Novel & Cerita Angel Demon Painting

That is how he knows the paintings her sister has are of a demon. "She is not crazy. Demons do exist in another plane. The name of the demon she keeps painting is Azzazal. The most powerful and the most feared demon in all the planes. Even our Lord is no match in front of him" Maximilian declared. He researched about the demon when his sister keeps painting about him over and over again. He wanted to know why she keeps doing it, despite never seeing him in her life. That's why he sent his shadow to the other world secretly, without telling his father.

It is the word that keeps it going. It is sure it had seen someone for a few seconds. A boy perhaps. It keeps its eyes on the window but no one comes to sight anymore. It walks past a house with its light slightly contributing to that of the moon, a brighter image of the figure is visible. It is human. A girl. Definitely in her late teens. Her eyes are red as flames. Amber. Her gaze is faint and fuzzy like she can only see what is exactly in front of her. Her dress is white, assuming the dirt and unknown substances are cleaned off it. ***

His jawline defying his looks, his thin beard look so appealing by looking at his side look. I walked towards him but trying not to look bold, I was looking at another painting too. I saw he's alone when he looked at this one painting that interested him. I decided to stand a few steps beside him and looked at the painting that interest him. It's a painting about 2 different world, the upper one is light and the bottom one is dark. The painting represented heaven and hell as I looked at it more and more. "Devil and Angel." I stated and I know he turned his head to mine. I turned to him and I saw he’s smirking. My heartbeat went crazy.

Hades is an amazing artist. Another picture I saw a demon eating a heart. The strings were coming out of his own chest. Means he was eating his own heart. I gulped once again. In the next picture, I saw a man lying and his soul was leaving his body. Next, he drew a man smiling creepily. His smile was the most horrible thing he drew. Next, I saw a woman’s face. She was smiling through her lips but was crying through her eyes. Her eyes reflected torture but still she was smiling.

But his brain and his heart was in sync, and doing somersaults and singing Britney fucking Spears’ Toxic. Then zip. Jeans gone. Fingers trailing down. Over his underwear. Then the man cupped it. Angel gasped. His whole body lit up like a bloody Christmas tree with boundary issues. ‘God, it was delicious.’ “Ahhh… hahhh… please…” Angel moaned. “Please what?” the demon teased. “D-do something… anything, you psychotic incubus!” The demon leaned in—smirking. His eyes were glowing like polished steel. Like molten silver.

“Not fucking creepy at all.” Each page held the name of different demons, Lucifer, Mammon, Asmodeus, Satan, Beelzebub, Leviathan, Belphegor, and Chaos. Each one had a short description alongside a sketched photo of the demon themself and a symbol. I’d read through each one, finally landing on Chaos. He looked different than the rest of the sketches, as if he were a last minute add to the book. The drawing of him was smeared, as if the artist rushed. His symbol was different. Less intricate than the others.

His eyes flashed, “Now don’t cheapen yourself like that. You’re nothing human. You are an angel. You’re all angels.” He gestured around to the painting where the images focused on what made each woman beautiful, Sally’s hair, the next woman’s hip, another woman’s lips, and on and on. “And you’re a fucking demon!” I cursed, feeling more helpless than all the times I had been bound, whether in real torture, or bed play. My body wasn’t responding no matter how much I tried, and it almost seemed as if I was here on purpose, sitting like a coward, when I could run out the door.

It had shown itself once when one of Adom demons had gotten too close to Win. Win had never seen its like before. Thin papery wet skin stretched taut and grey over lean muscle, while massive leathery wings and yellow eyes that had no eyelids watched him even as it sank its gaping maw into the flesh of the unfortunate demon. There was a chilling intelligence in its eyes that still sent shutters through Win just thinking about it. "Are you looking for Adom ?" a voice called to him. The Angel was shaken from the memory and he looked down into a darkened passage only for it to light up with a flash of blue and white. Not the standard portal, but then Green wasn't a standard Devil . He stepped in

“It seems my humble abode is too much of a comfort for you, as you seem to have developed a backbone. I can see that you need quite a bit of prodding from my side, and I’d gladly do the honors.” Four hours later see a bloody, battered Llearth and a sweaty Brandon in the cellar. The once pristine walls of the room are now splattered with blood and bloody images, as Brandon earlier received a stroke of inspiration to paint a picture of Llearth, using the lesser demon’s blood as ink. He attached the demon to a life chamber, one of his ingenious creations that could sustain the life of a supernatural being regardless of injury, blood loss, or disease.

' I knew she was right. The Archangel had almost reached the darkness, and I could see those demons properly now, their yellow eyes gleaming with lust as he promised them they could watch everything he did. Their teeth gnashed together as they bobbed up and down, and that's when I noticed their forms. I had thought they were round, nebulous blobs, but they did have small arms and legs, and one other appendage, extremely large and very hard cocks, which they are all rubbing enthusiastically. 'Open the door!!'