Angel Deaths Novels & Stories

00"In fact, I don't regret not sharing my things with you, my world is too gloomy." 00Now, it s just that he thinks he might die here. Before he dies, confess to her. 00Angela passed out in a coma, and then he couldn't hear what he said. 00Charles hugged the unconscious Angela, he lowered his head and kissed her on the forehead, and said with a smile, "God is kind to me, you refuse to forgive me, but let us die together." 00"throat!" 00There was a sound from the entrance of the hole, followed by a sound of friction, and it didn't take long for someone to fall.

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:

She said in a sad tone as she stared at their photo. Angel lost her mother because of an accident when she was 13. It was two months after Angel passed the first stage of transition and found out that she was a Sin. The loss hit her hard and got deeply depressed, to the point that she attempted to kill herself atleast five times. Then, she met Aldrin. Al saved her and introduced her to the world of Sins and combat. It was when Angel started to live a double life to save her sanity and escape her depression. She used training to clear her mind and saw combats as her stress reliever. “Sometimes, I feel bad for this little guy.” She sadly uttered as she caressed Jiro’s face in the picture.

The smoke and rubbles covered him entirely as he witnessed the mangled bodies of his friends around him. Their feeling of pain and unwillingness was very evident in the gory remains of their countenance. Death has come unaware one evening and it surprised them all in a night that he would never ever forget. And it was because of a single woman. Fade, the Angel of Death. Master Simon cursed the woman in his mind.

At 6 pm Angel and Sean arrived in London. Luckily their plane was delayed for an hour so they could board the plane without having to book a different airline. Angel stepped into the arrivals door and she took a breath of air. Her eyes were closed and she spread her arms wide. America is a wonderful country, but London is Angel's home. She was born and raised here. Her funeral is also likely to be held in London as well. Ah, Angel immediately shook her head. She was going to die, but she couldn't be sad forever. She had to make the most of the remaining time cheerfully.

Wait, who even was her? What's my name? The Angel of Death was sitting at the lobby of the hospital, his wings uncomfortable with how the chair was designed. At his side was the furball, Kegawa that he likes to call Kedama. They were waiting for the machines to beep, for the flatlines to show on the monitor. He looks up at the clock and he smiled. Any moment now, he thought. "Oi, Keisuke. I thought they succeeded?" the furball asked him. "Why are we here waiting for the Seven Souls?"

It would be a miracle if he could survive the night. Azrael knelt on the floor and put his hands almost tenderly around the head of the dying person and turned his head to the side so that the neck was open in front of him. He greedily bit into the tender flesh in front of him and drew the deliciously tingling blood into himself. The young man gave a slight moan, but remained unconscious. A few moments later he exhaled for the last time and died.

But Azrael answered him, “Because you don’t have a lot of encounter with them, but I do.” “Azrael’s right, and they have different versions of those tales too. Some are made to scare people of dying or just by Azrael’s creepy looks.” Remiel said to Ouriel, gesturing Azrael who raises an eyebrow when she said Azrael’s creepy looks. “Those tales do have one in common though, the lesson to live in the moment because life is uncertain. And what would the Angel of Death would say to them?” Nae gestured Azrael. Azrael stretches her arms, palms upward but her right hand was still holding a fork, “Carpe diem, seize the day!” she said like one of those carefree teenagers who would say to live the mom

Nengi's pov: Sipping my drink slowly with music playing in the background with the room light dim, I kept smirking for a job well done. Nobody crosses my path and goes scot-free, not even my mother. The news is spreading faster than I imagined that Angel is dead and her lovely friend Mira couldn't endure the pain and succumbed. "Haha…what a shame," I let out a mocking laugh. "They are all foolish and senseless, I just pray that the little wench never wakes up…..

They are so dark like a demon living in hell. “How did they know you?” I asked him. I also saw how Hailey signaled me not to continue what I’m thinking. She looks scared too. Angelo’s eyes met mine and they slowly went back to normal. I thought he’s going to answer but when I took a single blink, he vanished. Hailey’s face looks worried now. “What wrong?” I asked her but she is not answering too. There are a lot of things I don’t know about. It’s how I see it. They want to tell me but they can’t. Does it change anything if they spill them?