Angel And Demon Love Novels & Stories

"Zachary, we don't doubt your love. But the point does you doubt your love?" "WHAT??", Zachary looked at him confused. Calix sighed. "See Zachary, we all have watched you since childhood. You have anger issues but we never blamed you as it's not your fault even. You were born with this but now you are trying to make someone a part of your life who doesn't even know about all this. Diana, she is an Angel while you're a Demon. You're thinking that your marriage is just a piece of cake but it's hell not. Have you ever heard about an Angel and Demon's love story? No, right?", he spoke in his deep voice.

She had been waiting for this day, when she would tell the person she loves, how she felt. Lucifer eyes instantly widened when he heard her last statement. The Duo's heartbeat became loud and clear in the room as the both of them stared into each other's eyes. Angelica knew that it was really stupid to love the Devil, who made this world imperfect but she couldn't control her feelings. She couldn't differenciate the right from the wrong anymore. "Ann..." Lucifer opened his mouth to talk but he couldn't say anything "Y..you need to stop this, Angelica. You need to stop!! Are you insane?" Lucifer said almost yelling out. Obviously, no one could hear him because he is in his spirit form.

I knew I should have told her the last details on how the ultimate demon form could be summoned, but I knew Lucy was too smart, and if she figured out my plan, she would stop it, and everything would be wasted. Demons feed on anger, rage, and lies. But like I told her, demons were also angels — fallen angels. And angels, they feed on love. Anger, rage, lies, and love - these are what a demon needs to feel within him to summon his ultimate demon form. And I would bet my whole life that if Lucy’s heart was filled with rage and love at the cleansing, she would be able to summon her ultimate demon form. ¤¤¤¤¤

Somehow, that only makes the guilt in my chest worse. “Good,” she says, patting my hand like I’m still seven. “Then listen to someone older and stop arguing like you know more than the Church. I’ve lived long enough to know what you’re facing, Angel. I entered this convent before you could even walk. Demons are God’s creations who chose evil. They are ugly, cold, and unclean. That’s all you need to know.”

Leon removed the seal on the cylindrical glass and the rose that was inside, flew over Felen's body. White light flashed, along with blood flowing from the veins of The Seven Lords towards Felen's body which was lying limp. Starting from Mammon, Beelzebub, Asmodeus, Belphegor, Leviathan, Satan, and finally Lucifer. The ritual was about to beg, shaking the ground of the Devil Reign, ravaging all of it by a raging great energy. All for the glory of the demons and the fall of the angels. And Felen was the ticket for them to enter the Celestial Realm. ***

the demon said, dragging me back from my thoughts. “Can what?” “Love. Contrary to common belief, demons can love. He did.” He almost whispered the last part. I knew Satan had formed an attachment as an angel, but the way the story was told, it became an obsession after he fell. “That wasn’t love,” I grumbled and Harper glanced at me with narrowed eyes. I realised I had spoken it out loud. “Why wasn’t it love?” The demon asked, “What is the difference?”

His mouth was ruined—raw, messy, full of everything unsanitary and dangerous—and yet Angel kissed him back—with wild abandon. Matching his pace. “...Can taste myself,” the demon murmured. Angel whimpered into the kiss, closing his eyes. ‘Dear God, Saints and Saintess,’ he thought while he was still coherent, ‘I'm kissing a man who says things like that.’ The man gripped his waist, pulled them flush together like he wanted to merge atoms. Angel’s arms went to the devil’s neck. For anchor. Or survival. Then the kisses drifted down his throat. His eyes suddenly opened to the now dark ceiling above them.

White foam exploded upward like frantic applause. Then I laughed. It started small—a huff, a snort—then burst out sharp and borderline hysterical, echoing off the rocks. Azrael. The demon who’d spent centuries treating lust like a casual buffet—no strings, no feelings, just mutual feeding—had screamed that he loved me less than twenty-four hours ago. Voice raw, wings flared, looking like the confession had been ripped out of him against his will.

I muttered sourly and looked down at my empty plate. Patting my hand I glanced at Samson as he told me that Eros doesn't know what love is. Nodding, I exhaled deeply as he said, “Unfortunately, he does love you but just doesn't understand what the feeling is, and he still has to supply Lucifer with the life forces. Until he accepts the love in his heart he will be the devil's servant.” Narrowing my eyes at him I commented, “You sound like you want him to fail.”

Athena ran to the Demon, marking him as hers and allowing him to do the same, branding them as one for all eternity. Seeing this, the Lycan becomes overcome with jealousy and attacks the Angel, Vampire, and the Fae Queen, tearing them apart. Acting in defense of his new love, the Demon launched a fireball at the Lycan, killing him instantly. After seeing the horror on his love’s face, the Demon threw himself into the fiery pit, ashamed at the pain he had caused. The woman was once again alone, to wander the nothing endlessly.