House Of Legions (The Angel Descendants book 1)

Chapter 33 (Clare)

The marble under the liquid gold was noticeable close-up, there was no sign of brick work. Stepping inside the automated door, it moved in an up and downward circular motion before it finally opened showing an empty space. Visioning high rise ceilings and gold brackets cushioning it in place, she paralleled her head to her feet and furthered her eyes to the marbled floor. Her jaw went slack, she was standing on no ordinary marble floor. This one was white with beige patterns moving constantly in the inside of it, making no permanent attached markings, but millions of intricate patterns.

She had seen Buckingham palace but that was merely an old faction of a castle compared to this.

Screening the place out, from the paintings to the fine craft, which positioned itself perfectly on a centre piece table that she had completely missed when she’d walked in. It was made of the same marble material as the floor. A sculpture of an Angel with wings that was too big for the small body, as little as the size of a kitten attached to it.

The sculpture was a work of art, the intricate details she saw from afar drew her nearer, admiration in her eyes, she could see the crafting of every eyelash and every line. Curiosity getting the better of her, she touched the Angel sculpture.

A flap of its wings, Clare stumbled and screamed, but not before its eyes opened, revealing big black irises. The sculpture was alive, there was no doubt by what she was clearly seeing, as its face twisted into a frown. It's mouth moved before it ascended toward the opposite side of the room.

Clare fell back, and looked up in terror as it flew around the room. Its body now grey, still sculptured like stone, but alive. Flapping across to the top of the hall, where a part of the rounded room was shown. Her eyes followed its out stretched wings, which appeared to be similar to an Angel, at least a sculptured one.

“ISADES.”

Clare turned to the commanding voice, “It got a name?”

Nathan walked into the room, as the sculptured Angel settled on his arm, looking at Clare, “Yes, one you should respect, he’s small but a real Angel.”

“Angel? OKAY.”

“You do know Kalbreal is an Angel right?”

Clare’s ears itched, she couldn’t say she didn’t believe it, because she did know, and Kalbreal as an Angel made sense. “So what Angel is ISADES?”

he’s given the Moonstones protection for a thousand years, a debt which was paid months ago,

beady things, it got to her, like it knew something

Angel Gabriel, the marble alone is a protective seal so if our invisible seals got destroyed we can still seek shelters in

Verses? This all seems

Igori, and seals are Verses mixed with the souls of our dead, or blood of the living, it’s an offering for protection, only those of Angelic presence has them, you find them in stones as well, or appearing on our

in the past twenty four hours, “It’s much more than that, a whole lot more, Calub is good

herself around slowly, absorbing in her surroundings,

to get ready for the crescent ceremony, you have tomorrow to

cutting a mango, as he spoke, “When one of our own dies in battle.” Nathan’s voice echoed in the open space,

floating lights just beneath the ceiling. They were small and bright, drifting in the air, with no destination, three across

to her as he spoke melodically, but she could feel the hurt and pain that strained

so long and losing her on the same day. Smiling, she walked toward him, she didn’t want him to feel

big oval eye shape, his straight dark hair, even his sharp chin. She leaned in, attentively thinking how similar he was

like our grandmother than anything else.” She

and everything becomes complicated, she huffed

said to Phillip?Could she talk to him and tell him about all of this?What would she say? If

this stuff? obviously not, or else they wouldn’t have

again, she didn’t get to say goodbye the day her flight left for South

were both rude and impulsive, but not much else in similarities, nonetheless, comforting him would have been as easy as walking. But here he stood patiently, her own flesh and blood, her heart softened with how his resemblance brought up her mother, but the words got stuck. The tightness in her jaw

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