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

things, it got to her,

the Angel Gabriel, the marble

seems

the souls of our dead, or blood of the living, it’s an offering for protection, only those of Angelic presence has them, you

heart robber, he was gorgeous, well built, which she noticed was a common factor among the men she’d met in the past twenty four hours,

around slowly, absorbing in her surroundings, inhaling

ceremony, you have tomorrow to admire the

voice echoed in the open space, like a wave

and bright, drifting in the air, with

Lightwatchers.” Nathan’s 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 longer she looked at him the more sorrow her own heart could feel. Unfortunate that it was sorrow for him and not

after so long and losing her on the same day. Smiling, she walked toward him, she didn’t want him to feel like she hated him, because she didn’t, she had a

dark hair, even his sharp chin. She leaned in, attentively thinking how similar he was to Michelle- Franchesca, EXCEPT the eyes, “You look a lot like our mother, does

anything else.” She didn’t know how to talk to Nathan or what to

blood into it and everything becomes complicated,

talk to him and tell him about all of this?What

they tell humans about this stuff? obviously not,

seeing him again, she

to say to him. They 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 and flex of her chin, she looked away from him, as if

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