Alastor As An Angel Novels & Stories

And this feeling made it more piquant. Everything reminded him of how much of a careless host he was. Angel was too pure of a soul for him. He wasn't a good host. He wasn't a good protector. He wasn't a good son. He wasn't a good brother. He wasn't a good friend. He wasn't a good boyfriend. He wasn't a good lover.

he asked. “Yes, Sir,” she said, it came out like a whisper. She licked her lips as she looked at his cock and Zane almost changed his plan and instead fed her his cock. But he had a plan, and he would stick to it, no matter how seductive his angel looked. “You have been a bad angel, you did something you know you shouldn’t have done,” he told her in a stern voice. “Yes, Sir.” “Your punishment will be twenty swats on your ass while being tied down and unable to move. If you are a good angel for the first ten, I will give you the last ten as I fuck you. Do you understand?”

“The devil you called is your brother, remember? Alistar, the Angel of Death. He was the brother that you sealed inside the volcano for thousands of years.” The Angel of Death, commonly known as Alistar in Moon Goddess' Kingdom, led a rebellion against the Moon Goddess because of her affection towards the supernatural species. One of Alistar's things was mating with a woman, Trinity, destined to be the mother of dark magic. Through that mating, Trinity received a considerable amount of dark magic in her arsenal.

For the benefit of Cirrus and Aurora, Mikha’el continued to explain, “Do you know that Marcus is Asteraoth? An angel who has the ability to thwart powers? He also holds the key of Solomon, a key that can cage any demon and sent it back to Hell. And do you know that he is Ysabelle’s guardian angel in the past?” Aurora smiled at Marcus’ way, delighted of the news. Ever since in the orphanage house, she had always known he was meant for great things; Bishop Elliot was the same. Cirrus thought of that too. From a sacristan to an exorcist priest and now as a reborn half-human, half-angel, what better path was there for him than this? “When Aestaroath was stripped of his angelic status, he became

Alexander stumbled backward. Michael and Gabriel even froze, for this was not the gentle Allistair they came to know. This was the one they remembered from the First War. The one who turned heaven’s gardens into graveyards of angels. The one who tore through Seraphim without blinking. The one even the Creator feared. The original and one and only, Chaos. Lucifer felt his heartbeat stutter, something that had not happened since before his Fall. His voice was hoarse, trembling despite him. “Allistair… don’t.”

With the child in his arms, guarded in a freezing spell, Callisto waged the first war against God and with all the anger he possessed in his chest - he decided he would make him suffer as much as Lucifer was suffering. That would make him suffer as much as his beloved had suffered before she died. Azrael - one of the numerous angels who followed Lucifer -, fell at the feet of Callisto and his state (similar to that of Lucifer), pitied the king. Angels were thrown into hell for their crimes and the meaning of their sin was clear in their appearance. Scary and deformed appearance for those who went against the will of God. Burnt eyes for those who turned their back on their father.

Alastor’s anger could be felt through his aura and it was making it difficult to even speak under his oppressive gaze. “I’ll tell you Alpha,” They heard another voice intervene and looking away from her Vevina noticed that another man with dark hair and dark eyes came forward. He was tall but not as tall as Alastor. There was an attitude and an aura around him that made Vevina hate him at acne. Something didn’t seem right about him. “Jeivel meet your Luna Vevina and my mate,” Alastor said and then turning to Vevina he said, “This is my Gamma, Jeivel.”

The smoke from the sacrifice did not dissipate. Instead, it solidified into figures of surgical white and shadows of absolute black that lurked from the sanctuary’s rafters. Astaroth recognized them instantly: the Angels of Death, their void-scythes ready to claim Dorian’s body, and the “Executioners of Light”, faceless beings sent to tear Uriel from Carter’s form for permitting a romantic aberration on mortal soil. Astaroth let out a dry laugh, but Griselda, staggering, spat the words at him with urgency:

“Hold up. You followed me here all the way from Langkawi?! Aren’t spirits supposed to stay within the boundary of their domain? How did you take journeying across the ocean? And, and what has this got to do with…” “I am the King of Demons. Vasileios Kara Angelos. I have no set domain. I travel freely and wherever I please. Just now I am not happy being chained to you like a mere pet.” Ma’oz spat the words he so despised. “Kara Angelos…Black Angel?” “So, your grasp of the ancient languages is quite good. Yes. All demons are known as the Fallen Angels. The Black Angels.” He answered proudly. “What do I pay?” She asked again.

It wasn’t a matter of opinion, he simply was a beautiful man—or creature. “Why are you showing yourself to us?” Darren positioned himself more in front of me as he challenged Azrael. However, if he was who he said he was, this would mean he was powerful. Some call him an angel, while others say he’s a demon, and then you have those who say he’s a god. In any case, everyone knew he was strong and responsible for guiding souls. “You’re the one who interrupted me. I’m here to collect a soul, and you’re here to take the person. Quite the dilemma.”