LOGINI licked the remains of my chocolate ice cream off my lips with relish while Milla continued to talk to me. It was a warm night - because of the ice - which is why Milla had persuaded me to go swimming at the lake. It would be more attractive at night, as she said. Still, I didn't go into the water. I preferred to watch what was happening from a distance, as I usually do. Being the center of attention was never my thing. Maybe it was just my way, but maybe I had developed that way because it wasn't easy as a child. There was a lot that bothered me, but by now I was hardened ... Milla and I turned into an alley. I was often lazy and knew all the abbreviations in this city. Much to my friend's discomfort. Relaxed and with my hands in the pockets of my black jeans, I trotted forward.
"Nyria!"
The shrill screeching of the young woman next to me made me stop. With an outstretched arm, she pointed to something or someone.
"We have to get out of here, now!" My friend yelled in panic. I was silent, just looked at her with raised eyebrows.
“Don't you recognize this guy? His name is Zayn Vaher. He's a killer! He has several people on his conscience. He is on the run! "
I was still silent, but I couldn't help but take a closer look at the man in front of us. He crouched on the floor with his back against the wall. Said wall was smeared with blood and a puddle of this thick, red substance had also formed under the guy. My eyes narrowed. His hair was black, as was mine. He wasn't wearing anything but torn jeans. Was barefoot and wasn't wearing a shirt, so you had a clear view of his well-toned upper body. Countless scars adorned his chest and stomach. He was also dirty. His legs were long, probably over six feet. Slowly my eyes found his face. A prominent chin, full and curved lips and a straight nose. His eyes were closed, but I couldn't miss how long his eyelashes were. I swallowed. I liked it! It was tattooed. An interwoven pattern ran over his shoulder to the elbow of his right arm. Blood ran down his arm and temple. He had a gash on his forehead and all the blood suggested he must have had a pretty bad wound on his back. Something inside of me stirred.
“Let's get out of here, Nyria. Immediately!"
Milla pulled on my arm, but I snatched it from her.
"No." I heard myself say in a monotonous voice.
Out of the corner of my eye I could see her eyes widen.
"What's wrong with you? Otherwise you are so cold and cruel! Do you feel sorry for this bastard? "
My ice green eyes narrowed. Bastard? Milla wasn't a person who put such words into her mouth. She seemed really scared.
"Maybe he's armed?" She whispered, staring at the man again.
I bowed my head. Milla was right, I hardly ever felt any pity. As for my feelings ... well, they were pretty stunted.
"Do you see a gun on him somewhere, Milla?" I mumbled and moved towards the wounded man as if by myself. I heard her take a few steps back. Her breathing had quickened and was now nothing more than a frightened gasp.
"You know what? Do what you want, I'll call the police! "
I snorted, but didn't show my anger about it.
"As you want." Was all I could say.
Then I heard Milla run away. I slowly felt my thigh, on which I carried a knife, as I did every evening. The jacket that I had tied around my waist hid it from Milla's eyes. When you were out at night, you had to be prepared for anything. Milla had never been so careful and foresighted. If she were traveling alone, she would have no chance. So in the event that this guy was actually armed, I would certainly be able to defend myself. I was anything but weak! I approached him slowly. So here I was, in a dark alley. With a murderer lying injured at my feet. I crouched down and just stared at him. Was he unconscious? My question was answered promptly because he opened his eyes. Any woman would have gasped by now, but I stayed silent. They were probably the most incredible eyes a man could have. They were multicolored and really stood out thanks to his light tan. The edges of the iris were dark blue, ran into a dark green, which then became lighter and ended in a golden yellow around the pupil. I swallowed. His face was almost flawless, only a fine scar ran across his right eye. But that was exactly what made it even more perfect for me! I would have loved to stretch out my hand and touch that scar, but of course I didn't. Instead, we continued to glare at each other. Nobody wanted to say anything.
"You should leave, just like your little friend." He suddenly broke the silence.
I blinked. That voice was almost hypnotic. So rough and deep that it sent a shiver down my spine. He probably wanted to hide it, but I heard immediately that he was at the end of his tether. It was a miracle he was even conscious with all the blood he'd lost. I started to answer when his eyes closed. Now taken by surprise, I closed my mouth again. Worried I sat up, then grabbed him and pulled him up. As my hand brushed his back, I felt the masses of blood. I refrained from grimacing. It felt like a deep flesh wound. Should I take him to the hospital? Probably not, that would also create difficulties. Puffing, I took him to my apartment, which thank God was not far away.
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