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

«Therefore, someone can help you to navigate faster. Such a person instead of looking for somewhere far from his enemy would cut off and brought your head to the meeting, would demonstrate a trophy as proof that he is worthy to be your successor. You wanted to identify such a person, and you gave a task with a special purpose. Before the meeting, such a person came to kill you, because it would consider you to be your main obstacle, that is, the enemy. Other heads he would not seek.

«I’m sorry, but under suspicion you are now. With your unsuccessful joke,» he nodded on a box with a trophy more like a white fragment. In essence, only a fragment is and was. Where is the sculpture? Already buried in the grave with the mark «Predecessor Mario»? Or is it waiting for hours at the door like a ghost to enter and kill? What thought? Blaises thought was even more mystical.

«This is not a joke,» she did not even flinch in response to charges. «This is, in fact, the head of the one I hate the most. He destroyed my life.»

«And how? He did not answer your prayers? Whether you are from the Orthodox confession, now with the same success would have taken off the heads from images on icons.»

Blaise did not appreciate his jokes. Probably because she has never seen an icon in her life. And here he has several stolen museum icons in precious dresses, and now he was thinking about to resell them into private collections. Maybe for the head in the box there will be a worthy buyer. Even with glance, he will be discovered that the head has a more beautiful face than Michelangelo or Cannov’s works. It is a pity that it is not even a bust, and that there is no statue. Otherwise, the price could be raised until the transcendental heights. Maybe Blaise knows where the statue is, then it can be fixed. He thought only about the benefit. Blaise kept behind the weapon as if she was waiting for some fall, but not from Mario, but from the marble in the box.

«This is my main enemy,» she repeated clearly with an obvious desire to emphasize the significance of what she brought. «Main from seven.»

«That is, you have their seven. And you managed to get only one?» He already told as she. As the girl allowed him to involve himself in her games. This is either a fun of young hooligans, or focuses of a crazy, or a thinly thoughtful game, so that you are crazy about it yourself.

«It’s not so simple,» Blaise objected quite seriously. «Sometimes the lives of the whole clan is not enough for this.»

«To take the cutters and smash in smithereena something inanimate,» if her entire famous family did not cope with this, then it’s not surprising why they were killed.

«To catch something evil in a trap, but divine.»

He was afraid of how her eyes were obsessed, exactly two piece of ice, but spoke out loud:

«This is a sculpture head.»

«Setius,» she could even call sculpture by name. Who would have thought that the statues could have names like family members or some pets. Only a crazy family members Rosier could have begun to be able to call sculpturs by name. And Blaise is the last of the family, she honors traditions. Only Mario did not even immediately understand that by name she calls a statue. It was too striking.

«His name is Setius,» she repeated, nodding to the box. «He is the main one.»

His name is! In the present time, usually about the dead speak in the past. Has she still considered this head alive?

«These are just the statues that some madman gave terrible angelic names. Even if we assume that all the legends about your family is true, Blaise…» he suddenly stopped. He remembered those rumors about Rosier. «It’s just a sculpture,» he repeated stubbornly.

«Will you ever remaine with these sculptures alone, indoors in a closed room. All night.»

How slyly sparkled her eyes.

«Do you want to lure me into trap?»

«I want to bet with you: one night in my family crypt. You will spend it there, make sure they do not live and do not move. And then I will believe you. And you believe yourself.»

How she knew that he hesitated.

– I myself take care of the fact that no one has taken all night next to the crypt. Or take with you bodyguards. Let them check: if anyone is hiding behind the tombs, and they themselves still stand at the door. It will be an amazing night.»

«You’re crazy! Good insane!»

«But you would like to check how far my madness extends and where it began.»

«From night, when they killed your whole family. The killers were well prepared, but you managed to somehow arrange a fire and escape.»

«The statues at the same time were present.»

«Stop talking about them, as a living person,» it began to annoy him. «And stop calling them on the names like friends.»

She did not call all seven names, but in his head they sounded as a chorus.

«They carry these names for centuries. The names of the annals of the Bible or some kind of apocrif, but they cannot be called friends. From such friends a harm is more than from enemies.

She clicked the box with a lid, closing the head and its empty marble look, but Mario for some reason shifted the lid again. An inexpressive face suddenly seemed surprisingly evil. The head, though it was limp in a box, but it seemed that the owner of the situation in this office was it.

Blaise, sitting in a chair on the contrary, with enthusiasm waited for an answer.

«A bet?» she repeated. «And you will prove to me that I argued all this time – my courage.» Having spent one night with them, you will prove that you are more resistant than me.»

Why should he argue with her, prove something? Yes, because he became curious. Too many legends are associated with a crypt of Rosier. Including myths about great treasures in the crypt.

«Blaise! What happened in the night when your family died? How exactly did you save?»

«Ask them,» she meant, of course, the statues in the crypt,» and if they don’t answer you in the night, I will answer the next morning.»

«This is already a good condition for betting. I will at least get something if I win. What do you get?»

«A phenomenon!»

He was inquiring his eyebrows. What does it mean?

«I will get the first person on the earth, which was able to resist them.»

It is curious and difficult to bet with insane. Mario sighed heavily. Why does marble eyes have such a sly expression? This is a game of desk lamp. The light, concealed by lampshade, can create a variety of illusions.

«I still doubt,» he muttered. More for yourself than for her. It is always dangerous to argue on betting with crazy. They do not want, but will bring disaster. But something likely an alcohol, influenced the mind, and the deal suddenly began to appear very seductive.

«But I love to argue to bet with madness,» Blaise again read about what he thought. «That is why I always defeat.»

The head remained lying on the table. How did Blaise be able to cut off it with her stilette? How artfully head was separated from the marble torso! It is not broken, but separated, because at the bottom of the neck was not split, but a smooth cut. Almost mathematical accuracy, line direct, as in drawing. Mario touched it with fingers and got hurt.

Someone called him by name, and it was not a nickname and not the name under which he was officially known. His first baptized name, which gave him a mother and about which he himself almost forgot. The name that failed. A voice from behind the curtains mocked him. A laugh was heard. And from the finger flowed blood. Mario rushed to the window and did not discovere anyone.

The glass on the window suddenly cracked, as if someone broke it. But no one threw a stone from the outside, no from the inside. If any hooligans from the street threw a stone, it would be heard, besides, the guards would immediately caught them. They are experienced here. A mouse past them does not run.