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

The Seventh Angel

Crypt of the Seven Angels

Natalie Yacobson

Translator Natalia Lilienthal

© Natalie Yacobson, 2021

© Natalia Lilienthal, translation, 2021

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On betting with madness

«This is a head of my sworn enemy,» Blaise brought him a box, a narrow, similar to the coffin for the animal. It was able to hoist on the table only with an unpleasant deaf knock. The lid moved easily. Mario already expected to see inside something terrible and decomposing, but he was mistaken. In the box was resting only a marble head. Cut off, but marble.

«Are you kidding?»

Blaise shook her head with a serious look. Although everything looked as a joke. When the head of the mafia clan requires the head of his worst enemies from each member of the community, it is not fully included in the tradition, but everyone hurries to fumble, probably a little damaged by the mind of the old-age mafios, and everyone is damped along a sliced piece of dead bloody flesh. Mario has already managed to get in elegant gift boxes the heads of police officers, judges, gangsters, opponents from hostile clans. Everyone tried to please him. Even those whom he still did not really appreciate, dragged the priceless gifts that are now rotting under the festive packaging. Only the one who he appreciated above all, Blaise, suddenly first late for the meeting and dragged him a thing that was more like a joke. Why didnt she cope with the task? Already she managed to kill all your enemies one after another? She knew it! To kill and disappear! No killer, no sniper could compare with her. That is why she was accepted here. She was indispensable. And here she led him up. He didnt expect this at all from her. From others. Competition in the production of goals was just a check for all but not for her.

Mario still tried to maintain composure, even though a gift in the box shocked him. From the marble head, lying there, such a coldness came as if it was removed from the monument in the cemetery. Only the grave land in the box was lacked for completeness of the picture.

«You did not appear on the general meeting,» he said without reproach, only voiced the fact. Blaise was impossible never and nothing to reproach, because in front of her he wanted to bow down, as before any ancient deity or a royal princess. He was the ieader here, but he did not leave the feeling that they all still exist only because the Blaise allows it them. It is worth it only to want, and some demonic strength that woken in it will help her to give them all as insects. Yes, their organization balances on the verge of eternal risk; On the one hand, the law, on the other clan of rivals, and even rivals inside. By the way, the rivals inside are the most and worth worrying. They are near, so they are the most dangerous. It was because of them that he arranged a competion, for which everyone should bring the most valuable thing, which can only get the head of his sworn enemy.

Who would have thought that Blaise the enemy would be so unusual! Or she deliberately mocks him, making it clear that she had no enemies left from flesh and blood, with whom she would not have time to cope.

Why did she just joined their clan? Her help was invaluable. But she did not need the defense of the clan at all. Blaise preferred to do everything alone. She was not equal. In fact, it is one more valuable than a whole organization.

He remembered that he was already pretty old, and Blaise is young, active and full of strength. She can take his place if she wants at any time. Everyone will have to take it, because it is impossible to overcome her. She can right now bring the trigger to his temple. He can plunge into a glass with an expensive brandy a pinch of a poisonous powder. For some reason he was sure that the poison did not work on Blaise. Some forces will immediately stand on her side. The beauty killed, then she went to pray to someone abandoned crypt, in which probably there was a chapel. And so in a circle: kill then pray, pray, and then kill. Blaise had a clear routine. But prayers first. He never even asked whom she precisely prayed in that crypt. It is clearly not one of those gods that are honored in churches. Neither Christ, nor Buddha, nor Allah Blaise said something about seven marble angels, which as far as he understood, did not belong to Christian civilization.

«The fact that you brought more like an attribute for a sinic joke,» he said, having made an effort on himself. Under the insightful look of blue eyes Blaise, he felt like a rabbit next to cobra. While she gives him to live, but a moment will be held, and suddenly it will be painful. Mario tried to distract from a feeling of anxiety, looking at her pale skin and blond hair collected in a long horse tail. What is still a surprisingly beautiful combination  blonde hair and bright blue eyes. It seems before they were blue, and Blaise hardly used the color lenses.

«Do you think Im missed, since I put such a stupid condition to everyone?»