VA Chapter 30
Nehme dein Schicksal selbst in deine Hand
Sneak Peak:
âAll this and more I vow. So mote it be, so mote it be.â
The words rang in the room around them. They slid over the burnished banisters, brushed the ornately decorated walls before echoing back at him, quieter than heâd spoken them. Beside him, in its sheath, Caliburn was silent.
âArthur Auguste Angel,â the man in front of him said, when the ringing echo faded into nothing more than memory, âdo you swear to fulfill, to the best of your ability and judgment, the covenant laid before you in your new office?â
âI do,â said Angel. Heâd been nervous when heâd first stepped into the room, old clothes freshly dry-cleaned and hanging in a way that was unfamiliar, after several months in a skirt and button-down shirt. Now, though, the clothes were comforting, empowering. Angel felt calm spread through him, sink down to the very core of him. It both anchored him to reality, and left him feeling as though he were floating through the ceremony.
The man held out a hand. The back of it arched gracefully in the air; his robes shifted nearly soundlessly. âYour sword, please.â
No words were needed. Angel, without moving from his position, reached down to slowly unsheathe Caliburn. Blessedly, the sword did not speak. Angel slid the fingers of his left hand down the flat of the blade, then held it up to the Grigori representative. He bowed his head.
He was prepared for Caliburn to be taken from him, and yet he still nearly jumped when all of the sudden, its weight was lifted from his hands. The Grigori representative was so quiet as to be unnerving. Unearthly, almost. Perhaps even divine. Angel shivered at the thought.
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