Fantasy short story
Izachiel disappeared. She wanted him to, so that's fine. But he took both stones with him, and that's a problem. Mariana opened herself up to darkness in order to forget. She gave up her soul for relief from unbearable pain, but Izachiel still did not abandon her. He watched her from afar and made sure that his arch-enemy did not...
In this devastated post-war world, people do not live to a ripe old age. And so she hoped that death would come for her soon. She began to speak inwardly to her savior again, but not to the divine one. Her pleas were directed in the opposite direction.
Mariana was still young, yet she had declined significantly over the past year. She was drowning in her sadness and felt like a failure. Lucifer saw her as a decrepit old woman and was already rejoicing at the prospect of gaining her miserable soul, so he sent his right-hand man, Samael, to her more and more often.
Early in the morning, screams could be heard coming from the wooden cottage. Izachiel stood among the trees, crouching down to hide. He gathered his courage to go inside and face the furious Mariana.
Mariana sat at the table, clutching the black thing in her hands. It was a winter night, the full moon was shining outside, and her little house was surrounded by fog. The modestly furnished room was lit by the orange flames from the stove and a candle on the table. Every now and then, there was a crackling sound as...
