Novel & Cerita Animes Like Angels Of Death

Adom looked away from the squabbling creature's and back towards the battle. There was a cloud of magic that hung over the fighting masses and he smiled as it continued to swell with every death-Angels death, that is. Thousands of demons had been lost, but they were never truly alive to begin with. Their essences would be cast back into hell and they would be reborn once more with only the need to fight. But the hundreds of dead Angels . . . their souls had been been carefully collected. Lucifer would consume some of them but others would be repurposed into greater demons to serve him.

“For a boy and for a girl.” Natsuki’s smile widened. “Cherubim and Seraphim.” Ashriel stopped for a moment. “The two strongest angels?” He nodded. “Why?” She asked. “So that you’ll be reminded that you always have wings.” Natsuki smiled but suddenly, at the corner of his eyes, he saw a cockroach. “DIE!” Ashriel turned around and saw Edom. For a moment, she froze but then she took her gun but, “NOOO!”

I didn’t want anyone to think I was somehow weak. The old fox laughed again. “Like Demon, there are many different Angel. You have Angel of Mercy. Angel of Death. Angel of Righteousness. Angel of Vengeance. The very devil himself is Angel.” Huh, I never thought of it that way. “Here. Demon.” The old fox motioned for his daughter who brought a long box over. “My gift to you and your mate.”

Ouriel showered Azrael with questions. “I told you, I cannot remember them. There are a lot of people who died from the very beginning of this world, do you think I can keep track with that? And do I need to know if they were famous before I fetch them?” Azrael retorted with annoyance in her voice, Ouriel just pouted and frowned. “Ouriel, those tales were just written by persons who remember their encounter with the Angel of Death.” Remiel explained to Ouriel that was still frowning.

As if the chair had bitten her, she shot to her feet and pointed at me. “Rachel! You… You’re not dead…” I nodded. “I did die once, but I came back from hell. After all, there are still debts to settle.” I stared at her pale face and smiled brightly, asking, “Didn’t Victor tell you?” I paused before continuing, “In the Medici family, debts are always collected. They’re never left unpaid.” Her body swayed before she collapsed back into the chair, completely drained. “First thing,” I said, my gaze cutting into her like a blade. “Get up. That’s not your seat.”

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.

When Anthony kicked back his chair, pushing himself to his feet with his wings widening in a display to match Mischief’s, I gasped at the beauty and glory. These were angels, my mind supplied in awe, and centuries old. I knew it, and yet the truth of it only showed through in flashes. What would they be like in battle? I thrilled with the thought of having them by my side. “Dying?” Anthony’s eyes narrowed, glowing as brightly as Mischief’s. “Has that no meaning to you?” Suddenly, I was cold. My head jerked back, as I whispered, “Dying?” Mischief looked at down at me, and I must’ve looked as stricken as I felt

There was no Angel anymore: she was used, betrayed, killed. My voice sounded gruff and caused the woman to gasp deeply, “Angel is dead!”

He whispered into Gadreel’s ear. When an angel dies, its soul dies with it. There is no rebirth. There is no return home. It is final. A tear ran down Gabriel’s check as he watched cracks of light rip his friend apart. The end of an Angel is surprisingly beautiful. There is no blood just light and then a burst, almost like a fire work. Gabriel was met by instant pain. Not in his side where Gadreel’s sword had pierced his skin. But in his back. His wings were being ripped from his body.

Power bursts forth from each seal until it sails off and searches for its masters. As soon as the power clears, my sisters appear before me. Each one is wearing angelic armor that is similar to mine. The armor covers them from head to toe. Their helmets have angelic wings molded on the sides and half-masks shaped like a dove's face. The only thing you can see is their glowing eyes and the bottom half of their faces. However, I don’t need to see their faces to know what their human exteriors look like. I know that War has hone-colored eyes, Death has scarlet-colored hair, and Pestilence’s eyes are two different colors.