couch next to Dean.— Aren't you bored here?—Damn it, how I want to touch him! — I try not to sleep. All sorts of abominations start to get into my head,— Dean smiled.—but then pull them out very difficult...—— And what
Ultima. Chronicles 3
Scott ran away and... mud splattered his clothes when he fell back into some kind of quagmire of a smaller scale.Hitting the dirt, Scott howled crazily.— Why can't I just do it, why I can't fly?!—he almost shouted.— Scott, don't despair. You just need to focus on it, don't scream and then you will definitely fly.—I told him.— Either fate has shown me a miracle, and now it's laying a pig... I may never fly...—Scott sighed sadly.— And if...—I didn't have time to understand what the man was up to - he ran away from me so quickly. It's even strange - maybe he used magic without even realizing it himself...Dean looked up from the phone and ran after me.I now realized where Scott ran - to a huge, on a human scale, grief... This mountain can kill him before he becomes an angel...— Scott!— I rushed to the guy, but he was already flying down.The wings flew open and Dean almost fell down from surprise.Scott's wings resisted the flow of wind and suddenly lifted him into the air.Oh, go
Ultima. Chronicles 4
I picked up the staff and directed the energy at the target.Oh, I got to the very edge...Unsuccessfully...— Hi, Carolianna.— Rahiel appeared on the threshold.— Well, how are you doing? I'm going to leave on important business, can you keep Scott company? He's very bad at it alone.—his fingers gently touch my hair.I pushed his hand away.— I'll help you. There's no need to reach out to me.—I said.— Rahiel, how's Dean doing? He doesn't want to see me.—— Dean stayed in the security service. He has the opportunity to pass a month's probation period. Maybe he'll get lucky.— voiceRahiel, who was always usually on full neutral, was now just overwhelmed with emotions.I know he doesn't give a damn about Dean.I walked towards the training field.I'll find Dean later.I got it.. I think I've figured out why I'm so drawn to Dean...Scott was waiting for me at the training field. He was sitting on the barrier and looking somewhere into the sky. His beautiful blue eyes,it seemed that they
Ultima. Chronicles 5
The beginning of the end began with the most absurd situation that could be. Scott asked me to bring a couple of spears and I went to the armory. At the entrance, I felt a blow to the head, but I did not lose consciousness, but tried to strike back. The back of my head ached wildly, but I tried to kick as best I could. —You don't have to fight, Carolianna, you have to listen...— someone said softly in my ear. I was petrified. This... It was my own voice! — Can I look at you?—I asked. — My goal was to deliver the book to you, not to show up! HP forbade me!— says a voice so similar to mine. A huge handwritten volume, probably made from a household ledger, falls into my hands. — Read it and think about what to do...— my time double pushed me aside and opened a time portal. I managed to notice. It was definitely me, only gray to perfect whiteness. Bringing the spears, I gave one to Scott, the other to Dean, and I sat down on a bench with a book. — And what is this?—Scott turn