LOGINI didn't want to look at him, but I had no choice because he grabbed my chin and turned my face in his direction. He studied my face carefully.
"Tell me something about yourself," he demanded, giving me a stern look.
I returned his gaze, amused and with mockery in my eyes.
"You're not telling me about yourself either, so why should I?" I said quietly, making his grip even tighter and more painful.
“Yes, I have nightmares almost every night. But I don't want to talk about it, okay? "
He let go of me only slowly. Taking a deep breath, I got out of bed.
"I'm sorry. I got too close to you. ", I mumbled and walked towards the bathroom. When I looked back over my shoulder I saw that Zayn's gaze was still on me.
"Please don't look at me like that," I breathed.
Almost a little sad, I returned his gaze.
“Your friend is right, Nyria. I am a murderer. I already have too many people on my conscience to say how many there are, ”he said suddenly in a dark voice.
I bowed my head. Did he admit it so openly that I got scared and put him out the door? It was the first time he'd called me by my name, so I was speechless for a moment.
"Are you scared after all?" He spoke up again with the corners of his mouth twitching.
"I would like you to." I said and for once let out a low laugh.
...
It took me ten minutes in the bathroom. When I opened the door, a tall man stood menacingly close in front of me. Of course it was none other than Zayn. Once again I stood in front of him, covered only by a cloth. I wanted to ask what was going on when he grabbed my arms and pushed me back into the bathroom. He pressed his lips roughly to mine. I didn't even know what was happening to me. Why did he kiss me And why did I like it? I returned the kiss, but couldn't move after he let go of me. I stared up at him in disbelief.
"I could kill you, Nyria!" He muttered, eyeing me closely.
"If you really wanted to do that, you would have done it long ago."
I was amazed at myself. I was never that self-confident ...
My reaction seemed to baffle him too, because he raised his eyebrows. He shook his head briefly, dazed, then turned his back to me.
“Why are you still here? I would have expected you to leave as soon as you wake up. But you are still here. Why?"
Curiously, I stretched out my hand, but quickly let it drop again.
"Don't ask me questions that I can't answer."
His answer made me smile. He could be a haughty and arrogant ass, but at that moment - or earlier in my bed - he looked more than amiable!
“I don't know what you've been through, Zayn Vaher, but your story seems long. And painful. "
As I passed, I put my hand briefly on his shoulder. I did not miss that he winced at my fleeting touch. I smiled weakly. He didn't like being touched, no question about it. I wondered why.
A few days had passed and Zayn was still with me. The police had still not found out that a refugee was staying with me. It was crazy! Although Zayn tried to keep his distance from me, he watched me with hawk eyes. It seemed like it was totally abnormal for him for me to do laundry or cook. It occurred to me that maybe he wasn't rich and therefore never had to do something like that. That would also be a possibility why he had become a murderer. But I didn't dare to ask why I immediately rejected this thought. I sensed that he had had a difficult life and spoke to him shortly afterwards, but we hadn't exchanged a word since that day. Maybe he was embarrassed? Or maybe he just didn't want to be asked about it anymore. But one thing remained unchanged. I woke up every night, which was when I saw Zayn hugging me again. When I woke up again in the morning, he was already on his feet. Apparently he didn't want me to know. When I got home from work on Tuesday afternoon, I heard paper rustling softly in the bedroom. I thought nothing of it, but when I entered the room and saw the book the man was holding in his hands, I wanted to throw myself at him. Apparently he hadn't noticed me because he kept leafing through my diary.
"Found what you were looking for?" I said flatly.
He started and dropped the little book.
"I should have burned it," I mumbled and picked it up.
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