Chapter Forty-One: A soul healer

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The next thing I know I'm shimmering pale blue. "Not right now," I whisper. Then I'm summoned up. I notice I'm in the same cement room. Uriel is standing on my side waiting. He pulls me into a hug and holds me here for a while. 

"I heard what happened when you were getting your first bones." He says looking horror-stricken.

"Michael could come here and do it again. But you summon me anyway. He's raging because I got his horn. He's going to summon me eventually and you won't be here to stop him. He will kill me." I say worrying. Uriel hugs me tighter.

"Michael can't enter without my permission anymore," Uriel says trying to calm me.

"How long until he can get around that?" I say raising one eyebrow.

"A while." That is all Uriel says.

"I'm getting sicker. I had to use Sam and my soul to heal my feet and legs otherwise I wouldn't have any right now. The feet haven't healed right away cause my magic is getting weaker. I get sick if I use the soul and I get sick if I use my spells." I say to him rushing out all my words.

"So it's started." He says anxious.

"Yes.".

"That's a pretty powerful move if you have Michael's horn," Uriel says as I astonish him. I grin.

"I used my entrapment spell and I took it off his belt." I snort a laugh out. Uriel's eyes shoot wide.

"You could touch it?" He asks in disbelief.

"Yes, it did burn me though. Not as bad as it did Aiden." I say reaffirming. "Did you find anything to help me?" I ask hoping for an answer.

"I did but it's nothing I can do right now. Just hold in there longer. Everything will fall into place. I promise. Everything is going according to plan." He says trying to reassure me but it didn't. "Don't use your souls or your spells. I mean Xirasti doesn't use them. You'll just get sicker sooner and have worse consequences in the end. So please heed my warning and don't use them." He urges.

"We have one artifact to go. What if Michael rips off another limb or hurts me in a way I need to heal? I need to use my spells to defend myself while getting the last artifact. How do you expect me not to use them?" I say afraid.

"Make do with the abilities that you have." He says simply.

"Why can't my healing ability just heal my soul?" I say trying to understand.

"You may be able to harness your ability to heal yourself with your soul. But your soul can't just repair your soul. It doesn't work that way. It takes old and intense magic that you don't have. Repairing a soul is almost extinct there is only one I know able to do it." He says trying to get me to understand.

"You know this person?" I ask raising an eyebrow.

"Sort of yeah." He doesn't elaborate.

"Does Michael know which artifact we are going for next?" I ask with worry.

"He has an idea. But there are multiple you can go for. He has them watching every place though. We have teleportation just like hell does. It would take him no time to get to you. Plus he is the fastest flyer of us." He says matter of fact.

I begin to hear Michael on his way his voice carrying in the distance. "Send me back Send me back." I freak out. He does instantly.


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