Somewhere there was a buzz of applause. The marble fingers put a coin into a mug for the fairing so quickly that they could not see.
Blaise remembered her last visit to the crypt, like a nightmare. With statues had to fight hand-to-hand, but she won. She broke their marble wings. The wings immediately recovered. Blaise taken away. The effect was like in the movie, as if the film on the cassette was a little shown back. Angelic laugh standing over a crypt. And it was incentive, not mocking. The angels approved her.
«Strong, as before the uprising in heaven,» Setius was sincerely admired.
«What we wanted,» approved Mestem. “ The cases with Rosiers are over, the unnecessary clan is destroyed. Only you remained, because we need only you. Beautiful, strong, independent, in one word as the former.»
«Former?» Blaise frowned in doubt. What does it mean?
«It’s not her,» Amadeo carefully looked at her. «The whole point is that she is not free? She still feels a mental connection with her mentor. We understand you, Blaise, we are also still dependent on the angel who left us.»
Blaise was alerted. She did not hear about him for a long time. May take advantage of the case and ask more details, but the congratulations of Amadeo have already twisted the choir:
«Who do you choose. Us or him? Probably if you choose us, then he will come back with you. And if not, then the loss is small. It is truly important for us only you.»
– And so you did not answer me at all. In times of need.»
«You should have to weep in silence,» what an impassive answer.
Headless Setius flew around her in circles. Blaise kept his cut-off marble head in her hands for so long that the fingers were tired. The marble head bit her, but the decapitated statue itself kneeled to her.
«The face of Alais!» whispered Setius with delight.
Who is this Alais? About her, even the demons speak with delight, as over the Divine being.
If they have a deity, it happened from prehistoric times. Most likely, it can be found in the biblical dictionary along with Dagon or some other bloody pagan gods.
In memory, for some reason, instead of biblical engravings, were inscriptions from posters towards horror films. Alais! These are accurately on them appeared.
Blaise strained memory. It seems that this name was multifaceted. It had a property without end to transform something new.
«With every defeat, she takes himself a new name to take a new chance to win with it, but the first name remains unchanged,» Setius whispered. «Her name is inconvenient. It can sound Blaise.»
Blaise almost dropped the speaking marble head.
It is a pity that she did not go to the cinema and her memory did not work for the characters of films. Although here it was not about a simple film. Golden inscriptions from the poster glowing on the night streets, like ancient hieroglyphs.
The name of Alais was associated with the glitter of the Sun and Gold, with endless deserts, with pyramids and angels. It was both beautiful and terrible. Blaise wanted to forget about it, but she could not.
From patrons, too, was not to bother. Since they came to life, they stood behind her as marble shadows and intervened in all her affairs. So it can not continue. They harm more than help. Entering the crypt, Blaise began to feel like an unsuccessful archaeologist, who instead of making a significant discovery, awakened the sinister mummies and now breaks his head how to make them to sleep again.
Unlike mummies from boulevard novels, the angels in the crypt never slept. They only pretended. Hardly the need for their help disappeared, as they decided to add problems.
Blaise felt herself in a dead end. The mafia, the police are afraid of her. She was strong, because the demon was her mentor. But it is not in her power to cope with the statues. do not cope in her power. You do not kill them like enemies from flesh and blood. Lock the doors of the crypt is also useless. Angels can even pass through the walls if they need it.
«Who is more seductive: the leader of the mafia or the leader of the rebel angels? Blaise or Alais?» rang in the crypt angel voices, marble fingers, playing, stretched to Blaise.
In the crypt, It is impossible to be in the crypt for a long time, otherwise you will have to fight with them. And this is her patrons!
Blaise remembered how her relatives were killed under the indifferent views of the angelic statues, which in some way that evening were moved from the crypt to a party. Unless it seemed to her. Blaise could not be killed. The fire began, she managed to escape. Then she prayed in the crypt so that the statues would come and help her, but they did not answer. But in a bad quarter she met a beautiful crazy guy, who told that he was a demon, able to give her strength in exchange for the soul. Blaise accepted him for the drug addict, but Damian turned out to be a master of all hands. Professional and in martial arts, and in the handicraft production of explosives, and in various frauds, he handed out his student all his skills. With the help of Damian, it was not difficult to get to high-ranking enemies. All revenge plans almost crossed the beauty named Luciana. Now Luciana was dead, and the seven angelic statues were greatly grinning, squinting his eyes to the place where her bloody remains had recently been lying around.
Blaise knew all statues by name. Mestem, Doriel, Setius, Norey, Novelin, Ramiel and Amadeo. A touching story was associated with the latter that after the uprising of the first six angels in heaven, he voluntarily followed them in exile. Although Amadeo was officially considered innocent, but he was very cruel.
Blaise looked at his perfect face and mounted marble embraces, in which many thousands of people died, and realized that she would go to the empty mansion of Luciana. Because with patrons to remain is too dangerous.
Luciana left her everything. Traces of her blood remained on the signed and legally certified paper. Did the beauty knew that she would die when wrote this document? Or she had a vision in a dream, where the seven sculptures came to life and threatened that they would make something terrible with her if she would not leave all his state Blaise? About this dream she told her more than once. And was it a dream? Or Lucian actually walked at night in a crypt, where the statues threatened her? A little drug or alcohol plus a nervous state and it easily seems to you that marble comes to life, wings are moving, and stone lips whisper threats and promises. So Blaise said about Luciana’s hallucinations before, but not now. After all, she recently revealed those secrets about which she had only suspected.
Blaise held the bloody testament in the hands. Who would think that in the end it will turn out to be not necessary. On the one hand, this document was fabulously enriched her, on the other hand only returned to her what she had and what was taken away.
Luciana died because of her love. She knew from the very beginning that this would happen? Everyone knows that it is impossible to fall in love with the descendants of the Rosier’s family. Their family is damned. Therefore, former friends gathered to destroy them. But Blaise survived. Did the statues save her? Why then after the fire they did not answerl her?
In any case, Blaise took vengeance. The wealth, left by Luciana, was not more valuable than her taken life. Blaise would prefer to keep the mistress than now to look at the will and not know what to do with it.
To live with Luciana and use her estate was much more profitable than to own all herself. In her company Blaise could continue to be incognito. She has long been considered dead. Why will someone know that she is still alive? She is already accustomed being a shadow. It is more easier to cooperate with the Mafia and search through the criminal world tracks to all Rosiers’ secrets.
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