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before he left. "You," I whispered not being able to look at his face. He was covered in blood which I'm sure wasn't his. "This is my job, Andrea. I have to do this," he said taking a few steps towards me. "This isn't the Theo I know," I whispered backing up, "This is a whole entire spawn of Satan." And I was right. With blood dripping from his clothes he looked the part too. He chuckled darkly and for some reason I wasn't scared. "That's where you're wrong," he whispered. My back hit the wall as backed away from him. He leaned closer and whispered, "I am the devil himself."

she pointed to the Mark under his scapula, it looked like a simple tattoo if you wouldn’t stare into it, but in reality, it looks like a fresh burn Mark made by blacksmiths as it actually glows and burns, “Do you know any other celestials that live among humans?” Technically speaking, only Angels can put the Mark to mortals, and the only thing that can kill them is using Azrael’s Blade, not Azrael herself. It was like a Mark of immortality. Demons weren’t immortals but they’re ageless given they don’t grow old, but they were soulless, vulnerable, and hard to kill. Azrael push the blade slowly to his collar when he did not say a word. Sebastián took a deep breath, “Apart from your brother Yer

she said with a gentle smile. "What am I?" "You are an angel, capable of good and evil. Angel's like you are born every hundred years. Your purpose on earth is to bring peace to all. From what I have seen, you seem to be a very pure being, but at the same time there is a darkness swallowing you whole. You must never succumb to your dark side or else you could be the end of all living things" she explained. "An angel?" I asked bewildered. "Yes. That's the reason why your wolf is white, it represents your angel side. You are the only white wolf in the entire world"

“No fucking my bestie in my house unless you're my brother.” I look at the other men and pick the one who looks the most like Meyer’s family. I need to get him good graces if that’s the so we can both have her. This way I won’t be injured by the Serpent’s Witch. She is the Viper’s second in command. The only reason I know all of this is I’ve been an officer for Nate’s Club for about seven years now. The Death Angels are partnered with the Seraphim Serpents. We provide added protection to their businesses.

Loss is on one side of me, Amon on the other. The replacement leader of Sorren, Roxas, stands behind the throne, facing towards the the crowd, laughing like a maniac at them. I fight an eyeroll, knowing he's doing too much. One of the reasons that the sky has blackened is the wings of the fallen angels, and Nephilim flapped, looking like crows ahd overtaken the skies. Demons waited for my order, as the desire to run chaos ran high. They extend long forked tongues at the humans, licking their lips.

"What could that be? Amelia asked shivering. "The question is who could that be " Eric replied quiet unmoved by the gun shots. "It could be Derek, Samantos, Anna or anybody ". He took the fork and knife. He held the full chicken on one of the trays with the fork and cut it with the knife. He picked it with the knife into his mouth savoring every taste. "God please forgive me, holy Mart take control. Angel Micheal, son of God. I mean Angel Gabriel, the son of God, oh my fucking God, someone should just take control ". She was breathing heavily as she said the prayers.

There was some information regarding theories that they were part vampire. Theo flipped the page; my eyes went wide. There were angels with wings in the sky, hands filled with weapons of all kinds. Spears, axe, swords, were filling most of the space. One body at the top of the page seemed to have lightning reaching to the ground. Many bodies with broken wings laid at the bottom. “What is that?” I asked slightly scared. “That is the last war.” Theo said grimly. “Does it say why the angels want to kill us?” I asked unable to read the page.

Angels were lying on a battlefield of sorts, their bodies sluiced open and their innards oozing out onto the ground. Emma spotted one last picture peeking out from under Hannah’s bed. This picture disturbed her most of all. She had drawn Namirha standing imperiously over an altar, with his arms in the air, holding a bejeweled knife with its blade pointed down over a body. Not just any body, Hannah’s body, lying on the altar, like a sacrificial offering. A woman was drawn at the base of the altar reaching up in futility to stop the sacrifice. She had drawn her mouth open as if she were screaming. A man, an angel, had also been drawn lying face down next to the woman, his back bloodied. Beside

In their black robes, faces hidden and holding the scythe to steal the souls of whoever skin they would graze. “What the…” They took a step back, contemplating the situation. And to worsen it, Katastrofi, stabbed his scythe on the ground, using another spell, “Dirge For The Dead.” The ground cracked and the souls of the fallen soldiers from previous wars began to emerge, rotten to nothingness as their skeleton was left. He not only brought angels of death but also an army of dead skeletons, tougher than a human being. To eradicate all of them, he was not holding back this time. Ready to eliminate them.

In the deepest pit of the celestial pandemonium, Dulmore. There, Ichabod and all his wild angels exists. Some of his angels, he would send to Earth's realm to steal, to kill and to put into chaos, the humans and all their seeds. Just for fun. They would always come back and give account of their works to Ichabod their grande master, who sits on his blazing throne always. Each successful work on Earth's realm fetches them a new rank and pack in a hierarchical order.