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Engel [Teaser 1]
There you have it, a little excerpt of my latest work - Engel, Book 1 (of a Series I intend to name the same).
Maybe this small piece will sharpen your curiority...
'The night had arrived and RosenRot, the standoffish nightclub in downtown Freiburg - a place that wasn’t famous for its sympathy. The same thing happened with the goers.
All of them consisted in strange, dark people. Ones pretended they were dark and punk. Others clearly didn’t, because darkness was inherent to them.
Nightly, a special gathering of five creatures invaded that specific place, which seemed to be of their liking. They all shared a permanent aura - fading and slight, but it was there, not visible to human eyes. They were only seen from the skies, if the skies wanted to see them.
Most of the time, the skies despised them - for there was no place for worrying about angels and renegades, heavenly creatures that had fallen.
Earth was their penitence. Live among humans was one of their many sentences.
Five fallen angels sat in a rounded table, waiting for their leader, Rike. Former archangel. Powerful. Tough. Demanding but forgiving, nonetheless.
Rammstein echoed in the nighclub, screaming that God knew they didn’t want to be angels. The music, so strangely fitting the moment, made Kat wonder. Little did those humans knew their lyrics were in fact very correct: there were angels, there were guiding stars, there was… a God - not that lenient as most of humans believed.
Kat’s red hair shone under the artificial lights twinkling intermittently. Her blue bright eyes matched her similar’s eyes. All of them were blue eyed. Except for Rike.
Who, in that exact moment, went through RosenRot’s door. His shine was undeniably superior, a typical brand of someone of a different league.
“Greetings.” He said, nodding. Silently, he sat on the only chair available.
“Rike.”
All of them complimented Rike, whispering his name - a clear sign of respect. Rike was not only an archangel in between angels. He was also socially active in the human civilization.
And while Rammstein claimed angels were creatures that lived out of the sunshine, infinitely far from Earth and that had to grasp onto stars for not to fall from the heavens, Rike eyed us with a knowing look, resting his badge and gun on the table. No one proffered a word. We all waited for him to start talking.
“What seems to be the problem?”
His tone, soft but firm, gave no space to hesitation. Kat was the one breaking the silence.
“We found a star.” She said, eyeing Rike with determination.'
More will be available soon*
Maybe this small piece will sharpen your curiority...
'The night had arrived and RosenRot, the standoffish nightclub in downtown Freiburg - a place that wasn’t famous for its sympathy. The same thing happened with the goers.
All of them consisted in strange, dark people. Ones pretended they were dark and punk. Others clearly didn’t, because darkness was inherent to them.
Nightly, a special gathering of five creatures invaded that specific place, which seemed to be of their liking. They all shared a permanent aura - fading and slight, but it was there, not visible to human eyes. They were only seen from the skies, if the skies wanted to see them.
Most of the time, the skies despised them - for there was no place for worrying about angels and renegades, heavenly creatures that had fallen.
Earth was their penitence. Live among humans was one of their many sentences.
Five fallen angels sat in a rounded table, waiting for their leader, Rike. Former archangel. Powerful. Tough. Demanding but forgiving, nonetheless.
Rammstein echoed in the nighclub, screaming that God knew they didn’t want to be angels. The music, so strangely fitting the moment, made Kat wonder. Little did those humans knew their lyrics were in fact very correct: there were angels, there were guiding stars, there was… a God - not that lenient as most of humans believed.
Kat’s red hair shone under the artificial lights twinkling intermittently. Her blue bright eyes matched her similar’s eyes. All of them were blue eyed. Except for Rike.
Who, in that exact moment, went through RosenRot’s door. His shine was undeniably superior, a typical brand of someone of a different league.
“Greetings.” He said, nodding. Silently, he sat on the only chair available.
“Rike.”
All of them complimented Rike, whispering his name - a clear sign of respect. Rike was not only an archangel in between angels. He was also socially active in the human civilization.
And while Rammstein claimed angels were creatures that lived out of the sunshine, infinitely far from Earth and that had to grasp onto stars for not to fall from the heavens, Rike eyed us with a knowing look, resting his badge and gun on the table. No one proffered a word. We all waited for him to start talking.
“What seems to be the problem?”
His tone, soft but firm, gave no space to hesitation. Kat was the one breaking the silence.
“We found a star.” She said, eyeing Rike with determination.'
More will be available soon*
