Between Heaven and Hell

12.

Calandra

I've been thinking about mistral all afternoon. I had proof that he was different. But I still don't know if he's a demon or an angel. Can my mom help? Does she recognize who is a demon and an angel? Actually, she should already know because she is one of the top angels. Can I speak to you about it? The law is their top priority. Can I still risk asking you about it? Or should I ask another angel? But then I could also ask her about my sister. Somehow I had been extremely preoccupied with the subject of my sister for a few days. I keep thinking: why haven't I already met her? What is she like? Are we very similar? How is your soul animal? When I was younger, I was never very interested in my sister. Mother never spoke of her either. But I finally want to know who she is and above all how she is. Has she ever longed to meet me? Does she even know that I exist? I have to ask my mother to get certainty and to finally be able to answer a few questions. I look at the clock. 17:34. Mother should be home by now. I run out of my room and hurry down to the first floor. "Madre?" "Yes, Calandra dear, I'm in the living room."

I walk over to her and sit in a comfortable chair across from her. "How was your day?" "Oh, very exhausting. At the moment there are a lot of young angels and demons in the human world." "So you recognize who is an angel and who is of demonic origin?" "Yes, of course, you have to watch your eyes. Angels often have a bright shimmer. Demons, on the other hand, often have an angry and hateful expression." "He's an angel!" I whisper. I smile happily at my mother. "What did you say?" confused, she looks up from her book: How do I ascend higher as an angel. Naturally. Success was one of her most ambitious qualities. "You madre. I ... could you tell me more about my sister? "Mother looks at me for a long time." Why are you starting the subject now? " "I do not know. You have just said yourself that a great many young angels and demons are currently gaining experience in the human world. Maybe it's there and I can finally get to know her. ", I try to sound confident and suppress my curiosity. Mother stands up without a word, goes to a shelf and pulls out a book. It shimmers golden and when she tries to open it, A few puffs of dust fly off the cover. "What is that?" I accept the book in awe and read what is on the cover: My past

Mother looks at me and suddenly she looks so much older than she is. Her eyes look sadly at me and I think I saw a tear roll down her cheek. "Read it and please don't judge me." With that, she leaves the room and closes the door behind her.