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Unlike mummies from boulevard novels, the angels in the crypt never slept. They only pretended. Hardly the need for their help disappeared, as they decided to add problems.

Blaise felt herself in a dead end. The mafia, the police are afraid of her. She was strong, because the demon was her mentor. But it is not in her power to cope with the statues. do not cope in her power. You do not kill them like enemies from flesh and blood. Lock the doors of the crypt is also useless. Angels can even pass through the walls if they need it.

«Who is more seductive: the leader of the mafia or the leader of the rebel angels? Blaise or Alais?» rang in the crypt angel voices, marble fingers, playing, stretched to Blaise.

In the crypt, It is impossible to be in the crypt for a long time, otherwise you will have to fight with them. And this is her patrons!

Blaise remembered how her relatives were killed under the indifferent views of the angelic statues, which in some way that evening were moved from the crypt to a party. Unless it seemed to her. Blaise could not be killed. The fire began, she managed to escape. Then she prayed in the crypt so that the statues would come and help her, but they did not answer. But in a bad quarter she met a beautiful crazy guy, who told that he was a demon, able to give her strength in exchange for the soul. Blaise accepted him for the drug addict, but Damian turned out to be a master of all hands. Professional and in martial arts, and in the handicraft production of explosives, and in various frauds, he handed out his student all his skills. With the help of Damian, it was not difficult to get to high-ranking enemies. All revenge plans almost crossed the beauty named Luciana. Now Luciana was dead, and the seven angelic statues were greatly grinning, squinting his eyes to the place where her bloody remains had recently been lying around.