Perfeito — vou traduzir para o inglês mantendo exatamente o padrão de travessões que você usou, sem adicionar extras. Pontuação normal preservada. Aqui vai:
Daytona arrives home after a long, overwhelming day, still processing everything that happened: the discoveries about Setealem, the portals, the strange energy she feels pulsing through her body. Martin tries to say something, but realizes she's distant. She locks herself in her room, stares at the ceiling for a long while, thinks about her parents, about the black cloak hanging from the chair, still stained with dust from that mysterious place.
She falls asleep late at night, listening to the muffled sound of rain against the window. The moment her eyes close, the world changes.
The Dream
Daytona opens her eyes in a vast, empty field, like a gray desert, with no wind, no sound. Everything is so silent that she can hear her own heartbeat, yet her body feels weightless. She takes a few steps; her feet sink into something like ash-colored sand.
Suddenly, a figure appears, sitting atop a smooth stone: Bephegor, the Sin of Sloth. Unlike Belzebub, he is not monstrous, but he radiates an uncomfortable indifference. He looks extremely similar to Belzebub, though less monstrous and less muscular, and wears a mantle that resembles a patchwork quilt. He wears the same Goat Skull mask as Belzebub, but looks as if he is always on the verge of falling asleep.
Bephegor:
— Hallara Daytona… the veil that follows you is no coincidence. My name is Belphegor. A pleasure.
Daytona tries to speak, but her throat feels dry. He continues:
— Belzebub talks too much… there is a reason he is with you, something that will influence your true path.
He raises one of his bony hands and snaps his fingers. The gray sky tears open like a rip, and Daytona sees a distant, distorted image of a bright plain, eternal gardens: Paradise.
Bephegor sighs, as if continuing the sentence itself were an enormous effort.
— Your parents are there. A place of peace… but even peace has teeth. Many believe Angels are purity incarnate. Fools. There are horrors hidden in Paradise that devour even repentant sinners… your parents are lucky to have been forgotten by the rest.
Daytona takes a step forward, her chest tightens.
Daytona (swallowing hard):
— My parents… are they okay? Are you lying?
Bephegor seems to smile, even without showing it and without being able to form facial expressions.
— I do not lie. It's too much work. I'm telling you this because I want you to stop bothering me. Do not seek Paradise… if you enter without understanding who the Cherubim are… the Archangels… they will make you wish you had never left Hell, or rather, Setealem.
He lifts his chin, focuses on her for the first time. His eyes are empty, hollow.
— Tell Belzebub that Sloth still rests. And that the future Queen of Setealem should not sleep near the gates of Heaven, at least not for long.
The landscape begins to dissolve like smoke. Daytona feels something pulling at her back, as if she's being dragged back into her room.
Back in the room
She wakes up gasping, her forehead drenched in sweat. Outside, the world is silent, a breeze slips through the half-open window. Daytona touches her own forehead, runs a hand through her hair, still damp.
Belzebub speaks inside her mind, almost bored:
— I see that Bephegor visited you. Sloth is treacherous. But he does not lie when it truly matters, something obvious to someone like him.
Daytona stares into the darkness of the room.
— So… my parents… are there.
Belzebub does not answer right away. After a few seconds:
— One day, perhaps, you will see for yourself. But not now. Rest, Daytona. You need it.
Daytona closes her eyes again, unsure whether sleep will bring rest… or more omens.
Daytona wakes up in the morning already feeling unrested. The room feels colder, the black cloak lies draped over the chair, almost as if it were staring back at her. Martin knocks on the door; she takes a while to open it.
Martin (a bit awkward)
— Morning… or almost. Did you sleep well?
Daytona (rubbing her face)
— Not really. But I'm fine. Shall we go out?
Martin hesitates; he feels something is different about her, but swallows the comment. Outside, the sky is heavy with clouds, the street damp from the early-morning drizzle. They walk down the hotel stairs, grab a quick coffee at the reception, and head toward a bus stop to return to Los Angeles. They've been on the road for days now, and Ghost still hasn't shown any sign of life.
Along the way, everything looks grayer to Daytona. Every person who passes by, she feels the blood pulsing, not from hunger, but as if she could see through their skin. A lingering trace of the dream with Bephegor unsettles her.
She takes a deep breath, trying to ignore it.
On the bus…
Martin talks about normal things: school grades, exams, the future. Daytona only catches fragments. Inside, her mind throbs with Bephegor's lazy voice echoing, mixed with Belzebub's silent presence, watching.
Belzebub breaks the mental silence, as if snapping his fingers:
Belzebub (in her mind)
— Are you thinking about going to Paradise? I wouldn't advise it so soon, my Queen.
Daytona (thought)
— He told me about… my parents.
Belzebub lets out a low, muffled chuckle.
Belzebub
— Paradise is more dangerous than Setealem. But you don't need to worry about that now. Focus on yourself, Daytona. You're stronger, but still too weak for certain doors.
She breathes deeply, looks out the window; the road feels longer than it should. The bus passes broken signs, small abandoned gas stations, stretches of dense forest. It was just a trip, and soon they would return to their home again.
Arrival in Los Angeles
Back in the city, Daytona and Martin get off at the station. The urban air is suffocating, full of honking horns, the smell of smoke and fried food. To Daytona, everything feels strange, like a distant memory of a normal life.
They decide to walk a bit before heading home and stop at a cheap corner café. Martin buys a drink for each of them, trying to distract Daytona.
Martin (almost whispering)
— You'll be okay, right?
Daytona forces a smile, but her eyes show her mind is somewhere else.
Daytona (quietly)
— I will. I have to be.
Meanwhile…
At the top of a building, a hooded figure watches Daytona through the café window. Beneath the cloak, white feathers reveal themselves in the wind. It is an Angel, unlike the ones Daytona had imagined. He holds something like a small lantern, inside it a bluish flame flickers.
Beside him, another silhouette appears: a Cherubim, four pairs of folded wings, face covered by a golden mask. They exchange a few words, almost inaudible to any human.
Angel (watching Daytona)
— The Queen awakens. Belzebub guides her. Bephegor whispers…
— Paradise does not want her now, but soon we may need to intervene.
A tall Cherubim, apparently female, her eyes mimicking the three hands of an analog clock and a very wide mouth, though her face remains hidden by the darkness.
Unknown Cherubim (firm voice)
— When she opens the gates on her own… we will be there.
They vanish in the blink of an eye, as if they had never been there.
(Back to Daytona…)
She feels a strange chill, as if someone had touched her without permission. Martin notices her shiver but says nothing, choosing to change the subject.
Deep down, Daytona knows: the game has changed. It's not just demons anymore… the Angels are moving their pieces. And somewhere, her parents still exist, perhaps so close, yet unreachable.
She drinks her coffee, swallowing the fear.