Archangel Azrael Novels & Stories

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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."

Is he here to hurt me? “No, I’m not here to hurt you. My name is Azrael, and I’m the angel of death or at one time I was.” “Wait, you’re the angel of death. You said you weren’t here to hurt me.” “And I’m not. Without going into details, you’re important to my future and I will help Asmodeus to not only protect you, but also keep him as the demon king. I have something that I want you to have.” In his hand he was holding a silver bracelet bangle that had a silver bell charm. Why is he giving such a beautiful thing. He slips it onto my left wrist.

Angela’s POV I gazed up at the sky as I thought about how I met Lucifer. Prince Cleoffe is just sitting next to me while listening. “The first time that I saw Lucifer, well I already knew that he’s a nerd disguising as a bad boy.” I chuckled. “He really loves reading books that he can’t last a day without reading at least five different books. He’s also a workaholic, he works so much that sometimes he forgets to rest.”

I said as I recall the times I’ve seen Laura before. “L-Laura?” he stuttered. “Yes, the one and only Laura Ballentine. But a werewolf murdered her five years ago and her soul already dissipated into dust.” I said. He gasped and froze. I understand his reaction because once an angel dies, his/her soul will dissipate forever into dust. That’s the punishment of living in the mortal realm without the consent from the Gods and Goddesses and running away from obligation and duties as an Archangel. Laura Ballentine is an Archangel and the eldest sister of Elaine. So Azrael is Elaine’s nephew? This is interesting. What would be Azrael’s reaction if he found out? Should I tell him or I’ll let him dis

"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.

I made a face at the memory. Azrael. Almost as old as Heaven, older than the World; the record-keeper for the lives of the departed, he was not an entity I would ever dream of saying "No" to. You might forget who he was, might be swept in by his neat, meticulous, ordered way and his minor vanity of the tailored off-white Armani suit... But he was the Angel of Death, and he could be terrifying when crossed. Oh well. Time to go. I paused, concentrated, shifted... my wings beating downwards, the powerful thrust driving me slantwise through the dream of existence from the clear morning of Memphis to the overcast just-about-lunch of my beloved Wales.

“You don’t know Sariyah like I do.” That shuts him up. Because I do. I know how close Ember lives to the edge of becoming something terrible. I know how much she hates the world for letting men be taken and cities rot and gods lie. Most importantly, I know how easily Sariyah’s lies could feel like permission. The torches flicker the shadows along the far wall move. I spin just as heat rolls through the cell dry, ancient, and wrong. Azrael steps out of nothing wings I have never seen are half-manifested. His expression is calm, too calm. Every instinct I have goes nuclear.

Although I couldn't see his eyes because of the mask, but right now, it really felt like his stares were piercing right into my core, leaving me breathless. "W-were w-we still talking about the sinners that were needed to be punished in the story, r-right?" Damn, I couldn't believe I just stuttered! Good thing he just chuckled and patted my head like a pet. Gone was the strong aura he was emitting a few seconds ago. "Of course, we're still talking about the story. So let them live. Let them live after taking away everything from them. Let them live forever in nothingness." He leaned closer, close enough to the point that our noses were literally touching each other. "Because, sorry to spoil

He tapped Jonathan on the shoulder with a smile "Tomorrow is Friday. Get some rest, it is another working day," he said and Jonathan exited the office "This is wrong and I know it but what can I do? God, please forgive me for the wrong I did my wife and help her forgive me too. Heal her heart so she will let go of the bitterness and please protect my daughter Olivia. I have been cruel to her from birth. I abandon her to the cruel world and watched her go through all the years of maltreatment and now that she can be happy with a man who loves her my crime is still going after her to rob her of her happiness. She is an innocent child born into this world yet my sins continue to punish her whil