Читать книгу The Seventh Angel. Crypt of the Seven Angels - Natalie Yacobson - Страница 4

In the drawer is not even a bust, but only a head. And he seems to be in power of this piece of marble. This is an obsession! Mario seemed that the chopped head controlled him. The feeling did not leave him all the way to the crypt.

The blind boy very willingly pointed him the road. Usually it had to intimidate him, blackmail, even bribe so that he would give out some overhearing secrets. Many people pass and carelessly talk about something, but the blindly boy in the shadows heard everything. Children’s cripples are an excellent information channel. No one will think that they will bring something to someone. But this blind child was more like a small monster. Mario tried not to watch him. His attention attracted only the head in the box. It seemed that he begins to see it even through the closed lid.

The boy was kept silence but he was not afraid of anything. Did not even shudder.

«Do you hinted the statues of the Rosier’s family that they would protect you,» said Mario straight in his ear. «How did they protect all the Rosiers’ before you?»

He looked around, but the blind boy behaved seriously.

«We almost came! «He exactly pointed out with his hand in the direction wherein the thickets are opened once luxurious gates of the crypt. As soon as the blind can know so exactly where it is. Mario even had a suspicion that the boy was not blind, but only pretty. But empty eye proteins without pupils were exactly blind.

«Is it a Rosier family crypt? You did not betray us, starting at another place?» He shook the boy.

«For sure! You can check yourself. Even I can take a point that their surname and emblems are carved on the door.»

Oh, yes for sure! They were damn aristocrats. How could he forget? They even had their own emblems. Well and family! Even their ashes cursed if you believe the legends. The reputation ran ahead of the terrible events that have recently happened here. The crypt was luxurious, but no robbers in it still have broken. Otherwise he knew. They say Rosiers, once selled their souls, suffer and take vengeance on alive even after their death. And Blaise is from such a family!

«Everything is much more difficult!»

Who did this say? Boy? No, he was silent. The head in the box? Mario mockingly chuckled..

«Check up everything inside, and outside!» he ordered his people. And then turned to the boy. «Are you all so easily betray secrets? Surely, those who have shown you the path here, did not want you to bring someone here.»

«No, they wished me to bring you here. To the doors.»

«Who are they?»

«The hosts of the crypt.»

«So Blaise?»

«No, the voices were male.»

«All the hosts of the crypt have long been dead. If only we are talking about legal owners, and not about those who broke open the crypt after their death.»

«But the crypt never belonged to people who are able to live and die.»

«Did you told men’s voices?» asked Mario.

«Voices!» Seriously confirmed the blind boy. «They were always the only owners of the crypt.»

«And they ordered to report this specifically to me.»

«Anyone who asks? They want everyone to know that the owners are here they are.»

«And what did they give for consultation? Money?»

The boy did not answer. Mario had to shake him with all his might several times.

«They promised that I will see,» he was uncertain.

Yes, he is not only blind, but also a crazy. Mario wanted to cut him in order to quit at least on someone his bad mood, but some sounds came out from the crypt. It looks like a rustle of the set of wings.

Interestingly, at least someone is in the crypt? But Carlos has just left the crypt after a thorough search, reported that there is emptiness.

«No one, and no traces of what someone has recently had there,» he said.

«You will stay on duty at the entrance, keep the boy all night so that he does not lead here until the morning someone else who hurts us. And this item…» Mario pointed to a closed box with a marble head. «Do not descend your eyes off it! Is it clear?»

The door of the crypt, it was enchanted. It seems to entrance to paradise or hell. Or in purgatory. Symbols of wings, claws, pentagrams and some ancient Egyptian hieroglyphs intertwined throughout the length of doors and walls. The only thing that was not in a difficult painting is crosses and an image of the Christian saints. But the dacies of the silhouettes of the pagan gods met everywhere. As a crypt looks like the design of that box, which brought him Blaise.

«Boss!» Carlos called him. «What do you want to find there?»

Good question! Mario and himself still did not know.

«Personally stand at the door until the morning, and do not dare to disturb me,» he threw strictly instead of an answer.

The doors covered with beautiful bas-reliefs, reminded the greedily opened mouth of some monster. He will swallow you, and there is no longer way back.

All this is nonsense! The whole thing is in the gothic atmosphere of the crypt. Blaise knew how to bully. And even better she knew how to kill. After the meeting with her no one survived. Blaise always acted alone. That is why he really appreciated her. She was one worth the whole legion of mercenaries.

«At all, as Archangel Lucifer,» the phrase surfaced in the head suddenly. Mario did not even think about the fact that someone could pronounce it aloud right in his back.

Blaise really was very similar to the Archangel Lucifer. Take at least how she loved to pervert biblical quotes. Beauty, an amazing look, crushing hatred to the whole living, the desire without end to kill – all this features of the original devil, who also raised his troops to the uprising against God.

From Blaise, it was possible to expect everything anything. In addition to one – against her rules it was to stimulate someone in the back. She loved to watch the victim right in the face and enjoy the horror of the enemy before his death. Someone once developed superhuman cruelty in it. She hinted that religion was to blame.

«God does not respond to our prayers, but it demands too much from us, and thus makes monsters from us,» she often repeated.

Entering the crypt, Mario realized that this God was many-sided. He had seven faces and seven pairs of luxurious wings.

He walked from one statue to another. Somewhere it contained that marble figures should be located right on the steps of the stairs: three on the left side, four with the right, and each into several steps below another? It seems that it was called a heavenly perimeter. Statues had to stand on steps as on the clouds. But they stood downstairs, in a crypt, in a separate round crypt for sarcophagi. Their entrances are located semicircle. Figures had a sinister look.

Coming over them, Mario did conclusions, which would make a connoisseur of rareness. The statues are amazingly beautiful. They pull a big amount. Especially if you consider that all of them are many hundreds of years. But they look new, as if just manufactured and studied. They are neither cracks, no scratches. And it is in the crypt where everything is covered with dust and web.

On the pedestals glowing gold plates with some inscriptions. Mario sent a lantern beam on them to read. He expected to see the dates there, the manufacturer’s stigma and some quote from the Holy Scriptures, and saw only… Names? He even thought at first that he was mistaken. Who happened to give all the statues the names, as if they were living beings?

Ramiel, Doriel, Nays, Setius, Meste, Novelin and Amadeo.

So are these names of statues or sculptors that made them? It seems to be the names of the angels should be distinguished by the typical end of «El», that is, here something similar was only twice. Nevertheless, confidence that this is exactly the angelic names grew. All the statues were almost the same face, but for some reason seemed blasphemy not to call each individual name.

Mario almost with greed looked at graceful faces with eyebrows and cheekbones, slightly resembling the outline of the wing. The ears of the statues were very pointed, very long fingers ended openwork nails. Well, just cosmic creatures. Or all the angels can be considered aliens from the space, because, in the end, did they come down from heaven?

At the sight of beautiful marble faces and winged bodies, for some reason a strong sexual desire awoke. Mario did not even feel this in his youth. But this is absurd! In front of him pieces of marble. Even with the corpse you can have sex, and it is impossible with the statue.

In the nearest pedestal, the name was highlighted, Setius. The gold letters resembled spiders that wove a sparkling web.

He is great, whoever he is. His wings, robe, feet in the sandals… Mario raised his eyes a little higher and noticed that he had no head.

Therefore, this same angel, whose head Blaise brought him in the box. With difficulty it believed that she sneaked into this crypt with a cutter or chisel, beat off the sculpture head and stated that it was her main enemy.

The enemy should be alive. Blaise never considers those who have already died enemies. She just forget about them. Maybe even bring flowers on their grave. When people die, they cease to be her enemies. Blaise herself loves to repeat that death erases all the boundaries between love and hatred. This phrase is accurate and not from the Bible, and not from Shakespeare. Most likely, quote from the chronicle of the Rosier family.

The tastes of this family are gloomy, but gorgeous. There are no such luxury statues in any museum. It seems they would have been proof of the centuries considered the main value of the family. He wonder why the main value of the family is deeply under the ground in a cold crypt.

You can either suffocate or frozen to death. And he really is going to spend here all night? Mario could not understand himself.

What does he plan to find here?

His sharply struck the discovery that Blaise was very similar to these sculptures.

The pale figures admired and scared. Amadeo was perhaps the most beautiful. But the beautiful face is so struck by an ominous expression that he wanted to stick out from him and flew without looking back. Why is so scary to watch him? What is the secret here? And what if they really are alive? It is impossible to believe in that. This is absurd! A stupid old legend!

Somewhere sounded a strange singing. As if there were seven voices at once. Or is it some kind of bells somewhere ringing?

He turned around. The statues stood right in front of him. Still a second ago, there was emptiness. And now the wings of marble angels are closed everywhere. Pale swelling lips are torn off in fixed faces.

«What do you want from us?»

«What do you want from Blaise?»

One of the angels looked in his eyes. It seems that it was Amadeo. Although Mario himself did not know how it distinguishes them. They are all almost twins..

«Blaise should not have other patrons. The only patrons are we.»

Amadeo said it? Or immediately seven angelic voices mocked him.

Marble fingers dug into his eyes. The face was wet from the blood. Mario dropped to his knees on the cold floor. Is it possible to create something alive from marble? It turns out that you can. If only they did not create by hell. They whispered with alive voices, they moved, they laughed with a laugh.

«What do you need from Blaise? What do you need from all her family?»

Nobody answered him, but in the dark it seemed that the marble lips of one of the angels stretched out in a shy smile. And then followed the blow, powerful and crushing. Mario did not even understand what happened, and his bones were already crackled under the angel’s foot. Everything happened too quickly. He lay under their feet with broken hands and legs, and empty marble eyes looked at him without any expression.

It seems that the Inquisition was such a method of torture and execution – to throw stones to the convicted person on the chest until he suffocates under their severity. Mario regretted that he did not believe in the words of Blaise immediately, and put them in check. It turns out, the girl is not crazy. But she nevertheless lured him to the right death. Intentionally or not, he could only guess.

He did not even have time to say Blaise, that he would like to see her in his place. Oddly enough, this thought bothered him before his death most.

«Do not worry, we will say her!» Marble voices sounded like one, but leaned over him to finish him precisely the statue without the head.

In the box something jerked. It was stupid to shoot in the box, but for some reason he wanted. The feeling was as if some malicious little animal sit there. And if you do not kill it right now, then it will kill you.

From the crypt where the boss was closed, neither sound came, but the feeling was such that something was happening there. Is he looking for a treasure there? Carlos is accustomed to not burden himself with extreme thoughts. Think is the privilege of bosses. His task is to be a pure performer of instructions. Therefore, he survived the longest and made his way above everyone – he did not do and did not think anything over what he was told. Only today he fell out, because the proximity of a strange drawer drove him crazy.

It seems it began to vibrate suspiciously. Such a feeling that Jaguar will jump out of this box now, as if a rabbit is from a juggler’s hat. When was the last time he watched trickles? For a long time, in some bar. He went there by mistake instead of a strip club.

Carlos nervously turned around. Is it time to check how there is a boss inside the crypt? No you can not. He ordered not to jump there until the morning. Carlos decided to better inspect the drawer, moved the lid and instead of a bomb or a dangerous animal found inside the sculpture in just a fragment. There must be a rarity, stolen from someone’s private collection. And just. Carlos wanted to close the box disappointed, but then the beam of the moon slid along the elegant marble features. Puffy sculpture lips smiled as if they mocked. Carlos leaned to touch them, and felt the hand hit the trap. Something sharp dug into his fingers. Blood went. Carlos realized that he had no strength to scream.