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?”

debt which was paid months ago, but he still chooses to stay, he won’t say why.”

with his eyes, pitch black beady things, it got

staring was broken at the sound of Caidrian, “This is our home, made by the Angel Gabriel, the marble alone is a protective

all seems

spells, it’s Angelic in nature, those from the Book of watchers, the 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,

built, which she noticed was a common factor among the men she’d met in the past twenty four hours, “It’s much more than

in her surroundings, inhaling the

ceremony, you have tomorrow to admire the place.”

he spoke, “When one of our own dies in battle.” Nathan’s voice echoed in the open space, like a wave of sounds, “We preserve their soul until

the ceiling. They were small and bright, drifting in the air, with no destination, three across the entrance

eyes weary, “Everything about us is light, we just verse a stone and it comes to life, simple.” Her brother held a piece of cut mango to her as he spoke melodically, but she could feel the hurt and pain that strained his heart, she could see it behind his eyes, the

she walked toward him, she didn’t want him to feel like she hated him, because she didn’t, she had a feeling that if she knew

his sharp chin. She leaned in, attentively thinking how similar he was to Michelle- Franchesca, EXCEPT the

our grandmother than anything else.” She didn’t

becomes complicated, she huffed inwardly.

tell him about all of this?What

this stuff? obviously not, or else

even see him again. Her stomach toiled at the idea of never seeing him again, she didn’t get to say goodbye the day her flight left for South

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 and flex of her chin, she looked away from him, as if his face had burnt her, which wasn't too far off the mark, as she Silently cursed herself. Her thoughts sobered as she heard the tap of a boot, and realized she was staring, awkward, “Nathan, nice

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