Novel & Cerita Angelic Demon

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.

Lara asked in a breathless manner. Damien shook his head. "I don't think it's an angel," He said. "Angels uses divine light and golden weapons not a scythe," He mumbled while staring at the lady in red fighting a horde of demons. Every demon's attention turned to the lady as they could not touch the three due to the thick anti-demon barrier surrounding them even from underground.

she cursed loudly and started to run. Right on her cue, the Eidolon Demons disguised as a person, jump out to follow her. Demons are fast, but Angels are faster. Thing is, Demons are also reckless, while Angels are more careful. Only if she was familiar with the place, she thought. Azrael leaps through the mazelike streets of stalls of vegetables, fruits, spices, and clothing cautiously not to damage their livelihood and to have any casualties.

“Hold up. You followed me here all the way from Langkawi?! Aren’t spirits supposed to stay within the boundary of their domain? How did you take journeying across the ocean? And, and what has this got to do with…” “I am the King of Demons. Vasileios Kara Angelos. I have no set domain. I travel freely and wherever I please. Just now I am not happy being chained to you like a mere pet.” Ma’oz spat the words he so despised. “Kara Angelos…Black Angel?” “So, your grasp of the ancient languages is quite good. Yes. All demons are known as the Fallen Angels. The Black Angels.” He answered proudly. “What do I pay?” She asked again.

"Having magic suggestion skills capable of tapping into the power of the Word of God, that confirms that you are created before the world. Well, that only leads to three conclusions, it's either you are an Archangel, an Archdemon, or worse you're a personified Spirit." Looking at her expression, it seems that I nailed it, now it just leads to the question of what. Seeing that she can summon succubus demons, yet can also control monsters with holy energy, she's neither a demon or an angel, then it is only logical that she's a spirit…

It seems that the Demons are only taunting and provoking Cane and Dagon that are readying themselves to strike at the go-ahead from Azron and me. So not worrying for the novelties of even engaging in a senseless conversation, I raise my voice just a fraction louder, "Take them out." And in less than the count of three, all chaos breaks loose. One… Two… Three. With the swing of an Angel blade from the wrist of each man and woman, it hits with perfect precision in the center of a Demon's chest, bringing him crashing to the floor in a grey haze of dust. But they are pushing us with each step closer to the center where we had come from only moments ago. Step by step, backward without tripping, w

"Centuries of living in hell will do that to a person, Win. I didn't grow up in your sheltered Heaven or even on this plane of existence. Hell is where I was reared." "You . . . you never act this way with me," Win whispered, looking away. The young man's shoulders had sagged down and his eyes carried a sorrow that Adom hadn't seen since that first night when he'd confessed his intentions to die in battle. Adom hated that look on the Angel face—hated himself for putting it there. "And you're an expert, now?" he asked harshly. "After sleeping with me for a few months? I am a Demon ! The son of Lucifer! I'm not some soft mewling mortal boy for you to grow old with!"

He gets where Crocell took after, with parents like Leviathan and Beelzebub, he sees where Crocell got his impish yet mature personality that the angel loved so much. It was such a relief they weren’t bad people despite knowing they are demons. Now the angel needs to do is tell his brother and father about his relationship with Crocell—or rather Lord Crocell, the seventh ruler of hell. “What are you thinking so hard about?” He felt the demon whisper in his ears as he wrapped his arms around the slender waist of his angel.

“HAHAHAHAHA! Now, you finally recognize our gang. Yes, that fucking evil Prince of yours almost killed me! Well, that’s because he’s a real-life demon. He put our 100 other members inside the fucking hospital!” “Lucifer’s not a demon!” “HAHAHAHAHAHA!” The girl named Anastasia suddenly walked towards me and pulled my hair. “A-AAACKK!” “Really? Then what is he? AN EVIL? HIS MOTHER EVEN NAMED HIM AFTER A DEMON. Even his surname forms a word demon if you try to re-arranged the letters of it.” Joseph said again. "What are you planning to do?" I asked him. "What are we planning to do? Well, that's a good question ."

They automatically knew that those where probably written by angels themselves. It struck me as odd that there were no other couples like my parents. Angels from heaven and those from Hell were vastly different. They couldn't coexist but I knew opposites attracted to one another. Therefore, there should have been more beings like me out there. But there weren't. No angel and supposed demon ever fell in love. Angel's weren't created to show emotions such as love on a romantic level. And demons, well all they cared about was feeding their power-hungry selves by tormenting mortals.