but it was completely hollow. What were the odds that I would find the only Valefar who knew where these paintings were located? Valefar knew a lot and the ones I'd met were older for the most part. And everybody seemed to know more than I did, but no one knew where the other paintings were. I was lucky I'd seen the one. And as far as the Martis were concerned, the other twelve paintings didn't exist any longer. I wondered why they thought that. While I was thinking about the odds of me stumbling on the one guy who knew where all but one of the prophecy paintings was, I decided it was luck. But, I was a little too lucky. I mean, what were the odds of that? And for that matter, what were the odds that he'd know how to heal me, too?
I turned to him and shook my head. I couldn't ask him directly why he knew all this stuff. That usually didn't go over well. So I asked the next best thing, "So tell me, because I can't figure it out. Why are you showing me this instead of sucking out my soul?"
Lorren laughed. He laughed out loud like it was the funniest thing he'd ever heard. "Suck out your soul. Why would I do that?" A huge smile spread across his lips as he wrapped his arms tightly around his middle and tried to contain his laughter. "You really think I'm a Valefar!"
My words sounded like I was offended, and I was. Lorren thought I was an idiot. A bumbling prophecy girl. I snapped at him, "Of course that's what I think! You're in Hell, you look like a human, and you're slightly insane. You might as well have Valefar stamped on your head!" He was still laughing softly and shaking his head.
I cocked my head and considered him for a moment. He didn't show any signs of being a Valefar. It was just a weird place for anyone but a Valefar to hang out. "Fine. But, then what are you?" Lorren folded his arms and looked down at me. His green eyes sparkled as the corners of his mouth twitched slightly. His smiles seemed condescending at first, but I couldn't really tell anymore. I wanted to kick him; he was irritating me so much. Instead I said, "You smile an awful lot for someone living in Hell."
He laughed again and replied, "I can't see the harm in telling you, although I don't think I've said this to too many people over my lifetime." I had no idea what he was about to say, but since it wasn't public information I was a little more eager to hear it. The expression on his face shifted. The smile smoothed out and his eyes were locked with mine. "Ivy, I'm an angel."
CHAPTER FIVE
Stunned, I stared at him with my mouth hanging open. "What?" I squeaked. I don't know what I expected him to say, but that wasn't it. "That's not possible! You're in Hell. Angels don't live here. I think the Lorren smacked you in the head one too many times." My lips twisted into an uncomfortable smile. Was this why he was so intimidating? There was something about him that was so overwhelming, but I couldn't put my finger on what it was. Now, looking at him - even with his confession - I still couldn't believe it.
Walking down the wall, he began to pull back the golden flowers that hid the prophecies, concealing them completely with golden vegetation one at a time. He spoke over his shoulder while he did it, "You're very astute," he teased. "No, most angels don't live here, but I do. Let's just say I'm a remnant of the old guard." There was a smirk on his face as he said those last words.
A chill ran through me, as my stomach lurched. The old guard? Some very scary angel had occupied parts of the Underworld after Kreturus was defeated nearly two thousand years ago. They were the twisted freaks who left the Guardian at the Pool of the Lost Souls, and set traps to keep the demons contained within their world and out of mine. They were merciless. Their traps were cruel, but extremely effective. Still stunned and increasingly weary of this boy, I managed to whisper, "So you're an angel named Lorren, huh?" He smiled, nodding. I watched him as he moved the golden vines in front of