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

She needs protection from the fact that it used to be her main shrine. Who could believe it! From birth, the child inspire that he should divide the faith of his ancestors. And it does not matter: it is correct or fiction. So Blaise inherited from the family faith in seven marble angels. She was deceived since childhood inspiring her that marble patrons of the family could help with something. In fact, assistance was required from them.

Over the centuries, the angels from the crypt easily deceived people. But with Blaise, this focus did not pass. Probably because they came too late. It was necessary to respond to her call when she prayed them. The deities are needed to someone who feels weak. Since Damian has awakened a crushing force in her, Blaise did not want to believe anything else. But not to believe in the angels and the murder committed by them was no longer possible. See – it means to believe.

In addition to the visual effect, prosecution began. The angels knew how to surround the victim and drove into the trap. She managed to catch and cope with Setius.

Blaise even did not know exactly what she wanted from Mario when she brought him the head of Setius. So that he coped with the remaining six enemies for her? Or so that he proved with his death in the crypt, that the angels are invincible for an ordinary person? Unfortunately, he proved the second. The hope on the fact that the strongest head of the mafia cope with the witch phenomenon turned out to be in vain.

Here Damian could help. To call him an ordinary person did not turn the tongue. His madness made him equal with the demon. Probably, people really say that crazy with their inspired mind already in life belong to the devil. Their body continues to live, and the reason is in hell. Damian was able to make the most incredible things. The devil was exactly settled in his brain.

Be Damian nearby, and fight against seven marble enemies it would be much easier. The trouble was that Damian was not near. Nothing. Blaise used to cope with the difficulties alone. It was Damian who taught her to this. He invested in her fragile body practically witchcraft. It seemed that the bones were iron. Blaise squeezed and crushed the fist. The spikes of iron roses (so it called bracelets) they shoved on the wrists with formidable weapons. Will not lucky who wants to intercept her hand. Spikes on bracelets are designed to tease meat to bone.

Blaise was not afraid to go down to the crypt, where in the dark between the sarcophagus, stood the seven statues. From the corpses of Mario and her girlfriend there is no trace. The drawer was behind the threshold of the crypt empty and full blood. The marble head disappeared. Curious where, if it is still not at the same place? Setius stayed, as it was, with a stump of neck.

Today, none of the statues came to life and did not even led the wing. If the statues have been drunk as much blood as it was in all Mario’s clan, then their laziness is not surprising.

In any case, Blaise entered the crypt when she wanted to go home. In fact, it was her home and her entire dynasty. The crypt was inherited from one descendant to another, as the sanctuary for the accuracy of terrible rites, bringing the influence and wealth. Then the statues allowed to kill the whole family. Why? Blaise peered into cold fixed faces, as if it was possible to read the answer. Why did they destroy all her relatives? Her father? Her brother? Her uncle and aunt, cousins and cousin? Didn’t anyone feel sorry besides her.

«We need one you!»

Tempting voices sounded like echo. They resembled honey. It was necessary to hold the ears so that they would not be captured.

«You are quite enough for us!»

They said like genies from fairy tales, while not revealing marble mouths.

Blaise did not understand.

Is it quite enough? To continue the clan? To coordinate with her in a ritual circle, everyone together and give a new semi-marble offspring? Or is it a whole marble? Do they plan a change of generations? Consider her a fool?

They probably caught her questions, but did not answer. But their marble and seemingly motionless lips slowly stretched in sinister smiles. Only Setius didn’t smile because he now had no head.

In any case, tonight, the angels were not configured to a fight. Not that last time.

Blaise came to them to arouse them conscience with a memorable thing left from Luciana – an advertising poster of parfum. She attached a poster between the wings of two statues. The next morning the poster turned out to be broken into the shreds.

Rod said he wants to show her something unusual. Blaise responded to the invitation, only she was armed to the teeth.

He was afraid of the girl and respected her. Even brought a bribe. Blaise drew attention that where he leads her, it stinks like in the morgue.

She saw the corpse without fingers. Handwriting Damian! Only he knew how to apply such deep ripped wounds. But why should he cut off the person all his fingers? For fun! How do the Indians take off the scalp? Or for the sake of rings that were put on these hands? And whether they were rings at all?

«This is not the first case,» explained Rod. «More with several of ours happened the same thing.»

«Everyone was cut off all the fingers on both hands?» She frowned.

«Someone has only index fingers or medium.»

«Maybe because of rings.»

«No, my uncle has a wedding ring on his finger and they did not touch his finger.»

«Maybe Vendetta? Each sliced finger can symbolize some of their misconduct in relation to another clan.»

«Hardly.»

«Not for what was to revenge?» sarcastically asked Blaise.

«No one left, who would be able to take revenge.»

«But someone killed them.»

– Did not kill, just cut the fingers.»

«Death came only because of this,» she touched the stubs.

«Do not touch! It’s dangerous!»

Indeed, on the tips of the nails, something black appeared, but immediately stopped, as if someone had a blowing on her, instantly healing.

«And you are really special,» said Rod.

«You say, there are no other injuries on the corpses than fingertips?» Blaise examined the corpse.

«Maybe they died from what they were frightened so much, and not from injuries?» She closed the glazed eyes, which reflected a clear horror. She is not an anatom. Although Damian repeated that it was necessary to study an anatomy to know exactly where to apply a cutting or stuck.

«It is unlikely,» again repeated Rod. «They were afraid of nothing.»

«And where are their fingers?»

«Probably the one who cut off, took them with him.»

«But why?»

«I… We… thought you would immediately understand.»

«Not immediately, but I will understand.»

«You are learning wounds on bodies like writing. All from the clan Rosier did so?»

«Don’t talk about my family,» said Blaise. «This is a bad sign. You do not want your clan to finish as well.»

«But it is already happening! One corpse, then others. No one saw the murderers. And surveillance cameras failed. The corpses are becoming more and more.»

«The police have already known?»

«No, and should not. The corpses should be burned. So said the one who helped them discover.»

– That is who?

«I don’t know, the uncle hired him, and he was dead as they.»

«They all have merged at least something, except that they are from one clan. Maybe some kind of shared outset, some business?»

«In addition to those cases, what were they with you?»

«With me? I do not remember that they have some things with me.»

«And the suspicious type they hired, promised to take them into place, whose wealth you also wanted to get.»