Faye punched the air, and also stood up. She observed that point on top of my back and made a deep bow, with her pink hair shaking."In the name of our friendship," she said full of emotion in her voice. "I promise to give my soul in exchange for yours if necessary, my queen.”I turned my gaze to Vraxlon, and he smiled briefly before getting up."For his protective spirit," he said, bowing to that shadow on my back. "May he be strong enough to prevent you from dying in this life, and if not, may my sword never fail to protect you.”A breeze of power caused my hair to shake gently at the ends, as if the magic was being sealed with the power of the two angels fallen before me, and that thing constantly on my way, in a promise of souls. It was inevitable for me to raise my chin, and the superb little smile that stretched my lips."As for the Royal Council," I spoke, crossing my hands in front of my body. “How can I contact them to urgently start all these visits?”"They are already waiti
The flames on the portals on my back went out, the trail of fire was extinguished, and breaths of careful breathing were trapped in the silent crowd when I realized what the simple act of sitting on the throne triggered around the castle, what it triggered by the remaining six corners of hell. For those who feared or plotted against their queen. I was back.Sitting there, in that dress, on that throne, inside that black stone room... It was as if the darkness leaked from me, as if the power was too strong to be contained by flames. And that primitive notion that the lesser demons had to bow, my companions "Faye and Vraxlon" also shared, for the moment they reached the altar, they bowed in deep bows, although Vraxlon continued to climb the steps, and Faye's hair was slightly messed up in his act of tilting his head to observe.I did not dare to cast another look in the direction of the prince-warrior as he went up, because I knew that even with my heads down, the attention of all the o
"There's something about it beyond that power. I don't like her. And I like it even less that she is part of my kingdom.”"Kyra is my infiltrator to know about the steps of her three counselors, Your Majesty. You agreed to her presence for more than five hundred years.”"I don't agree anymore. I don't agree with her so close to me. Get another "I insisted, massaging a spot on my chest that suddenly seemed sore. "There's something about it, Vraxlon. There's something wrong with her.”He seemed slightly upset, but finally nodded."As soon as she returns with the answers of the four remaining princes, I will dismiss her services and make arrangements to find someone at the height of the position.”"Thank you," I said, and turned around so that he wouldn't see how my throat oscillated with fear, there was something in that fire nymph. Something I urgently needed to find out before it was too late.“Faye seems to have found a way to entertain and have fun with each other,” Vraxlon commente
Vraxlon finally guided his eyes to me, with the lock of hair loosening from his ear and rubbing against his beard, and for a moment, he just watched me. He observed in a way that I was quite aware of the blood running through my veins, and how my breathing suddenly seemed irregular. So I noticed that, just like me, he also seemed to duel if he said something or just kept waiting.He looked at the space behind me, with the same attention I had seen on his face before we got there, recognizing that obscure presence."What can you see so much on my back? "I wanted to know.Vraxlon offered me a tender smile."Your protective spirit, your majesty.”I frowned, although I turned to look. Nothing. As much as I tried to send that silent command to my soul, asking for that vision that allowed me to see the evil and profane. There was nothing."And what is this spirit like?”"A Cerastes," he said."What the hell is a Cerastes?”"A very peculiar viper" he gave a low giggle, probably remembering s
However, my soul knew, my power knew, and it was the only thing I had to guide myself, because the rest of the creatures were only waiting for my fall for another to appear in my place. I felt terribly lonely and desolate. And when I returned to the room wearing nothing more than my own nudity as clothing, I heard a new song playing softly between the cold walls of the place.I sat on the bed and took my hands in my hair to remove the crown, and I watched it in my hand, wondering what the price was in five centuries to keep it in my possession. What was the price paid for having reincarnated into a human without memories and powers, doomed to reign in a world surrounded by evil and fire. The world outside seemed to make fun of me, with all the orange shadows that rose to the eaves of the window, confirming that that was my destiny; fire, blood and ashes.I lay down with the loudest chords of that sad and touching song, which talked about taking an angel by the wings and begging for an
"You know how envy is..." Octavius replied, to Faye and me, deliberately ignoring Vraxlon's sword on the table, as he sat, grudgingly, next to him. "Although you really like to flaunt everything they don't have, and everything you take from others, you are too fearful to face something when it goes wrong.”"And why would the demons be rising more and more to the earth? "I asked, recovering that absurd hunger that seemed to fall asleep in the presence of Octavius. I filled my plate with bread, hazelnut cream and filled a bowl of polished and shiny gold with green juice that smelled and tasted like watermelon.”It had not occurred to me until the moment that the food and water of hell worked in the same way as the human world. In fact, I even frowned in a silent question for that, as I studied hazelnut cream and the taste identical to any cream in the real world. And I came to the conclusion that it was a merit for the question of magic to adapt to my tastes and needs as a human and que
“Are you ready to go, Your Majesty? "Vraxlon asked, appearing through the dungeon staircase.I let out a scream for the fright and took a hand to my chest, my rings scratching the seam of my shirt."You didn't tell me if Kyra received the answers from the princes," I said, recovering some of my dignity by sitting upright and undoing the folds of my cape.Vraxlon let out a whistle and came to sit in the chair next to my right. I wore a black shirt and pants of the same tone, quite simple, and strangely similar to my own clothes. At the top of the head, a crown made of black thorns hovered."Dealing with Octavius requires a lot from my worst side so that I remember to keep her informed about this important factor. Forgive me, Your Majesty. And, no, besides Octavius no one deigned to answer us.”"This shows that they are not very satisfied with the queen they have," I pointed out."Or that they doubt very much that the queen needs permission or low shields to enter their territories "he
Vraxlon's loose hair was blown by a wind before he responded, the crown itself seemed to gleam the colors at that moment. A real wind. And I couldn't contain the sigh, I couldn't contain the simple tilt of my head towards the sky, because I needed to breathe as much as I could from that fresh air. The first since my arrival in hell. Tilting my head and letting that wind enter my nostrils was the most pleasurable act than anything I have felt in life. My lungs moaned in thanks."It's magic, majesty," he replied, and I was forced to open my eyes, because I had closed them to inebriate me with the feeling of fresh air. There was a malicious smile on his lips, and maybe it was the energy of that place that made me feel a very strange tingling at the apex of my thighs. "An illusion to cover the fire of our world and purify its air. In addition to being a trick to make the human souls who fall here more easily seduced, and accept to be enslaved much more willingly.”Now that he spoke, I cou