LOGINThe man across from me snorted and crossed his arms.
"You care more about this booze than about your safety?" He growled, looking at me like an insect. Who did this guy think he was? Was he trying to scare me?
"Oh, I'm in danger?" I grinned, knowing that it got me into a rage.
I have no idea how he did it, but I couldn't even react because I was already lying under him on the tabletop. I would have loved to stare at him in fear, but I didn't want to appear weak, so I pulled myself together and looked at him searchingly. Baring his teeth, he pressed my arms onto the plate above my head.
"Your mouth is too loose, woman!" He snapped at me.
I raised my eyebrows and wrapped my legs around his back. I squeezed a little, knowing full well that it would cause him pain. As if to prove it, he gritted his teeth. He tried in vain to suppress a groan. However, something flashed in his eyes. Unfortunately I couldn't tell what it was.
"Woman? I must have misheard. Apart from the fact that you didn't have any weapons with you, you don't seem like a murderer to me, but like an arrogant ass! Now get off of me! ”I hissed and tried to free my arms from his grip. He made a face.
"Nobody has ever dared to speak to me like that," he muttered and looked me over carefully. I swallowed.
"Well, better get used to it then!" I replied cheekily and pressed my legs a little harder. It wasn't my intention to hurt him, but he gave me no choice. He let go of me, growling. He stepped back from the table and scowled at me. I propped myself up on my arms and met his gaze, if not as hostile.
“The flesh wound on your back looked really bad. It looked like some animal had caught you in the paw but ... hardly possible in the big city. I sewed the wound as far as I could. ”I shrugged my shoulder casually, whereupon Zayn looked at me suspiciously.
"Why did you do that? You should have left me in the alley. "
I didn't like that it got quieter. It made him look more dangerous than already. I shrugged again.
"I don't really know myself." I confessed.
"Did you feel sorry for me?"
His harsh tone made me suspicious. He didn't seem to like that at all. I shook my head weakly.
“I don't know pity. Just as little as ... "
I fell silent and closed my eyes. No, I wouldn't talk about that. I had never said a word about it, and it would stay that way.
"You are the strangest woman I have ever met," I heard him say softly.
I opened my eyes, but the man was gone. Confused, I ran out of the kitchen. I saw him disappear into my bedroom, so I followed him. I watched perplexed as he made himself comfortable in my double bed. For once I was speechless. He knew that the grin on his lips proved it. I wanted to reproach him now, but I didn't. He had to rest and he was still exhausted, even if he didn't show it. I bowed my head. Nor did I pester him with questions. I knew very well that he wouldn't answer her. After all, he hadn't said anything about the injury. He was just silent, just like me actually ...
.........
My eyes kept falling, so I decided to hit it off. It wasn't until I entered my room that I realized that Zayn was sleeping in my bed. But I didn't want to sleep on the sofa. It was too uncomfortable. So I shrugged my shoulders, threw myself into a shirt and lay down with him. As crazy as the situation may have been, I handled it! After a few moments, I fell asleep.
...
When I woke up, I found that I was in the man's arms. He had his arms around me and hugged me to his chest. I was sure he was sleeping. Never in my life would he have held me like that in full consciousness. It was all the more disturbing that his breathing wasn't as calm and even as it should have been. Almost a little frightened, I tipped my head back to see his face. I stiffened instantly. Apparently fascinated, he eyed me.
"Do you realize how crazy this situation is?" I whispered.
Here I was lying in bed with a potential murderer, huddled up against him and still half asleep. He did not respond to my comment.
“You slept restlessly. Had a bad dream? ”He asked in an expressionless voice.
If his voice hadn't sounded so empty, it would have occurred to me that he was worried. But I thought that was impossible at the moment.
"As always," I said casually and freed myself from his arms to be able to sit up.
I ran a hand through my hair sleepily. I always slept badly. Nightmares plagued me almost every night. I never felt properly rested. But ... today it was surprisingly different. I was no longer tired like usual. No, I felt rested. I didn't dare look at the man next to me. A suspicion crept into me, but I didn't even dare to think about it.
"Hey. Look at me!"
Laughing, she gouged out his eyes, cut off his ears and nose, drilled holes in his skull and then peeled off his skin. Everything alive. Both the ground and herself were marked with blood in the end."I hope I never have to kill anyone again," she said to her husband one evening in the shower."Because it was so horrible for you?" He replied. She had shaken her head and rested her head on his chest."No. Because it was so much fun. "Sighing, I looked over the land, which shone in a rich green. Spring had come. The fifth that I have already seen here. And even though I've been here for so long, I still couldn't get enough of the beauty of heaven. Yes, I lived here now. This was my new home. I still couldn't believe what had happened after the fight with Nereus. Zayn had actually been out to start another fight, the archangels had realized that too. You were understanding. And now? Today there were no more archangels. No, they had
With rattling breath, I tried to calm myself down. We'd already done almost all of them and that in less than a quarter of an hour. Most of them were dead and you could see that from me and the others. We were covered in blood and wounds, but everyone had already healed. So while we were standing here suddenly there was a high and high-pitched scream. It was only then that I realized that Nyria was not near me. And although this was the first time I heard this kind of scream, I knew immediately who it was from. Only a few minutes passed before she stood in the middle of the hall. Her top was torn, there was a long and incredibly deep cut in her abdominal wall and she was just soaked with all the blood. With her eyes she looked for me. She was trembling, could barely stand on her feet. The faster I had to react. I ran to her, pulled her into my arms and brushed the sweat-sticky hair from her forehead. She almost lost her balance. She allowed herself to be in my arms for
Ten minutes had passed, but in those ten minutes the Archangels' Hall had become a battlefield. Blood was spreading on the floor and I, too, had suffered quite a bit. I did not feel well. All attacks were aimed at me, and although this seemed like my fight, everyone else was fighting. They all defended me, did not let anyone approach me, but I was full of blood. It wasn't my own. I was not disgusted, but I felt sorry for the fallen. What had Nereus told the fallen that made them just throw themselves into danger? Nereus wanted me dead, so what use was it all? What would their reward have been? I looked around in the fray, avoiding a severed hand. I actually felt sorry for the fallen. I mean, I wouldn't be keen on a missing hand. Even Zayn was engrossed in a fight with them. He was hurt. A laceration was clearly visible on his temple. I almost smiled. It reminded me of how I found him. Injured in an alley. Ingrateful and naughty. Arrogant and without scruples. Nobody paid any attenti
Say, are you going to interfere?" She asked softly. He almost got the impression that she was the most vulnerable woman in the universe. Why hadn't he noticed earlier how pretty she really was? Lucifer studied her closely. In these long, blonde curls that shimmered like gold, he would have loved to dig with his hands. Her big blue eyes looked at him almost fearfully. She didn't look like an angel, no, nowhere near. She could have been a fairy. Petite, fragile and beautiful. But behind this beautiful mask sat an archangel. So she too could become something that was anything but beautiful. Still ... he recognized the true essence in her. The helpless woman who just wanted to be protected. He blinked. It's been silent for far too long.“If Nereus gets into debt within the two days, then I definitely won't sit still. If nothing happens, you will not see me again. "Chest rose and stretched.“I'm sorry, but that's all too much for me. Maybe a
I didn't like these pejorative looks at all."Just imagine before you talk to me like that," I said now. Suddenly the one with the unusual eyes smiled.“Little one, I like you. I bet you belong to Zayn. "I liked his tone of voice. I dropped my mask and smiled."Right. I am Nyria. ", I replied and held out my hand to him.Contrary to my expectations, his handshake was gentle and it seemed to me that he could understand why I was so dismissive in the first place.“I'm Trae, I'm happy. Behind me are Gaven, Jaze, and Kuja. We are ghouls. "I almost grimaced at his words. Ghouls? Wasn't that body eater? Kind of disgusting ... I felt a gentle breath inside. It was Zayn who wanted to find out how I was feeling. A soft laugh reached my ears. Apparently he found my reaction funny."So you are the little Nephilim that everyone is after.", The ghoul with the black eyes spoke up. It was Jaze."Everyone is af
“Little one, you are incorrigible. Be that as it may, I would advise against just marching in there. Give them five days. If they haven't stopped Nereus by then, you can act. Find some reliable people. They should be good fighters because no one can say how the guardian angels will react when they see you. It is quite possible that they believe that you would want to snatch the kingdom of heaven. "I only understood the station and cocked my head."What are Guardian Angels, please?" I asked and looked at Zayn expectantly. His hand poked my side briefly.“Guardian angels are not far below the archangels. They are the protectors, make sure that everyone obeys the law and nobody causes trouble. They protect the archangels and should they notice an uninvited guest in heaven, he can be prepared for something. Either the intruder is tortured and thrown into the dungeon, or he ends up right at Lucifer's feet. "Amused by the choice of words, th