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He took a deep breath and started caressing Lea’s neck as the kitten raised his small head to grant him full access to his black fur.

“As for the responsibility being yours, the answer is yes and no,” he told me, his low voice sliding to that disturbing velvet tone. “Yes, in the ways I told you before. No because there were other factors in play that you didn’t know and that were completely out of your control. In the end, your mental skepticism was right. Any other Human could have read that spell and nothing special would have happened.” For a moment I recalled his words that night. Even he had looked surprised when he’d realized I’d been able to evoke him without even being a Magic user.

“What do you mean?” I wanted to know and he seemed to ponder for a moment if he should answer.

“Let’s just say you’re ... special.”

I was stunned for a moment, his words taking their time to make any sense.

“Special? Me?” I, who had never been able to do anything on my own? Who was too timid and unsightly? Who would easily go unnoticed in a crowd? Where could I be special? But he didn’t elaborate and so I changed the question. “Was that the reason why you didn’t kill me?”

“Yes.”

“And why you made this Contract with me?”

“Yes,” he replied without a hint of hesitation

“Why?”

“Would you rather I had killed you?” he asked me softly and I frowned, annoyed.

“That’s hardly the question! Why! Why did you change your mind?” I insisted, unwilling to allow him to change the subject.

“Because you possess something that I want,” he finally replied and I shuddered. That voice wasn’t Gabriel’s voice any longer; not the voice from the boy that practically looked my age. Even so, I didn’t allow myself to give up. Now that I’d started, I’d go till the end, even if there were nothing I could do to change things as they were.

“You want something from me?” I asked.

“Yes,” he confirmed once more in his neutral tone and I asked myself what was worse — if that voice that reminded me of who he really was or that unperturbed tone, as if he had nothing to do with all that.

“Is that why ... you want to sleep with me?” I managed to ask as the blood froze in my veins just from thinking about it. I’d never said that out loud. In truth, I didn’t even recall saying it in thoughts. The terms of our Contract — that he apparently thought were the only things I should worry about — had been stuffed somewhere deep inside my memory.

He slowly raised his gaze to face me and my body became painfully stiff.

“Yes. It’s the only way I can get what I want,” he admitted and my anger burned, reddening my face.

“What do you mean? What do you want from me?”

“It’s not what I want from you,” he told me calmly as if studying my every reaction. “I want you.”

“M ... me?” My voice broke and my brain had to, once more, try hard to follow what he was saying. “I don’t understand! Didn’t you tell me that once the Contract was fulfilled you’d disappear from my life?” I demanded even angrier and he nodded.

“That’s right.”

“That I’d never see you again! That it would be as if you’d never existed!”

“That’s right.”

“That I’d be able to go on with my life!”

“That’s right.”

“That you wouldn’t take my Soul!”

“That’s also right.”

“What then!” I argued, raising my voice. Unnoticeably, I was clenching my fists so tight that my hands shook, my fingers too pale due to the lack of blood. “What do you want from me?” I demanded, scared and frustrated, and deeply enraged with his passive indifference towards such important questions.

“What I want from you is nothing like that.”

I stared at him for a moment, shaking everywhere, my teeth clenched so I wouldn’t bite my tongue, and fell into despair. I covered my face with my hands, feeling how cold and moist they were. I couldn’t deal with that. I couldn’t understand anything, anymore. And, in that short instant, even the things that had made some sense before seemed confusing and incoherent to me.

“I’m ... I’m gonna go insane,” I whispered to myself standing once more at the edge of that precipice.

“I’m sorry.” His voice froze me in place. “However, unlike you Human Beings, we have no choice. There’s no other way.”

His low voice echoed in my mind for some time. I felt especially shocked by his honesty. And, when I finally recovered enough control to be able to raise my head and look at him, he’d disappeared. I lowered my hands in disbelief and my gaze fell upon Lea, sitting on his chair, watching me attentively. His plate had been left on the table, still filled with the food he had hardly touched. I wished I could cry, since my heart was crying, but, once more, no tears touched my face and I sat there motionless, like a doll whose wind-up had reached the end.

Chapter Six

VTI

– Path of Teth.

The Vision of the Fruit of the Great Work of the Beast - 666. The Lion.
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“Because I’m not a sun, like you, I wish I were a mirror as clear as crystal,

so that I could reflect your incandescent light...

However, not even a dull mirror I’m able to be...

My existence has been marked by a growing dark shadow that devours my being...

and in my pain I know I can never be close to the iridescent sun that you are.”

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e disappeared and didn’t return, not even to sleep.

The dinner I left in the oven, like usual, was still there Sunday morning, and the same from Sunday to Monday.

I spent the weekend alone with Lea, and took the chance to put my studies in order. I replied to my mom’s e-mails, making up trivial things that would fill my everyday life, and cleaned the house.

Saturday night Steph called to know how I was doing, but mainly to tell me that Mark had officially asked her out, directly and with all the letters. She hadn’t known what to say, asking him to let her think about it. The most amusing thing was how shocked she sounded, not because of his proposition per se, but because apparently there were still people in the world able to make love confessions like the one she’d just received.

Monday arrived cold and rainy.

I stared into my wardrobe for at least fifteen minutes, trying to figure out what to wear. Before I wouldn’t have had any doubts and had just put on my comfortable wool pants.

I got dressed and went downstairs, expecting to find him in the kitchen, but he wasn’t there. I had breakfast oppressed by a foreboding feeling until I realized I’d never had breakfast alone before. Rachel always woke up earlier to make it for me, even when we still lived with my dad. And since she was gone, Gabriel had always been there.

I was angry at myself for feeling lonely enough to wish his terrible company and, after feeding Lea, left the house diving into the cold outside.

When I arrived at school I’d already told myself that he probably wouldn’t show up and wished he could simply disappear just like that, as if everything had been nothing but a nightmare. My wishful thoughts broke into pieces as soon as I entered our classroom. And there he was, sitting in his place, talking with Steph, who had miraculously arrived before the first bell.

That aside, the morning went by like every other Monday morning. In Philosophy Kevin greeted me with his usual silent presence and, when the bell rang once again, we met the others and went down to the cafeteria. Gabriel joined us not long after and gave Joe a CD that left him so excited, he wouldn’t stop jumping up and down.

“Stop it! You’re just like a monkey!” Joanne scolded him, tired of looking at him, making us all smile in anticipation, but Joe didn’t even seem to hear her, repeatedly kissing the CD’s casing.

“I still can’t believe! You can’t possibly imagine how I’ve looked for this! In all the stores!” he told Gabriel with a smile from ear to ear and he laughed lightly.

“I have a big collection. All you have to do is ask,” he replied, leaving Joe in a complete state of adoration, and I focused my attention on the menus. Collection? Where? I could only hope he hadn’t stolen all the things he made magically appear out of nowhere.

“Hey, Mari! Look! Over there,” Steph whispered and I followed the direction she discretely pointed. “What is he doing here?”

I felt my cheeks warm up and my heart jump a beat. Michael stood by the door and seemed to be looking for someone. Then, as if something had called him, his clear green eyes turned towards me and a bright smile touched his lips.

“Ah, he’s coming this way!” Steph observed, containing the excitement that already burnt in her eyes, but I didn’t need her to tell me. No one did.

Girls everywhere stepped out of his way, allowing him passage and following him with longing gazes and sighs, or simple curious looks. In my group everyone was staring in disbelief and even Joe grew quieter, hugging his new CD.

Michael stopped right in front of me, brightening my day, and I couldn’t help noticing the deadly silence all around us. Everyone’s attention was on him, trying to figure out what had made one of the school’s idols visit the place where we, the commoners, ate.

“Morning, Mari,” he greeted me tranquilly, completely indifferent to all the gazes around him, and I asked myself if he was too absent-minded to notice the sudden tension when he spoke my name, or if he simply didn’t care. “Hey, Gabriel!” He greeted him too, and Gabriel smiled at him, although only his lips had moved.

“Michael, what are you doing here?” I asked, still stunned, and he laughed as if I’d just made a silly question.

“I came to meet you, of course,” he replied and I was sure my naturally wide eyes opened even wider.

“Uh, hi Michael,” Steph said with a smile, standing beside me, and reached out her hand. “I’m Stephanie, but everyone calls me Steph.” Michael shook her hand.

“Nice to meet you.”

“Want to join us?” she invited with a confidence that only she could manage and he nodded. “Oh, right, the rest of the guys.” She went on, completely controlling the conversation, and I couldn’t help feel relieved with the casual tone she had quickly managed to give to that embarrassing situation.

Steph introduced everyone, making each one react and erase that expression of ‘what the hell is he doing here?’ from their faces. And so, when we walked to our usual table after buying lunch, Joe had already gone back to being his usual self, bragging about his new CD to Joanne, hoping to make her envious. Joanne, however, obviously couldn’t care less about some stupid CD, her attentive expression showing she intended to listen to every word we might exchange.

Michael sat on the chair near mine and took out his sandwich and a juice carton, which he shook before piercing with a straw.

“You always eat like that?” Steph asked, completely at ease, as if Michael were just a guy she’d met, and I envied her ability to talk to him so naturally.

“Normally, yeah,” he replied with the same simplicity, and the others seemed as surprised as I’d been in our first conversations. Since he was one of the most popular guys in school, the general idea people had about him was far from corresponding to the truth. “To tell you the truth, I don’t have all that much money or I should say, almost none,” he added, laughing. “Father Jorge is the one taking care of all my expenses and so I try to spend as little as possible. If only this school would allow students to have a part-time job.” He sighed and everyone was quiet, since Michael’s situation was widely well known. “Oh yeah, Mari. Wanted to return this.” He had a bright smile while searching inside his bag, and took out a book I immediately recognized as mine. “Loved it! To tell you the truth, read it twice!” he said with enthusiasm, and I took back my book feeling embarrassed and closely observed by the others. On the table in front of us, heads constantly turned our way, and I guessed the same was happening on every other table around us.

“Ah, I’m glad,” I muttered, not knowing what else to say, but he looked happy with only that, sitting there, just staring as if I were something out of the ordinary. My cheeks burnt and, to mask it, I filled my mouth with food.

“But tell me, Michael, what brings you here?” Steph asked and I almost jumped. A question like that! Steph smiled innocently before my alarmed expression and I noticed Gabriel, beside her, kept his eyes on his plate, eating in silence as if he couldn’t even hear us. “Not that we mind sharing our table with you. But, if I recall correctly, I’ve never seen you around.”

“Steph!” I pleaded under my breath, mentally asking that she would shut up, and Michael smiled, facing her unperturbed.

“That’s right,” he admitted without a problem. “In the beginning of the year I tried coming here once or twice. But it was always quite the chaotic experience. They were always asking me questions about the accident, and that’s a subject I’m not particularly keen to talk about. So I stopped coming altogether and started eating outside. Besides, my friends also bring lunch from home and so we normally eat together. To tell you the truth, I came here today just to meet you guys.” Except for Gabriel, they all stopped eating, staring at him in disbelief. ”It’s nothing, really. Nothing to worry about.”

“What do you mean?” Steph insisted and he smiled again.

“Because I rarely interact with others outside my usual group,” he explained. “Sure, they’re all good friends and I know they worry about me. But in worrying no one else seems to be able to get to me before being carefully scrutinized and filtered. And I never really minded that. Honestly speaking, their protection has always been welcome, since it spared me from all those ... unpleasant questions. But then we met Mari and Gabriel, and they started to hang out with us without having to pass any filters. I’ve always felt that those who came from outside the wall built around me would come to ... hurt me. But that wasn’t the case.” Now even I looked at him completely stunned. He’d never opened up like that, and doing it right there, before people he hardly knew … I just couldn’t understand. It was clear in his persistent smile that he didn’t feel like smiling at all, that those words were hard for him to say, but still he went on. “Mari talks a lot about you. And so I just felt like meeting you guys,” he concluded with a simplicity that was far from being real and everyone was quiet for a moment.

“What the hell!” Joe blurted out frowning. He looked deeply annoyed, something I’d never seen before. We’d all seen him being irritating and implicative, even seen him fight fiercely with Joanne. But that was different. “What do you think people are? Better yet, who do you think you are? Why in hell would everyone in the world exist just to hurt you, and why does your ‘Excellency’ need being protected? If you don’t like what other people ask, just say it clearly! This is ridiculous!” he spat, facing Michael.

“Joe,” Joanne muttered, surprised, and Kevin smiled trying to appease the moment, since Michael looked completely speechless.

“Michael, what I think Joe means is that you’re not the center of the world,” Kevin told him, his voice surprisingly calm and mature, as if he were an adult trying to explain something hard to understand to a child. “Isn’t it great? Of course your situation raises questions, just like Gabriel’s, that still has people piling over his desk every time the bell rings. But that’s only that. I understand your case may be a bit more delicate. But independently of all the questions they may ask you, the answers are something that belong exclusively to you. And a few words are enough to make people understand until where it’s OK to go. You don’t need a wall surrounding you, to protect you and decide for you.”

Michael sat quietly for a few moments, making me worry. Joe was still upset. Gabriel put down his fork, finishing his lunch.

Suddenly the sound of laughter echoed all around us and Michael covered his green eyes with a hand. My chest clenched as I asked myself if he was really laughing or crying.

“You guys ... are really something,” he said under his breath and raised his head, going back to being the bright and friendly Michael that I knew. “Everything Mari told me about you was true.”