Angel Demon Painting の小説・ストーリー

Why would anyone paint that willingly? A holy spear was going through the mid-section of the wings of a demon, black and huge wings. They were so majestic and beautiful, but that rod was impaling through the flesh and bone. The demon’s head was hung down as if in pain, the black fog surrounding him everywhere. I stared at the rod which was tied to a metal pole by chains with no chances of escaping it. If the demon tried to pull or tug at the rod, it will only hurt him, tear more at his flesh. My eyes slipped down and found the surface which was painted in black. A sea of black blood flowing down. Was it supposed to represent evil going away from his body? Is that why the rod was pierced thro

" On that journey, The cloak of conceal shall be taken away -- And their eyes shall see, Demons and angels, The good and thee of pure villainy, heaven and hell, And the land of Abaddon, Where the fates who craft the fabric of life, Dwell. A long journey shall it be, But take your ink and your skin, And write, One that has been Born By The Power, Awaits the day Chaos And Apocalypse shall Arise.

ANGELA. “Lucifer don’t move for a while, okay?” I said to Lucifer who’s currently reading a book. We’re already here inside the classroom and since there’s no teacher yet, I decided to make a portrait of Lucifer even though I suck at drawing. “What the hell are you doing?” he asked. “I’m making you a portrait ^__^” “--_____--” “Don’t move for a while okay?” “And who are you to boss me around, huh?”

I will give her the world. Jin attended an exclusive exhibit at a hotel near Julianne’s office. One particular painting caught his eye. The background was an abstract of different colors of blue, purple, black, yellow and red. The center was a face of a man. He had a devilish look on his face. His brown hair fell over his red eyes. He had fangs and though he looked evil, he also looked quite handsome. As Jin stared at it longer, he could make out the wings behind the man in the painting, making him look like fallen angel. Jin must admit, the artist had some skill. “Do you like it?” he heard a female voice ask behind him.

After all, I ran away from home to be exposed before I returned to Mom's cage. "Come here," he ordered. Like a robot being controlled with a remote, I took one step after another until I was just an inch away from him. I felt so small, standing this close to him. How can he be sexy and tall at the same time? I won't say he's God's favourite because he has so much blood on his hands. Demon was created by the devil. "Touch me, Papillon," he said softly, a dangerous softness that slid right under my skin. "I want your hands on me."

The word tore from my throat as I slid down the counter, my legs unable to hold me. I’d butcher men without remorse and paint their blood on the walls as if it was some fucking piece of art. But this...this was different. My soul laid bare, utterly consumed by rage and anguish. My men stayed with me and watched their mafia king break apart, waiting for the explosion. My wrath would awaken the demon inside me, summon hell, and unleash my demons to wreak havoc on Earth to avenge my Angel. “How did they get to her?” My voice was hoarse, the words muffled as I spoke into my hands.

The weapons glowed with strange symbols. "What–" Maddie began but started to cough. Smoke had filled the room. The burning demon was still running around the diner. The other three demons were crouched, and growling like rabid dogs, their saucerlike eyes glowing with a manic light. One of them let out a loud howl like a wolf and pounced towards Cassie. She screamed and there was a sudden hot burst of light as the sword in her hand blazed up. Cassie leaped forward, sweeping her weapon at the demon, her skirt billowing behind her. In the light of the Celestial Blade, the demon’s appearance was unpleasantly visible: black, scaly skin, a gaping black hole for a mouth, bulging, orblike eyes, and

my voice wavered, ladened with emotion. “I didn't, Cali,” he answered quickly, pointing towards the insignia that had been on Hudson's painting. “I think we got both our paintings from the same exhibition, Hudson. Actually, I think its the same artist—Hell's Demon.” my eyes widened in shock. Hell's Demon?!

I feel the D'Angelos behind me. —Listen to me, you son of a bitch, you won't say shit about my daughter anymore, you won't think about her for a second and you'll regret all your sins. You are going to live, we are not going to kill you, but if you are going to record our faces in your head—I make him look at the three of us—, because you are not a demon, you are a rabid rat like Gandía and the hunters are eager to exterminate them . Demons are the ones I drive and gods are the ones you're going to have to pray to, because from here neither God nor the Devil will come to save you.

She saw her own blood everywhere and began to scream. *** Far away at that moment, inside Shaw-Meredith House in the woods overlooking town, a once-divine fallen angel called Del’ardo awoke with a hideous start. The demonic being thrust itself upright, enthroned amid human bones and blackness, the woman’s flesh-face it wore twisting in distress. Seeking comfort, one of its hands inched slowly out into the inky dark to stroke the head of the pet at its knee. ***