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There were also djinns of fire, but it was the pillar of darkness that hovered before her.

“Which of my warriors were you before you died? What was your name?”

“I have no name,” the darkness clung to her. “I am you! We have the same name! “Dennitsa.”

“Dennitsa means dawn! And you are all dark! How can you be called Dennitsa?”

“Do you want to give me a new name like you gave yourself?” The darkness’s voice became soulful.

Alais closed her eyelids, feeling a strange pleasure in the intimacy of darkness. The darkness enveloped her entire body, caressed her wings, sought to penetrate her skin.

After the battle, Michael shouted insults-the devil, Satan. This meant an opposing angel, an apostate. These were probably her new names.

How absurd it all came out! Michael loved her to pieces, but the first argument over power ended in tragedy. The admirer had become the enemy. Alais remembered the way Mikhail’s blond hair had fluttered in the firestorm. She longed to cut off his head with her sword, to grasp it by his beautiful hair and hold it in her hands like a trophy. His head would remain alive even after it was cut off. It can be spoken to, it can be rebuked.