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Elijah’s voice cut through the storm, a blade of pure cruelty. “You don’t believe me? Well, sweetheart, I’m the one who ordered my men to kill Luciano.” The words didn’t just hit Angel; they burned through her, a sharp truth that destroyed any last hope she’d been holding onto. A choked sob escaped her throat, the sound of a soul breaking. She looked up, her eyes wide with a horror so deep it was almost beautiful. He watched the realization dawn on her face, watched her last fragile hope shatter, with a look of clear satisfaction.

‘I am the Angel of death. I ran up the stairs and back to my bedroom, my cage and dropped to the floor. I was a prisoner in Angelo’s mansion. There was no escape. I had played my cards well, and yet it was not enough. He had the cops in his pockets. I already knew he had a long line of men fiercely loyal to him. I hugged my knees to my chest, rocking back and forth as my sobs racked through my whole body. I didn’t know how long I had been crying when the door opened and Angelo strolled in.

Angel sighed softly before she turned hers gaze to hers father, who was now smiling as if he didn't have the slightest sense of guilt. "Isn't that obvious?" Didn't answer the question. Hers father chose to ask back. Made Angel feel like her head was about to pop under the stress. "For God's sake! I'm too young to get married, Dad! How can you do this to me?" said Angel, letting out a rough breath. She really didn't understand what hers father was thinking. Just got home, suddenly she was surprised by the absurd letters from hers father.

“After all, I promise your mother.” Cain’s pupils tremble at the mention of his mother and the promise. That’s the only love he ever knows from her. “I know,” he murmurs silently. “This world…” Aleister shakes his head with contempt. He scoffs. “It sucks. Where’s the compassion and tolerance that were promised? “Everyone lies,” Cain smiles bitterly. “Including angels unfortunately. That’s just the way it is.”

Fear took over me. “What makes you think you can ask me questions? You better know your place and not anger me, you Russian cunt!” He applied more pressure on my cheeks. I couldn’t help but let tears rush out of my eyes. He frowned and exhaled like a lion. I stared into his face and truly he was the dark Angel of merciless deaths. He showed me why he was called that.

That we really did do it,” Theo said to Angelus sternly while gritting his teeth because he was very Irritated and disappointed with Angelus. ”I said I’m sorry…….I……………….,” ”Ain’t you gonna head-dive us too??” Sia, Jasper, Ted, and Trevor alongside the rest of the Wolves asked Angelus in a sarcastic tone, Interrupting what she was going to say while glaring at her Inquisitively. ”No, I said I’m sorry………You all are Innocent……..I’m sorry for not trusting you guys………….I really am,” Angelus apologetically replied Sia, Jasper, Ted, and Trevor alongside the rest of the Wolves.

I can't imagine that manwhore took my innocent angel theirs. I am sure as hell if I found a single scratch on my angel. Today that infidel boy will meet my fist. ******************************** Hey guys if you like, please Vote Comment And Share. Enjoy reading

“I’m about to lose my life here and you’re trying to make my death look uncomfortable.” “For the fact that you’re dying why bother making it look comfortable??” “That doesn’t even make sense!” Seven threw his hands in the air. “It does. You’re just too stupid to understand.” “Careful.” Seven waved an index finger about her face. “You’re going too far.” “Sorry.” Angel hung her head. Witt Lowry’s “Dreaming With Our Eyes Open,” piano intro filled the room. “Your phone,” Angel said. That was Seven’s ringtone.

she sneered, her laughter reverberating in the grim space. I clenched my fists, fighting against the overwhelming sense of hopelessness. The darkness seemed to press in from all sides, suffocating any flicker of resilience within me. Despite the dire circumstances, I was determined to endure and rise above this cruelty simmering beneath the surface, a flame that refused to be extinguished. "Why don't you ask the little girl, and she will tell you I saved her? Is it a crime to be an angel?" I questioned, my voice echoing through the cold, damp cell while Lilith's cruel laughter danced in the air.

The word is quiet. Sharp. Something fractures inside me. “You’re cruel.” “I’m patient.” “What do you want?” He smiles faintly. “You.” “For what?” “For what you are.” “I don’t know what that is.” “Exactly.” Anger floods my veins. “You think separating us will make me choose you?” “I think suffering clarifies loyalty.” “You’re wrong.” “We’ll see.” He steps closer. “He will hurt you eventually,” the angel murmurs. “Because that is what Sentinels do. They protect by destroying.”