Weve been thinking of bringing him back, Cetius answered for all. He was the boldest of the Seven Angels and always took the initiative. She was sure hes the one whos put everyone up to this treachery. Our strength would seem to be growing weaker without Ciel.
Serves you right! Alais glared vindictively at Amadeo. The seventh angel was as if he were superfluous in the company. Would his cunning and poise, in time, compensate for the loss of the most powerful of standard bearers?
We carried your standards and assembled the disparate parts of the legion into coherent units, Setius began to pity them. We were your standard-bearers and commanders of your armies. All your orders we faithfully obeyed. You know all our secret talents. Can you do without us from now on? Take us back.
Thats it! They came to serve. And she remembered the moment they turned their backs on her.
It was from him! Not from you! Setius had read her mind. It was from that ugly creature that burned in the fire.
Are we not the same? She was just trying to tease them? Alais frowned. She wasnt sure of anything, but their presence around her made her uncomfortable. One look at them brought to mind the moment they had turned away from their fallen warlord in disgust. From her!
I cant forgive you, Alais spoke for the two of them. It was for the first time. The darkness was spoken from her mouth besides herself.
Why is it not? Weve always been together.
Setiuss marble finger slipped to adjust her unruly curl, and it burned. Steam ran from the marble hand.
It is like the sun! Still! Oh, yes! He exclaimed.
Alais was pleased. So to this day she still burns anyone whose touch displeases her. Cetius had a nip in the bud. The marble toe crumbled to ash before his eyes.
Beneath the angels marble feet the sand crunched, teeming with deposits of hard gems. The desert had become a treasure trove. Alais had long ago realized that the commonplace gold and diamonds, to her, were valued above all else on earth.
But with the burnt creature that had been mistaken for her, the matter was unclear. She herself remembered the moment she had burned. Her skin was blackening and shriveling, and then suddenly it was gone. She rose from the sand as if the fire had not touched her body.
Let us stay with you! Setius flew after her. Though his body had become marble, he could still fly.
You wanted to be alone, Alaïs was reminded again of that moment when they had turned away from her in horror.
We thought you were disfigured, Setius said shamelessly. If you remember, when we followed you into battle, we were only attracted to your beauty. The angels said the world should be ruled by one who is like the sun. And suddenly you were ash instead of sun. Naturally, we were disappointed.
Well, then maybe I should be disappointed that youve become marble?
Its healthier to be marbleized on earth. Weve become stronger. Our touches kill people. Once a man enters our ring, he is destroyed.
I dont care about people, Alais shook her golden curls.
And they care about you and your secrets. You know that some renegade from your armies has begun to teach humans speech and angelic skills. These creatures would have remained as unintelligent as animals if he had not put in them the ability to cut fire, to make iron, to make weapons, even to speak. Because of him, people have become enemies to us.
And who is this renegade? Alais thought feverishly. Indeed, from the beginning, humans were like cattle. They wore no clothes, couldnt cook food. They didnt know about intelligent speech and weapons. Then suddenly these creatures became intelligent. They went from savages to civilized beings. There was clearly a higher being at work here, teaching them all the things only angels knew.
Its either that angel I think is dead, or one who has partially lost his memory and doesnt know what hes doing himself, Alaïs didnt allow for the idea that someone could have deliberately betrayed her. After all, he was betraying himself that way, too. Why create an enemy against race of angels?
We havent identified him yet, or even seen him, Setius answered in a flimsy way, but the wind has been telling us rumors about him.
You shouldnt believe the wind, Alais clenched her hand into a fist and triggered a sandstorm. The wind roared and swirled into a hurricane, but the angel statues stood unshaken. The sand could have swept them upside down. The wind could blow with incredible power, and the living statues did not move an inch. They stood beside Alais, waiting for orders.
To forgive you is to put yourself in danger. Where is the guarantee that you will not betray again? Traitors will always be traitors, Alais said, feeling a slight prick of conscience. The last of the seven angels was special. Amadeo had not participated in the war at all, but barely had his friends been exiled from paradise as he had volunteered to follow them. Apparently, enduring hardship in their company was more pleasant to him than living carefree in heaven. Amadeo looked innocent now, but time would pass and he would become embittered.
Go away! Alaïs was adamant. I dont need you anymore.
But Setius tried again, but in the end he realized that his pleas had no effect.
I never forgive anyone, Alais glanced indifferently at the seven winged statues frozen in the sands in bewilderment. Their faces were astonished. It would be a long time (probably many centuries) before they felt insulted and made plans for revenge. Then she will shatter them into a thousand pieces. She is strong enough. A single punch of her fist would be enough. Alais looked down at her gold-encrusted palm. She could smash the living marble right now. But should she? Let her former standard bearers live and suffer.
Having fallen to earth, many angels have realized that death is a mercy. Most likely, they werent exterminated only to be cast down into the wilderness to continue to suffer for all eternity. It was better for the angels to die, but God invented an elaborate punishment for them. One thing he didnt think of was that Alais benefited from having an army of her own. Even though her legions are burned, they are still strong. With them in reserve, she can do whatever she wants with the land.
If you think the men are dangerous, I will deal with them, she tossed at her former standard bearers one last time.
The seven statues stood on the barchans. The sand was dragging them down. A long time had passed. So much sand came down that the statues were hidden under it, but they stubbornly continued to stand and wait for the Mistress to forgive them. It was not until several years later that they realized that waiting was pointless. Then they flapped their marble wings, shook off the sand, and flew away. Alais stared blankly after them.
Some caravan was caught in their marble claws. Blood flowed across the desert. Somewhere jackals howled, and marble fingers tormented the flesh of men.
You will regret telling us to leave, Setiuss angry thoughts echoed to Alais.
So far, she hadnt regretted it. Without the seven standard bearers, she could get along just fine. Besides, she didnt have a standard anymore. There was nothing left to carry into battle. All the standards had burned away, along with the heavenly appearance of the fallen angels. Their power is no longer beauty, but terror, and monstrous strength.
Setius, Noreus, Doriel, Maestem, Ramiel, Novelin, and Amadeo disappeared behind the desert. This is even better. She needs only loyal warriors. The monsters left with her have proven they can be loyal. So theyre the ones to bet on.