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The strange figure suddenly covered his face with both hands and bowed. ***** "God of life, forgive me." Suddenly, the strange figure said, then knelt down. Princess Alleta and Prince Xander were surprised to hear the strange figure's words. "God of life? What do you mean?" asked prince Xander while frowning. "I was ordered by the god of death to pick up the soul of this lying man but I didn't know that you were here. God of life, if I did something wrong, please forgive me," replied the strange figure. Prince Xander was confused. He stepped closer to the strange figure. "God of life? Who are you referring to? I'm not the god of life," said Prince Xander. After hearing Prince Xander's answer

And since killing any living creature was forbidden to Angels, the punishment would be their life. Although they were vampires and they only execute them to save humans, they had nothing to do, whether they like it or not, it’s like a curse in their blood. If an angel kills a living creature, they will soon go weaker and weaker each day, until they lose their breath, and no cure could save an angel from their death, NO CURE at all.

Guia said and sat down on Xavier's bed. "Let's go!" I anxiously invited Nay Aurelia and went out of Xavier's room. By the way, the fetching is done whenever a Fantasian dies, Nay Aurelia told me that the Ophanim, the angels that have the form of three wheels going round and round and on the surfaces of those wheels, will come down , it also has six wings, and inside the wheel there is a circle that looks like an eye, it is said that they carry the body of the dead Fantasian there to be taken to purgatory and tried by the Supreme Dea Justo, they don't have chosen to be picked up, no matter whether it's bad or good, they will also pick you up and be your deliverers to purgatory.

"No! I am not going to do anything until you tell me–holy freaking sh*t!" Ethan accidentally pushed a human-sized angel statue beside the fireplace. They heard clicking sounds before the angel statue slide aside with the wall behind it, revealing a stair leading somewhere down. None of them was able to react for a full minute. Their eyes just kept shifting back forth from each other, both riddled with confusion. "What is this place?" Ethan exclaimed while scanning the spacious room that is filled with all kinds of weird stuff. "I have never seen these things before in my life." Andra stated with astonishment.

/ He laughed loudly, swinging his bat and hitting brittle objects in the fancy hotel. He is a Death Angel, his name is Draven Black. A modern-day grim reaper, wearing not a cape but a black emo suit with a pair of black wings to fly. He does not have a scythe, he has a bat for beating humans. His look is completed by black hair and an upside-down cross hung in his left ear.

They looked pitiable, lying there in different positions, grabbing their necks as something choked their lives away, just the way Jason had envisioned it. Jason’s uncle watched from behind them, terrified. In all his years on earth, he had never seen anything like this. It was too sweeping to be a coincidence; everybody could not just start choking to death. He saw the angry look on Jason’s face before Jason’s eyes rested on him and quickly retreated into the safety of his house. That was the last day the man went near Jason or his siblings. It was also the day Jason started seeing the ascian. No matter when he came out, no light could cast his shadow.

Trembling with fear, the young person took a breath and said: “My mother told me that there are angels, but I didn't want to hear, I didn't want to hear… Now I'm being punished by God for my sins. Jesus sends you, Angel Azrael, Angel of Death Azrael, to punish me as a sinner… ”The rest of the senseless babbling was lost in the deep sobs of the madman and he clapped his hands over his face, crying. “Cristiano, please! Give us your coordinates. Reinforcements are on their way to you, ”the device tried again.

"He came to the human world himself!" "Are we in trouble?" Murmurings filled the air as the black limousine stopped in front of the huge mansion. The door of the car was pulled open by another and as soon as it was pulled open, silence fell across the entire mansion. Not even the breathing of the others in the mansion could be heard as a lot of them had their breath hitched. The King of Death Angels, Adonis had not come to the human world himself for over a million years but had spread his angels to take over the tasks of taking expired souls away and now he was suddenly back to the human world. It was frightening for every other death angel.

The smoke from the sacrifice did not dissipate. Instead, it solidified into figures of surgical white and shadows of absolute black that lurked from the sanctuary’s rafters. Astaroth recognized them instantly: the Angels of Death, their void-scythes ready to claim Dorian’s body, and the “Executioners of Light”, faceless beings sent to tear Uriel from Carter’s form for permitting a romantic aberration on mortal soil. Astaroth let out a dry laugh, but Griselda, staggering, spat the words at him with urgency:

The original peace treaty still lay in the position it had millenniums beforehand, untouched by visitors. Dusty pages flipped silently. Words flew threw his mind at inhuman speed. He had been reading about the unwritten rule of pureblood angels. These angels were to only be royalty, however it came with a deadly price. Many of these newborns were ticking time bombs of anguish and destruction, having the power to level entire cities. Some never made it past infancy. This caused a very large shortage in heirs to the throne, with only one child surviving every millennium.