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I can only hear my grandpa's voice. While Yaahadana, Naksh, Dev fell on a different part of the earth, Our fourth angel fell in the mountain range of north Greece. Today we called it a Pindus mountain range of ancient Greece. Like Naksh, he fell in the spirit form. **** Unknown Pov As we all fell thrown from heaven; we all came like a meteoroid towards this newly developed planet. I saw Yaahadana hit the ground like a volcano where he lost his metallic wings.

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Azaliah watched in horror as heaven fell into an uproar. She had seen this before, angels screaming and yelling, Michael barking commands at the other angels, structures falling and collapsing and speckles of golden dust littering the air. She had seen it all before but this time, it wasn't just in the walls of a temple, it was real. She was living it.

Amber POV. During the last fifty years or something, heaven has been going into war with hell, they have gone insane, and they started to drop casualties, demons are dying, angels are dying, and others are falling. Angels are running away from the war, those are called fallen angels, they have black wings, and they go black after they fall after they lose their holiness and become creatures of heaven, but without any of the heaven touch left in them.

“The moment you took my child from me, I have nothing more to lose.” Gabriel’s frowned vanished into thin air. A warm crimson ink trickled down from his chest as Selaphiel’s blackened feathers pierced through his pounding heart. As the last of his breath seized to exist, Selaphiel watched how every white feather from her wings turned dark. Stripped from her divinity, Selaphiel was an angel no more – at least not a protector anymore.

“Where is it?” “Which Gods have already chosen angels?” I stay on the mat and ask. “A few. The God of Mischief, Rain, Fertility, Flora, Fauna and of course The God of Hell chose The Daemonium. Those are just the ones I can think of off the top of my head and the ones who are here.” He answers and we begin to pack away and clean up. “What do you mean the ones who are here?” I can’t help my confusion.

Finally, I enter Earth's atmosphere, and I instantly transport to the wolf praying. My eyes widen as they land on a crying Jannah. "Please, Amber! Hear me! Oh, please, Goddess Amber. He needs you! No one touched him, but he is dying nonetheless. Sara's presence isn't even helping him. Your son is dying," Jannah weeps silently as she stares past me, and I spin around as fast as my ghostly body will allow.

Andrew stops in his tracks and stares at my angel. Her eyes are glowing and the air picks up around her. The whole area around her is filled with electricity. “If you want me, come and get me.” She growls. I see him smirk and start walking towards her. All of a sudden she lifts her hands and they all fly up. They fall back to the ground as plants start growing everywhere. I hear bones breaking as the wolves are forced to shift back. She is forcing them to shift. That shit hurts. Andrew rushes her but she sends a ball of fire at him throwing him back against a tree. The others have no idea what to do and they decide that fleeing is hte best option. A couple of them grab an unconsciou

Angel’s chest was heaving by the time he got to the dense woods framing the pit. He saw about twenty heavily armed guards surrounding the pit entrances. Mathew was there and for some reason, Angel was glad Daniel wasn’t. The addition of the pervert always made things a tad dangerous.

*** Note from the Author: This novel has dark, forced sexual elements, brutality and raw demonic aggression. Please read with caution this is a dark erotica tale. Some elements could be triggering for some. *** “He’s like a king living up on that hill.” Udora remarked to me in a hushed voice. Living in WitchFall Fortress on that hill. Guarding the WitchFall dungeons. I thought bitterly. Having not like the man since he’d accused my friend Mara of being a witch and taken her away.