Novelas y relatos de Archangel Demon

"Centuries of living in hell will do that to a person, Win. I didn't grow up in your sheltered Heaven or even on this plane of existence. Hell is where I was reared." "You . . . you never act this way with me," Win whispered, looking away. The young man's shoulders had sagged down and his eyes carried a sorrow that Adom hadn't seen since that first night when he'd confessed his intentions to die in battle. Adom hated that look on the Angel face—hated himself for putting it there. "And you're an expert, now?" he asked harshly. "After sleeping with me for a few months? I am a Demon ! The son of Lucifer! I'm not some soft mewling mortal boy for you to grow old with!"

He gets where Crocell took after, with parents like Leviathan and Beelzebub, he sees where Crocell got his impish yet mature personality that the angel loved so much. It was such a relief they weren’t bad people despite knowing they are demons. Now the angel needs to do is tell his brother and father about his relationship with Crocell—or rather Lord Crocell, the seventh ruler of hell. “What are you thinking so hard about?” He felt the demon whisper in his ears as he wrapped his arms around the slender waist of his angel.

I gritted my teeth and then said "You will have to pay for this Elena." "Really. Little mouse you are not going alive. Although you are a golden angel I am an old dark angel. I have practiced for so long. You can't escape from me." She signaled her shadows to capture us. Shadows started coming towards us. Suddenly we saw a swarm of fairies who flew near the shadows hypnotizing them. Shadows were still now hypnotized. Archangels killed them with an arrow. The demon attacked us and started hitting the angels. Angels tried defending and dodging the attacks

Whatever the latter meant. They relaxed their offensive stance at the sound of their master's subtle cough and peeled out of his sight when he tapped at the shoulder of the one that looked the most aggressive. "The Archangels are not some ordinary cult group, Angel. We are the rulers of the underworld, yes, and that's not necessarily a bad thing." He sat beside me and explained to me with the tone a mother uses when reasoning with her ignorant child. I couldn't believe my ears!

“It’s alright, I understand you… It’s alright, Lucifer…” So Angel already saw Lucifer… damn it, I shouldn’t have allowed him to attend that damn wedding. Now, for sure Angela’s going to chase after him again, she will do everything to take him away from me again. But I can’t let her do that, she can’t never do that again. Lucifer moved away from the hug and cupped my cheeks, “From now on, I will only believe on what you say. Maybe that woman is just crazy, for sure she’s just making up stories.”

With a sigh, Darren grabbed his keys from the desk, it was late and he needed a drink. The problem of soul harvesting was a complicated one, souls were valuable to demons, they could give power if eaten, gifts in the underworld if given and forgiveness if released. This makes soul harvesting a touchy subject, demons around the world are driven by their desires until either killed, driven from the earth, or accepted into heaven, however the latter has only happened seldom over the last thousand years, Angels on the other hand exist to serve God, who condemns the desires of demons. After the last war, both sides had taken heavy casualties, but ultimately, the demons had lost and it was Darren'

The demons Marsha was using to perform rituals. "They are fake demons. I know nothing about how and when they were created. But they are being used for something that was forbidden by all the angels. Angels like Gabriel, Michael, Azrael and Raphael. And of course, the king of hell, the dark king Lucifer." I added and all the other demons turned around to look at the fake demons. I was watching their faces. Something was off about them. They all had the same shocked look on their faces. As if they were looking at something they knew but they were not expecting it to be like that. It definitely made me wonder if they were actually fake demons.

"Don't touch that soul, the bastard creature." The grim reaper screamed at the demon in front of Ardina. Instantly, Ardina and the devil turned towards the thunderous voice. The devil smiled bitterly. He is get up and letting Ardina still in a sitting position. "Hello, my beloved brother!" The devil's greeting made Ardina dumbfounded. Does a devil have an angel, big brother? But how can they be brothers? Asked Ardina came to her heart. But she couldn't find the answer. For Ardina it was very confusing, an angel of death is a big brother from hell devil. He stared alternately at the two of them. The grim reaper didn't answer, it went up to Ardina, passed the demon, and once again, she grabbed

There are even some paintings depicting angels fighting demons. "Here we are," Esme nods ahead. "The wings are where we start, and then we move from there." My eyes widen at the view of Azrael sleeping on the floor in his angelic form. He is wearing a hauberk, but it's covered in dried blood, which hints about Azrael recently having been in a fight. His blonde hair is messy, covering his face as he lightly breathes without a care in the world. It is rather funny how puny the women look next to him. The angel is dwarfing everything around him, which makes me wonder why he hasn't taken his human form? Doesn't he trust these people enough to let his guard down?

"So why did you call me...son? Do you want to get a sister, perchance? From the black-haired one?" I shook my head, but Martha didn't let me answer, interrupting me. "Don't play games with the child, ye demon." "If he summoned me, he's not a child anymore, he's a necromancer," the demon's logic made sense. "You may call me Argadon, boy." "I'm Alex. Alexander Leonard Radenor. "Radenor... Is it a country in this world?" "Yes," I said. "Shouldn't you know this?"