Volare con gli Angeli | ••Selever•• Book Two
21 parts Ongoing "Does the idea of life after death fascinate you, child?"
His hands were dancing along the strings of the violin tuning the instrument till it made a shriek as the bow slid down the strings. I watched, hands behind my back. I bit my lip and faced the archangel in front of me. The way the bow gleamed against the light. I knew what he was proposing for me.
Hiding in a realm of pain and hurt, he was the only one who truly brought mercy to those in agony. I looked up at him, as if I was being judged, the small tremors of words resounding around the room, telling me that they would find another principality, that Sarvente would easily take me into. But I had already made up my mind.
I placed my hand to my heart and kneeled down.
"I choose to accept the grace and mercy of my archangel."
⚠ Warning! Cussing and teenage themes! NO SMUT! No lemons! Lemon monsters? Maybe. But lemons no.⚠