“Seirim?” I asked. She slapped her head, frustrated.
“Do you not know anything about what you are getting yourself into?”
“Azazel mentioned them once, but did not elaborate”
“The seirim are legends. They are goat demons who dwell in the desert. They are the offspring of Azazel and his first wife Naamah, who also slept with Semjaza.”
“Explains everything” I muttered.
“My initial reaction was to kill you, but I had a change of heart”
“How so?”
“I want to make a deal with you.”
“A deal?” That word cost me so much after everything I bargained.
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As evil as the order was, I still remained loyal solely because of Azazel. He fostered me like a parent and my betrayal would lead to the collapse of his kingdom. The last thing I wanted was to hurt him. “Where would I go?”
“You could come with me and become one of us.”
“What do you mean by one of you?”
“An assassin.”
“I do not want to fight Azazel. Is there another alternative?”
“Stay in the shadows live under a different name never to be seen or heard from again, which will be near impossible with the kind of reach the order has.” Her words were not the slightest bit comforting. “I know it is not the most ideal way to live, but you are saving your soul” Francis interjected.
“That is the problem, I hear all of you, but I cannot bring myself to leave.”
“The vision of the order is to destroy the world!”
“It is the only way to usher in an age of peace”
“Do you hear yourself Maricel? I know you do not truly believe that” She said as she encircled me. My eyes narrowed at her. “Deep down you know the truth about Azazel and the order” She said, I shook my head. “But you love the devil too much to admit that what he desires beyond anything is destroy …show more content…
I felt as if I would faint any second with the weight of everything going on around me. "You have been ill for weeks." "I can hardly believe this much time has gone by." "Neither can I" He said taking me into his arms. As we held each other. Hs body felt warm against mine like a blanket on a winter’s day, and I did not want to separate from him. "You do know the stories behind it?" "According to some, these skulls existed in pre-Columbian civilizations and were given as gifts from the gods. Others believe they are remnants of Atlantis. Others think they are fake and were fabricated as artificial pre-Columbian artifacts, which could very well be the case. Since the nineteenth century, when some were put on display, the world has been fascinated with them. Either way, they have me intrigued." I said. He interrupted me with a kiss. When it ended stopped, he appeared seemingly smug as his eyes changed to a silver color
“I got carried away. It is hard to focus because when you explains things it’s a turn on.” He said, I nudged him, and he chuckled. “Most of the skulls are fake, there are very few authentic ones and you are holding one.” He said. I smiled at it. “That is why out of the kindness of my heart, I will bestow you with some esoteric