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

«Did you get any important information? We could check everything ourselves.»

«Do not ask questions! How much I taught you! I need to be in that crypt. Immediately.»

The desire began to devour him as a worm of wood.

«Go! Bring the blind. And take more people.»

«Today is the conclusion of the transaction.»

«What’s the matter? Just call from my name and abolish the meeting. I give you such powers.»

«But the Ronaldo clan…» Carlos said.

«Damn with them! I’m urgently need to go to the crypt. This night is mine. I will not allow anyone to tear myself from an important check.»

Carlos only nodded.

Mario was not going to explain anything to him. Worse, that he does not understand himself now. Blaise brought him crazy? Or the head of the box, smiling with the corners of the marble lips?

«A Phenomenon!» He said, turning to Carlos. «Let’s call today’s operation «Phenomenon».

The phenomenon really was how he was crazy because of any betting and because of the brazen pretty girl, who assured that she knew about everything.

Mario touched with his finger a smiling marble mouth, and when he took away the finger, then the blood trace remained. Can the statue bite?

In the drawer is not even a bust, but only a head. And he seems to be in power of this piece of marble. This is an obsession! Mario seemed that the chopped head controlled him. The feeling did not leave him all the way to the crypt.

The blind boy very willingly pointed him the road. Usually it had to intimidate him, blackmail, even bribe so that he would give out some overhearing secrets. Many people pass and carelessly talk about something, but the blindly boy in the shadows heard everything. Children’s cripples are an excellent information channel. No one will think that they will bring something to someone. But this blind child was more like a small monster. Mario tried not to watch him. His attention attracted only the head in the box. It seemed that he begins to see it even through the closed lid.

The boy was kept silence but he was not afraid of anything. Did not even shudder.

«Do you hinted the statues of the Rosier’s family that they would protect you,» said Mario straight in his ear. «How did they protect all the Rosiers’ before you?»

He looked around, but the blind boy behaved seriously.

«We almost came! «He exactly pointed out with his hand in the direction wherein the thickets are opened once luxurious gates of the crypt. As soon as the blind can know so exactly where it is. Mario even had a suspicion that the boy was not blind, but only pretty. But empty eye proteins without pupils were exactly blind.

«Is it a Rosier family crypt? You did not betray us, starting at another place?» He shook the boy.

«For sure! You can check yourself. Even I can take a point that their surname and emblems are carved on the door.»

Oh, yes for sure! They were damn aristocrats. How could he forget? They even had their own emblems. Well and family! Even their ashes cursed if you believe the legends. The reputation ran ahead of the terrible events that have recently happened here. The crypt was luxurious, but no robbers in it still have broken. Otherwise he knew. They say Rosiers, once selled their souls, suffer and take vengeance on alive even after their death. And Blaise is from such a family!

«Everything is much more difficult!»

Who did this say? Boy? No, he was silent. The head in the box? Mario mockingly chuckled..

«Check up everything inside, and outside!» he ordered his people. And then turned to the boy. «Are you all so easily betray secrets? Surely, those who have shown you the path here, did not want you to bring someone here.»

«No, they wished me to bring you here. To the doors.»

«Who are they?»

«The hosts of the crypt.»

«So Blaise?»

«No, the voices were male.»

«All the hosts of the crypt have long been dead. If only we are talking about legal owners, and not about those who broke open the crypt after their death.»

«But the crypt never belonged to people who are able to live and die.»

«Did you told men’s voices?» asked Mario.

«Voices!» Seriously confirmed the blind boy. «They were always the only owners of the crypt.»

«And they ordered to report this specifically to me.»

«Anyone who asks? They want everyone to know that the owners are here they are.»

«And what did they give for consultation? Money?»

The boy did not answer. Mario had to shake him with all his might several times.

«They promised that I will see,» he was uncertain.

Yes, he is not only blind, but also a crazy. Mario wanted to cut him in order to quit at least on someone his bad mood, but some sounds came out from the crypt. It looks like a rustle of the set of wings.

Interestingly, at least someone is in the crypt? But Carlos has just left the crypt after a thorough search, reported that there is emptiness.

«No one, and no traces of what someone has recently had there,» he said.

«You will stay on duty at the entrance, keep the boy all night so that he does not lead here until the morning someone else who hurts us. And this item…» Mario pointed to a closed box with a marble head. «Do not descend your eyes off it! Is it clear?»

The door of the crypt, it was enchanted. It seems to entrance to paradise or hell. Or in purgatory. Symbols of wings, claws, pentagrams and some ancient Egyptian hieroglyphs intertwined throughout the length of doors and walls. The only thing that was not in a difficult painting is crosses and an image of the Christian saints. But the dacies of the silhouettes of the pagan gods met everywhere. As a crypt looks like the design of that box, which brought him Blaise.

«Boss!» Carlos called him. «What do you want to find there?»

Good question! Mario and himself still did not know.

«Personally stand at the door until the morning, and do not dare to disturb me,» he threw strictly instead of an answer.

The doors covered with beautiful bas-reliefs, reminded the greedily opened mouth of some monster. He will swallow you, and there is no longer way back.

All this is nonsense! The whole thing is in the gothic atmosphere of the crypt. Blaise knew how to bully. And even better she knew how to kill. After the meeting with her no one survived. Blaise always acted alone. That is why he really appreciated her. She was one worth the whole legion of mercenaries.

«At all, as Archangel Lucifer,» the phrase surfaced in the head suddenly. Mario did not even think about the fact that someone could pronounce it aloud right in his back.

Blaise really was very similar to the Archangel Lucifer. Take at least how she loved to pervert biblical quotes. Beauty, an amazing look, crushing hatred to the whole living, the desire without end to kill – all this features of the original devil, who also raised his troops to the uprising against God.

From Blaise, it was possible to expect everything anything. In addition to one – against her rules it was to stimulate someone in the back. She loved to watch the victim right in the face and enjoy the horror of the enemy before his death. Someone once developed superhuman cruelty in it. She hinted that religion was to blame.

«God does not respond to our prayers, but it demands too much from us, and thus makes monsters from us,» she often repeated.

Entering the crypt, Mario realized that this God was many-sided. He had seven faces and seven pairs of luxurious wings.

He walked from one statue to another. Somewhere it contained that marble figures should be located right on the steps of the stairs: three on the left side, four with the right, and each into several steps below another? It seems that it was called a heavenly perimeter. Statues had to stand on steps as on the clouds. But they stood downstairs, in a crypt, in a separate round crypt for sarcophagi. Their entrances are located semicircle. Figures had a sinister look.