Читать книгу The Seventh Angel. Crypt of the Seven Angels - Natalie Yacobson - Страница 6

On the evening streets drizzled rain. There were almost no passers-by.

Blaise felt the smell of fried meat. Chicken carcasses fried on the grill. For some reason it seemed to her that it was heads of her enemies. Blaise quickly passed by snack bars. The hungry stomach twisted with vomit spasms. Despite the hunger, she did not want to have a snack.

Angelic statues assured her that the lack of hunger is the first step towards immortality.

Blaise has become practically invulnerable, but with the sinister statues from the crypt, she could not cope.

She remembered how after the death of her beloved friend, Luciana got a heavy sledgehammer and tried to break the statues. They did not even flutter. Neither the crack did not appear.

Now she was about to repeat the attempt. Statues were unshakable. And the rock is easier to crush than these boulders every little more than a person. They seemed huge only because of the wings, unfolded so widely that their tips sharpened over curly angelic heads. Why do these beautiful angels resemble cosmic monsters from Lovecraft’s stories? Because Lovecraft advanced the version that all earthly gods and monsters are actually aliens from space, so strong and perfect in the abilities that the weak limited in the forces people took them for the deities. But these deities were the monstrous cosmic evil who broke into our planet. Are these angels? Who are they? Why do they need Rosier’s family? All descendants to one! Was it impossible to find some new family for all past centuries to connect to an even unspent energy source? Why do they need some descendants of Rosier’s? What is so special in Rosiers?

«They don’t calm down until they destroy all your family,» said the blinde boy. «And all because of the fact that all branches of your family could not give them something, for which they, in fact, made a deal with people. And when they finally got it, they allowed to tear to pieces the whole family. The clan of Rosier was no longer needed, because they wanted only one thing.»

«What is it?»

«You!»

He was just wrong. Or the angels deliberately told him a lie? They loved to play riddles, especially with those who have not seen them. It was so easy to tease the blind boy. The boy gradually became their slave, it is useless to communicate with him. And yet Blaise said:

«They did not want me from the very beginning. I am the first in the family, from whom they turned away.»

«They said this because of the fact that you once turned away from them.»

«This was not!»

«It was so long ago that you no longer remember. Even before the start of time. Their game with the family of people should have ended on the fact that they would bring some kind of special fruit. A special child who will become their leader. As the one who led them in their first war somewhere in space… They said so!» The blind boy seemed to try to convince himself in their words.

Somewhere there was a buzz of applause. The marble fingers put a coin into a mug for the fairing so quickly that they could not see.

Blaise remembered her last visit to the crypt, like a nightmare. With statues had to fight hand-to-hand, but she won. She broke their marble wings. The wings immediately recovered. Blaise taken away. The effect was like in the movie, as if the film on the cassette was a little shown back. Angelic laugh standing over a crypt. And it was incentive, not mocking. The angels approved her.

«Strong, as before the uprising in heaven,» Setius was sincerely admired.

«What we wanted,» approved Mestem. “ The cases with Rosiers are over, the unnecessary clan is destroyed. Only you remained, because we need only you. Beautiful, strong, independent, in one word as the former.»

«Former?» Blaise frowned in doubt. What does it mean?

«It’s not her,» Amadeo carefully looked at her. «The whole point is that she is not free? She still feels a mental connection with her mentor. We understand you, Blaise, we are also still dependent on the angel who left us.»

Blaise was alerted. She did not hear about him for a long time. May take advantage of the case and ask more details, but the congratulations of Amadeo have already twisted the choir:

«Who do you choose. Us or him? Probably if you choose us, then he will come back with you. And if not, then the loss is small. It is truly important for us only you.»

– And so you did not answer me at all. In times of need.»

«You should have to weep in silence,» what an impassive answer.

Headless Setius flew around her in circles. Blaise kept his cut-off marble head in her hands for so long that the fingers were tired. The marble head bit her, but the decapitated statue itself kneeled to her.

«The face of Alais!» whispered Setius with delight.

Who is this Alais? About her, even the demons speak with delight, as over the Divine being.

If they have a deity, it happened from prehistoric times. Most likely, it can be found in the biblical dictionary along with Dagon or some other bloody pagan gods.

In memory, for some reason, instead of biblical engravings, were inscriptions from posters towards horror films. Alais! These are accurately on them appeared.

Blaise strained memory. It seems that this name was multifaceted. It had a property without end to transform something new.

«With every defeat, she takes himself a new name to take a new chance to win with it, but the first name remains unchanged,» Setius whispered. «Her name is inconvenient. It can sound Blaise.»

Blaise almost dropped the speaking marble head.

It is a pity that she did not go to the cinema and her memory did not work for the characters of films. Although here it was not about a simple film. Golden inscriptions from the poster glowing on the night streets, like ancient hieroglyphs.

The name of Alais was associated with the glitter of the Sun and Gold, with endless deserts, with pyramids and angels. It was both beautiful and terrible. Blaise wanted to forget about it, but she could not.

From patrons, too, was not to bother. Since they came to life, they stood behind her as marble shadows and intervened in all her affairs. So it can not continue. They harm more than help. Entering the crypt, Blaise began to feel like an unsuccessful archaeologist, who instead of making a significant discovery, awakened the sinister mummies and now breaks his head how to make them to sleep again.

Unlike mummies from boulevard novels, the angels in the crypt never slept. They only pretended. Hardly the need for their help disappeared, as they decided to add problems.

Blaise felt herself in a dead end. The mafia, the police are afraid of her. She was strong, because the demon was her mentor. But it is not in her power to cope with the statues. do not cope in her power. You do not kill them like enemies from flesh and blood. Lock the doors of the crypt is also useless. Angels can even pass through the walls if they need it.

«Who is more seductive: the leader of the mafia or the leader of the rebel angels? Blaise or Alais?» rang in the crypt angel voices, marble fingers, playing, stretched to Blaise.

In the crypt, It is impossible to be in the crypt for a long time, otherwise you will have to fight with them. And this is her patrons!

Blaise remembered how her relatives were killed under the indifferent views of the angelic statues, which in some way that evening were moved from the crypt to a party. Unless it seemed to her. Blaise could not be killed. The fire began, she managed to escape. Then she prayed in the crypt so that the statues would come and help her, but they did not answer. But in a bad quarter she met a beautiful crazy guy, who told that he was a demon, able to give her strength in exchange for the soul. Blaise accepted him for the drug addict, but Damian turned out to be a master of all hands. Professional and in martial arts, and in the handicraft production of explosives, and in various frauds, he handed out his student all his skills. With the help of Damian, it was not difficult to get to high-ranking enemies. All revenge plans almost crossed the beauty named Luciana. Now Luciana was dead, and the seven angelic statues were greatly grinning, squinting his eyes to the place where her bloody remains had recently been lying around.

Blaise knew all statues by name. Mestem, Doriel, Setius, Norey, Novelin, Ramiel and Amadeo. A touching story was associated with the latter that after the uprising of the first six angels in heaven, he voluntarily followed them in exile. Although Amadeo was officially considered innocent, but he was very cruel.

Blaise looked at his perfect face and mounted marble embraces, in which many thousands of people died, and realized that she would go to the empty mansion of Luciana. Because with patrons to remain is too dangerous.