Angel Demon Painting Novels & Stories

He would make it a better place for the unwanted and make a home for himself. Laurent was a stubborn Angel and he would make an even better Fallen.

” He let out a small laugh, obviously amused by my unusual question, lightly shaking his head, “No. They’re punished demons.” “Huh?” I stared up at him, evident confusion written all over my face before he calmly answered, “They’re demons who disobeyed either Lucifer or I so as a punishment they often become our servants for a certain amount of time.” “Oh...” I slowly nodded even though still feeling a little weirded out. Demon maids...sheesh...creepy. I mentally cringed a little while we continued our way straight towards the grand living room, where the other archangels were supposed to be.

Night time comes as Mike asks Angel to have dinner, Angel: "hey, love.. Did you find my phone?" then Mike hands her phone just before they eat Mike asks her if she went to that area to see his painting that he covered in cloth, then Angel stares to him and nodded Mike: "I think you, feel that it is quite creepy...I mean the boy is flying like a ghost then... Well, nothing...I just trying to copy the concept of 'Lord made the human by his image' supposed it must be men then something they were in up there, but it is obvious..soo later in, that's what I came up with... " Then Angel laughs she then opened her thoughts on that time when she sees the painting.

She checked herself at the vanity mirror and she had a truly depressing look. Her hair was a crow's nest and her deep coloured lipstick smeared all over her mouth. She looked like Harly Quinn with all those smudged products all around her eyes. Abruptly, she heard the door open, slipping her attention to who it was. Lucifer invaded the room; wearing a black sweatshirt and sweat pants including a damp towel hanging on his shoulder. His vague stubbles were cleaned off and the pleasant smell of mint expelled from him. "Where am I?" Angela asked sluggishly. The hangover had not completely worn off from her body.

Their eyes were fully dark blue, with no pupils, and their faces were extremely beautiful. - Wow, you have a talent for drawing. They look very realistic.- Esther said, looking at the man. - Thank you.- Laurens replied, and he seemed to be a little embarrassed.- But back to the case, after all it's been mentioned that you have little time, detective.- he continued, and his face had that bored expression again.- There were five of them, four men and one woman, but two of them appeared to be leaders. These are the two that I drew on the front, a male and a female angel.- he pointed at the drawing.- And you could see that this woman was probably the highest rank and this man is right behind her

As I lingered in front of the mirror, I suddenly saw a man in the mirror. At first, I assumed he just needed to wash his hands, so I moved aside to give him space. But the next moment, his hand landed on my waist. Startled, my first instinct was to scream, but a buzzing in my head drowned out all sounds except for a muffled countdown. Before I knew what was happening, I was dragged into a small space while the door closed behind us. The last thing I remember was the sound of a heavy door slam. Then, everything that happened after that was a blur.

A bright white light pierced my eyes, and from somewhere above angelic singing poured out, causing tears of trepidation to come to my eyes. “Without special effects, nowhere,” the demon shook his head and pushed his palms away, slowly rising. - Can you deal with an angel? You look disgusting. - The abomination buzzed over the ear. Andras gave the freak a hard look. "Don't doubt it," he snapped, starting to run. And you can deal with an angel.

"Miss Hale, are you alright?" Angel barely heard the lecturer calling to her from the front of the room. When Angel had last looked, Professor Bladon had been scribbling some nonsense about the value of fated mates upon the digital whiteboard. Now she was glaring at her, her usually pale blue irises now an electric blue, suggesting that the witch was growing pissed. It was clear just from looking at her that it wasn't the first time she had addressed her. "Angel?" "I…umm…" Angel stammered and thinking up the first excuse that came to mind, she gasped,

I said, shaking my head in confusion. “It is said that vampires compelled, or in other words, mind controlled these humans to make them believe that wolves were out to kill them. It is what legends say, but we can never be truly sure of what is or what is not true. The herbs have been used throughout centuries regardless of that, and I think that we can use them to hide Dante’s scent on you and vice versa” Angelina said, looking me in the eye. I nodded in agreement before turning to look at Dante, waiting to hear what master plan he had in mind.

Angela said and shed tears, pretending to be vulnerable in front of the king who concocted her and helped her to become a powerful demon. Satan moved his left leg and kicked the woman in the stomach, making her roll in pain. Blood came out from her mouth and trailed down as she looked up at his master. A demon never shed tears unless their master had banished them. The feelings Angela adored for her master were pristine and had them kept in her wings. “You tortured her. You made her bleed,” the devil growled and grasped the throat the way she had held Bella’s. Satan reached for her left wing with his free hand and tore it from her shoulder. Angela’s wide eyes showed disbelief and pain toward