Archangel Demon Novels & Stories

This was not how soon they were planning to fight the Angel. "So, he chose me after all," Tenshi muttered. "Oh, you're done so quick, Pika." The Arcangel Pika opened his eyes and stared at the ice blue eyes of his nemesis, the Angel of Death. He hates those dull eyes of Keisuke, they were too cold he can't stand them. "Well I beat him up like you told me to do, didn't I? Plus! You said I can do whatever I like," he told the Angel of Death, his voice sounding annoyed that he was talking to him.

She says softly with disbelief in her eyes. "Demons are just angels who have fallen from grace." I replied. "How does an angel fall from grace?" Luna asks as she raises an eyebrow at me.. "Well most angels fall from grace because they disobey or ignore a direct order from the high council. When that happens they are sent to the demonic realm and are reborn as demons." I replied. "Then why do demons work so closely with angels?" She asks.

An agitated chittering noise filled the air, followed by a long, drawn-out hissing. Somewhere close to me, a Demon whimpered. When the lightning hit again, illuminating the skies with an intense burning light, I saw them. The screams of the Archangels had summoned the Seraphim. They reigned in the sky above us, four colossal grotesque creatures, even larger than the Cherubim and they were just as I remembered them from the vision Ethan had shown me, although infinitely more horrifying to behold in the flesh.

Such distinctions were irrelevant, for demons were once angels, and angels transcend human notions of gender. Belle's entire soul was engulfed by an overwhelming sense of dread as the demon's words echoed in her ears. Her fear was not merely for the terrifying entity before her but for the painful memories it unearthed. Her late mother, a woman of undeniable beauty, had lived a life of hardship as a prostitute.

To watch as the energy would drain from her eyes. Yet the tears that streamed down his face was a protest to her words. His hand loosened, but did not release. He hung his head, his mind muddied with an internal conflict of Karmina's twisted teachings and his angelic protective nature. But he wasn't an Angel anymore. A demon. That was his nature now. His black wings were a true sign of that. The scent of the Hells was perfume that lingered on his skin. That's who he was now.

Angel Michael assembles his Angels to fight, as a cherub I'm not allowed to fight because I'm 50 years only Angel above 100 are allowed to fight but I'm permitted to watch, and since I'm gifted by the Father with the spirit of healing, I can heal any angel who gets injured, Angel can be wounded and they die but when they die their soul will go back to the Father for reincarnation but without death, Angels can live forever without getting old, I'm 50 years but in the human world I will look 17, a thousand-year angel can look 25 in human age and be like that for as long as he lives, unlike what humans think Angels can't see the Father, we only feel his presence and he speaks to us. Angel Micha

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."

"The Angel's are perfectly moral, however they are unopposed to those who do not think like them. Demon's have always been benign creatures of nature." "But they kill." "Some were evil, yes, corrupted by their own power. But most within their own creed discourage such acts. The Angel's, however, did not believe creatures with such power should exist in nature, and now, there are so few of them," Kastriv explains. I blink, impressed. He knows so much about Demon's, when I've been taught so little. And hearing someone talk in such favour to those like me is refreshing. Oliver and my mother ensure I hear nothing but negative things.

Ahrimon purrs in satisfaction as she slices her claws across the angel’s chest and launches us into the air before she can retaliate. Ahrimon’s satisfaction soon turns to anger as we watch that stupid angel heal almost instantly with Warrick's worried hands, pawing all over her. When he pulls her into his arms, we lose it and Ahrimon lets out a demonic shriek to call our demon brethren out of the shadows to join the fight.

“And why is that?” “I’m the anti-christ,” I whispered—each time I said it, it felt more and more true. There wasn’t any running from it. “You know, Lucifer was an archangel, not a demon,” he spoke softly, his hand moving from my chin to cup my cheek. “So you’re still my angel.” Leaning into his touch, I sucked in a shuddering breath. “You’re so good to me.” I appreciated him more than I could say, especially now.