Archangel Demon 소설 & 이야기

stated the angry man. “I’m Azrael, the Angel of Death.” He glanced at the man, who was his mortal partner. “I was assigned to track down what’s going on in Spokane. My wife and I were given permission to marry, not that long ago. I oversaw her training to track down demons and kill them.” He saw that Hank had gotten pale. “But as I was training her, events have changed to where I had to pick up the slack of hunting.” He glared at the demon on the ground. “What else is your bosses up too?”

He turns and sees my focus on his hand, before pausing a moment to also look down at what is now normal skin, and makes a soft noise under his breath that almost seems like a laugh. “Figured out why the smarter wolves are afraid of me, Princess?” he mocks me before pushing his way inside. Unrattled by my seeing his true self, and in fact, it feels a lot like he grows cockier with every step as my returning trepidation grows. It sends a chill through me as I follow him into the cozy space, not really taking it in, my thoughts swimming with newfound fear as I try to recall Leyanne's teachings. Demonics. The fractured half of the Angelics. Once a whole whose conflicting parts were torn apart be

“-the archangel's right. I saw a shadow black as pitch on the Metro. Had no idea what the hell it was doing. It just stood there over the subway grate. Watching.” “They're Watchers, he said. Like from the legends of old-” “Don't say such a thing! Such evil never walked the earth. Those are lies the angels tell so we don't dare to question their actions.” The bar fell silent as Samael entered. He sighed and slumped into my seat, ink stains on his face. “I'm exhausted,” Samael bemoaned. “You're crushing me!” He ignored me. “Women's thighs are delightfully soft. Damien, is there any vodka?- ah.” He tipped the bottle towards me as he scanned the ledger. “Want some, maggot? I apprec

” He let out a small laugh, obviously amused by my unusual question, lightly shaking his head, “No. They’re punished demons.” “Huh?” I stared up at him, evident confusion written all over my face before he calmly answered, “They’re demons who disobeyed either Lucifer or I so as a punishment they often become our servants for a certain amount of time.” “Oh...” I slowly nodded even though still feeling a little weirded out. Demon maids...sheesh...creepy. I mentally cringed a little while we continued our way straight towards the grand living room, where the other archangels were supposed to be.

But they were better off used than eaten, but anyhow you looked at it, having humans in the hands of a demon could only mean one thing and one thing alone - death was the only thing sure for them. The only human who could walk in here quite freely was Ben, a man servant to Renard, the most powerful Arch Angel who ruled the world as it was, or at least, he ruled his part of the world. Renard was a bad egg, a rotten egg, you could say the baddest egg. He dealt with powerful demons but never had one for a friend, Angels and demons could never be friends because demons were once Angels too who betrayed their master. Renard was shrewd, but wise enough to know that demons were never faithful, reas

he said half smiling. “Yes.” Carlos said shaking his head. “Sorry.” James said stepping back and letting Carlos and Misty work magic to get their friend out of the chain. “Oh look we have Angels here.” Three different demons appeared, Anabel didn’t know who they were. “Legion said we could find some Angels here. So here we are, and as for the key, good luck breaking that magic, it was one of Hecta most strongest of them all.” He growled.

“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.

ARCHDEMON #1 : Resistance is futile, just let us pass ARCHDEMON #2 : How many must fall before you realize that you cannot hold us here for long The warring angels take no heed to the words of their demonic counterparts and keep on beating back the invaders that had dared to come to their doorstep, as the battle kept going back and forth soon enough a large portal with black hue appears from behind the demon ranks giving off an aura that was nothing short of menacing WAR ANGEL #1 : What is that? ARCHANGEL #3 : Ready yourselves….. Before the archangel can finish talking a large spike made of dark matter shoots out from the portal and impales her in the chest before she can react, other angels

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.”