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

While Blaise revenged for the death of a family, marble patrons of her clan slept in the family crypt. As soon as she revenged, they woke up and turned out to be enemies themselves. Against the alive angelic statues are powerless and weapons, and witchcraft. There is only a legend about the seventh and the strongest of the angels, which can cope with them. But where and how to find the seventh, if the statues in the crypt and so seven?

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The Seventh Angel. Crypt ofВ the Seven Angels
Natalie Yacobson

While Blaise revenged for the death of a family, marble patrons of her clan slept in the family crypt. As soon as she revenged, they woke up and turned out to be enemies themselves. Against the alive angelic statues are powerless and weapons, and witchcraft. There is only a legend about the seventh and the strongest of the angels, which can cope with them. But where and how to find the seventh, if the statues in the crypt and so seven?

The Seventh Angel

Crypt ofВ the Seven Angels




Natalie Yacobson

Translator Natalia Lilienthal

© Natalie Yacobson, 2021

© Natalia Lilienthal, translation, 2021

ISBNВ 978-5-0055-2306-8

Created with Ridero smart publishing system

On betting with madness

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

В«Are you kidding?В»

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 didn’t 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 didn’t 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 toВ maintain composure, even though aВ gift inВ the box shocked him. From the marble head, lying there, such aВ coldness came as if it was removed from the monument inВ the cemetery. Only the grave land inВ the box was lacked for completeness ofВ the picture.

В«You did not appear on the general meeting,В» he said without reproach, only voiced the fact. Blaise was impossible never and nothing toВ reproach, because inВ front ofВ her he wanted toВ bow down, as before any ancient deity or aВ 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 toВ want, and some demonic strength that woken inВ it will help her toВ give them all as insects. Yes, their organization balances on the verge ofВ eternal risk; On the one hand, the law, on the other clan ofВ rivals, and even rivals inside. ByВ the way, the rivals inside are the most and worth worrying. They are near, so they are the most dangerous. It was because ofВ them that he arranged aВ competion, for which everyone should bring the most valuable thing, which can only get the head ofВ 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 toВ cope.

Why did she just joined their clan? Her help was invaluable. But she did not need the defense ofВ the clan at all. Blaise preferred toВ do everything alone. She was not equal. InВ fact, it is one more valuable than aВ 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 I’m missed, since I put such a stupid condition to everyone?»

В«Which? Finding, track down, lure toВ the trap and specifically beheaded, and not just kill, your worst enemy, even if this enemy for some reason can be dear toВ you?В»

В«Bring me his head separated from the body,В» he suggested.

«What’s stupid in this? Who did not dream of keeping his enemy’s chopped head in his hands?»

«You talk about it so…»

В«As if IВ am not aВ woman?В»

Mario nodded.

В«What woman could do what IВ do for you?В»

These are some kind ofВ puzzle. Blaise loved toВ speak inВ riddles, but she performed her part ofВ the work perfectly, so no problems have ever arise with her. Only he has aВ feeling that they were about toВ arise.

В«There is aВ demon inВ you.В»

AВ beautiful girl like her on such aВ definition would be offended, but Blaise only smiled crookedly.

В«It is possible that itВ is.В»

«But you pray like each of us, and what’s the difference that you bring prayers not Jesus Christ.»

В«Prayers are different,В» she began toВ correct. В«Sometimes you even pray only that God gives you the opportunity toВ kill once again. My prayers about much more serious things.В»

В«What about, for example?В»

В«About such, for example, as toВ bring the apocalypse.В»

Yes, she is really crazy!

В«Why?В»

В«Ask him!В» She nodded on aВ box with aВ severed head.

В«Blaise! Even if he was aВ man, after such aВ cut on his neck, he would have been dead. And the corpses, as everyone knows, do not say,В» Mario did not notice himself, as he began toВ talk toВ the mentoring tone ofВ aВ psychiatry specialist, stumbled upon aВ particularly difficult patient.

В«Only inВ the Middle Ages believed that dead bodies are bleeding, barely the murderer entered the court, and the chopped heads reveal the lips toВ call the name ofВ their murderer or tell some secrets.В»

В«IВ have aВ somewhat different experience inВ this business,В» she sharply clicked with aВ butt ofВ some weapon, which managed toВ carry past protection posts. The shot was muffled, and some disgusting look, the gray animal was already pierced on the floor inВ aВ puddle ofВ its own blood. Well well! Blaise managed toВ shoot the rat, which he did not even notice. It is necessary toВ finish those who traveled rodents here. Their packets with poison did not help, and the girl coped with one sight. It is only strange that his bodyguards did not come running on the roar ofВ the shot. And even more suspicious that Blaise did not bother toВ apply the muffler. Apparently, she considered herself here the second leader, and worse what his people began toВ consider the same.

«You probably guessed what kind of purpose I am pursuing, ordering you such trophies. You are smart. I would never have thought that I would say such a woman, but you are extremely smart. Much smarter than all my male relatives, already pretending how to share my power. Although I’m not going to die yet.

В«Therefore, someone can help you toВ navigate faster. Such aВ person instead ofВ looking for somewhere far from his enemy would cut off and brought your head toВ the meeting, would demonstrate aВ trophy as proof that he is worthy toВ be your successor. You wanted toВ identify such aВ person, and you gave aВ task with aВ special purpose. Before the meeting, such aВ person came toВ kill you, because it would consider you toВ 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.

В«This is not aВ joke,В» she did not even flinch inВ response toВ charges. В«This is, inВ fact, the head ofВ the one IВ hate the most. He destroyed my life.В»

В«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.В»

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.

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

В«That is, you have their seven. And you managed toВ get only one?В» He already told as she. As the girl allowed him toВ involve himself inВ her games. This is either aВ fun ofВ young hooligans, or focuses ofВ aВ crazy, or aВ 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.

В«ToВ catch something evil inВ aВ trap, but divine.В»

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

В«This is aВ sculpture head.В»

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

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

His name is! InВ the present time, usually about the dead speak inВ 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.

В«Will you ever remaine with these sculptures alone, indoors inВ aВ closed room. All night.В»

How slyly sparkled her eyes.

В«Do you want toВ lure me into trap?В»

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

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!»

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

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

В«The statues at the same time were present.В»

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

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

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

She clicked the box with aВ 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 inВ aВ box, but it seemed that the owner ofВ the situation inВ this office wasВ it.

Blaise, sitting inВ aВ 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 aВ crypt ofВ Rosier. Including myths about great treasures inВ the crypt.

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

«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.»

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

В«AВ phenomenon!В»

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