Alastor As An Angel Novels & Stories

she finally looked him in the eyes. There is vulnerability there, sadness and confusion. "Who?" it doesn't matter. Even though love is not a sin, emotions are not a part of an Angel. They should stay neutral. Her sin is that she loved a demon. "Azzazal" his eyes widened. They can't be together. Azzazal is the next lord of the Underworld and she is now a human. Even she must know that. Althea is pure, innocent to this world, but she is not stupid.

His expression stoic and his posture relaxed but domineering. His calm domineer scared the living hell out of her. He looked more like the devil walking in flesh and bone. "Stay away from me." She screamed and thrashed harder against the chains and moved back on instinct when they didn't budge, her eyes reflecting rage and panic. Memories of how he injected that liquid into her hours, made her squirm. Cassian didn't answer. He walked to were she was, at the corner of the kind sized bedand sat down.

Stacey whispered at me. “It’s your fault, you witch.” We all watched Angela as she sat next to Lucifer. I thought he’s going to yell at her too or at least glare at her and ask her to go away. But he didn’t. And I don’t know why I felt envious and upset at the same time.

Tyler glanced at them before he opened his mouth, but Josh suddenly spoke. “Abaddon is an angel of death. Sometimes he is mistaken for Samael, but they are different creatures. Abaddon is called the angel of abyss or the bottomless pit. He is often better known as the destroyer or destruction. He sees the destruction of every creature on Earth. And he has servants whom he allows to torment people and their souls. But they are not allowed to kill anyone. But more often than not, he is just a subordinate of the ruler of hell.” said Josh. “So, you mean the ones we killed were humans?” Cael asked.

And he would make sure he killed anyone who stood in his way. A figure suddenly appeared in front of him in a puff of black smoke. Hades didn't bother to turn around because he knew who it was. Adromalius, one of the fallen angels of the underworld. He wasn't imprisoned like the seven deadly sins but rather, he roamed free in a secluded part of the supernatural realm. Hades watched the fallen angel, now a demon turn around slowly and grin like a maniac.

In that moment Ally felt like an object. A blinding light appeared and as the light died she could make out a figure. It was a massive and winged. A pair of human feet walked over the glass towards them and seemed to leave the owner unaffected. Ally instinctively put the little boy behind her and began walking away from what was now two men. A demon and a black winged angel. “It was me, Gabriel. Leader of the army of heaven.” His voice boomed. She had never seen two better looking men in the same room.

He always overreacted. Sometimes, Cain doesn’t see him as an angel. Of course, he keeps it to himself. Angel supposed to be calm and full of self-control. But, Alesiter is one of a kind. He is so emotional when it comes to Cain. Maybe it’s because he owes his mother. But, Cain very much likes it if he stops overreacting at every little thing and just lets him takes care of himself. “I was caught harvesting a soul by Altarria.” He says. Aleister turn to stone and his face becomes pale.

"I am honored you chose my altar. Every runaway pair deserves a sacred moment under the neon moon." "Yeah, and to hell with the laws of the High Council," I mutter. He wags a clawed finger at me. "There is no cursing at this altar, High Alpha. We run a wholesome sanctuary." The fake bard peers into my glassy eyes for a split second, his brow arching. "Great Spirits, what kind of root did you snort tonight? Your pupils are wider than a blood-moon. You are flying high, aren't you?"

I asked him, my voice barely a whisper, though I already feared the answer. "We are angels," Ajal answered softly but firmly. "We, as holy beings, are defined by our obedience to Father’s commands—we serve without question, we love without condition, and we exist solely for His purpose. But falling in love with a human… that would mean that our loyalty is divided. It would mean that we are no longer only Father’s servants, and that we do not serve Him alone anymore. We would belong to someone else too, and that is something that is not permitted for those who dwell in the light." He patted my shoulder one last time, giving me a look filled with warning and kindness, before he stood up straig

My trembling hand skimmed over the brown old pages, the light provided by the small flashlight shakily dancing over the book, my slightly labored breathing being the only sound reaching my ears as I sat hidden behind the huge chair, hurriedly skipping over the words. "...a fallen angel is a wicked or rebellious angel that has been cast out of Heaven...” “For if God did not spare angels when they sinned, but cast them into Hell and committed them to chains of gloomy darkness to be kept until judgment...”