ANGEL

LIKE FATHER, LIKE DAUGHTER

-give me my crown and my scepter – she demanded with an authoritarian and severe voice – I don´t want to appear before my subordinates and transmit the message I am just alike them, I am the princess, soon the queen and I know the way I like to be treated.

getting into the room, Megan didn´t lose time and went straigthforward Lómus and his twisted white wings.

Twisted wings it was praise as well, Megan had taken off just the feathers of the edges of the wings to decorate her new dress in that thoughtless and furious act, not close the root and the scars, but it was clear to see the center of his backs it began to swell and bleed escaping from the cut and rushing down through his backs with little drops of blood that was hard and very dry now, a part of the right cut it was on exposure and you even could see into the hole that slightly showed his bone, in total, the left feathers and wings seemed to be on their proper place yet but a slight inclination to down from the left wing that made a disproportion on his appearance, but the blood, the exposure of the bone and the swelling on both of the roots and cuts it obviously gave a strong headache to Megan and she suddenly began to plot a good plan to eliminate it from her head at once, why she could risk a surgery, even a successful surgery ( what would occur being him into Tristan´s hands, a walking little genius with the shapes of a bold boy ) if afterwards she would do everything over again? Maybe worse if Lomus and even Brona don´t learn to mind their tongues and properly treat me, the princess of the Earth.

Playing with my shining and intense scepter in my hands, I begin to pass it from one hand to other and all the time staring at them, mainly Lomus and his warped wings in my front…

You should make something to put an end to it, my mind kept warning and counseling me, you father is right, if you realize they can be far much more troublesome and tiring than interesting and pleasurable, then…

Without think about what I was doing, I immediately placed my glass scepter on Lomus´s backs because even with the thin and hard translucent glass separating us, the scepter could burn and destroy anything but myself, I was conscious all the shine and fire of the sun gathered up inside there it could provoke a slow and excruciating disfiguration with such a death that never would be forgotten by the victim, neither into the own hell, alias, the fire of the hell it would be insignificant and even bearable before the consequences of the two hundred degrees of the scepter, a devastating and natural energy…