Natalie Yacobson - The Seventh Angel. Crypt of the Seven Angels

«And what is this place? Did he refer the crypt of Rosiers?»

Rod shrugged.

«He spoke something about Nibelung. His voice was given as an echo in stone.»

«Did you listen under the door?»

«Yes, and now the ear is sick.»

«Nibelungi is a fairy tale of the ancient German peoples. Unless someone in the modern world took his gang nickname in their honor. But why do they need someone’s fingers?»

«And with your family it was also. They also cut their fingers before the fire. Someone says that they cut off the insides and cut in the form of a four-line clover. Is this true?»

«No,» Blaise shuddered from unpleasant memories. «Everything was much worse with my family.»

«But…»

«If you don’t want to go for their killers, do not ask,» she easily clicked a dagger with three sharp blades, which Damian has long taken of museum’s showcase, ignoring the alarm and an interrupting a whole patrol of the police.

Rod knew that firearms would not help him. Blaise makes a dagger faster than he can press the trigger, and its insides will be on the asphalt. She didn’t care what weapon to use for the destruction of humanity. Damian knew how to turn into fatal weapons even the most ordinary stick.

«Imagine that my goal is to destroy the whole world, and you are bothering me with a dozen corpses with chopped fingers.»

«They were your friends.»

«I don’t have friends, and someday you will understand that you also don’t have them, if you stand up to this age when you can take the place of uncle.»

Her opinion was for him very important. For his clan, she has long been a legend. She was appreciated by complete fearlessness and invulnerability. She had one friend – Damian, but she refused him herself. For the sake of Luciana. And now she was waiting for him to appear from the dark. Damian could all. He was even more powerful than a demon. So where is he now?

«Cut the fingers from those corpses on which they still remain!» She demanded.

«What for?» Rod was embarrassed, and she guessed why.

«Then it is better to lead me to the corpses, and I will cut the surviving fingers myself.»

He agreed on this. She would take the corpses themselves for the opening, if she did not neglect the medical education at one time, but she will be content with the fingers. She needs one test.

In the bloody bath, there was a corpse with opened veins on hands. Someone cut with the sharp blade both wrists. Enrico did not surprise this. People also tried to leave in any way from his revenge. And it was possible to get away from it only in other world. The only thing that was amazing is that the bastard preliminarily broke into his house, in some way bypassing the inspired protection posts. It even used the razor blade for cuts of the Enrique himself.

Something here should be a catch.

Enrico bent and looked at the body. God, yes it is from marble! This is just a stupid statue with wings and a broken head. Then why is in the bathroom blood? And why does he see the deep cuts on marble wrists?

«Damn it!» Enrico shot off the coal-black hair from his forehead, and suddenly saw the scars on his wrists, as if on them the razor blade was going. Another minute ago, the skin was smooth. And the body in the bathroom suddenly moved. It’s dead! Or marble? In any case, it should not move.

The marble hand emerged from the bath and clung to him. The winged corpse raised, and suddenly it turned out that he still has a head: beautiful, pale and absolutely exhausted. The face was fierce, but the lips were sorely curved.

«This is all Blaise!» He had a cold angelic voice. «She completely tortured us! Take it until she did with you the same as with me. Make her back to us. Say her that the world will be a hell for her without us. And then you will be safe.»

The hiss of the marble lips was frightening. Enrico could not escape from an angelic grip, but a moment, and the angel disappeared, as if the TV was dramatically turned off and the image was gone.

All this was a dream, inspired by the tablets on which he sits? Probably, everything just happened to him. But the water in the bathroom was overflowing through the edge, although Enrico accurately remembered that he did not fill her.

«Lucas!» He called several times, but no one responded.

A rare case! Such disrespect for him was never shown before. Someone is always on duty at the door.

Now the house was empty and quiet. Enrico came out of his apartments and found that he suddenly found himself in the corridor, which was not before in his house. Again an influence of the same tablets? Never accept any drugs, especially narcotic ones. He forgot about the main rule of his grandfathers and great-grandfathers. Any medical pills are chemistry, it is not known how they will affect the brain.

Enrico did not remember the lambrequins and amphoras in his house. But it is still his house. The residence of the head of the mafia clan was luxurious, but there were no walls of gold. The images of the ancient gods on the walls seem to have moved. The corridor has become more reminding the passage of the Egyptian pyramid, where for some reason there was still something from the ancient Persia, Babylonia, Rome, Greece, Palestine and India. A luxurious door with a ring instead of a handle and a keyhole in the form of a manticor was for the host house as unfamiliar, like a corridor. The door with mythical bas-reliefs seemed a lively sleeping fabulous being, which would fit the passage to the afterlife. But the meeting was clearly passed outside the door, aggressive voices were heard.

Who is holding a meeting in his house without him? Initially, Enrico angry squeezed his fists, but then caught himself thinking that it could all be happy. Nevertheless, he tried to hear about what is arguing outside the door. The voices behind it sounded loud, but for some reason it was not to disassemble. Until he guess to bend and attach an ear to a keyhole. Now everything has become audible. Maybe it’s in some incredible acoustics. The keyboard was narrow, but quite large. And the impression was created that it breathes, as it should be the lips of the Manticari, which he imagined.

«He wanders somewhere among people.»

«Our brother?» asked several voices at once on different tonality.

«Who else?»

«Now there is a former brother.»

«No, not former. There are no former among us.»

«Siel was eliminated himself.»

«Siel? No one has this name in the clan of Enrico. There is some kind of mistake.

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