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"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.

The other had eyes like still water. Eventually, the younger man stormed off. The other turned toward me. "Human," he said. "How are you?" I swallowed hard. "Who are you? Where am I?" "The underworld. The land of the dead." "Am I in hell?" He didn’t answer right away. "You’re not going anywhere. You ended your life before your time," he said. "Then why am I still here?" "Because of me," he replied. "You were meant to vanish, but I intervened. I’m giving you a second chance. You’ll return to the human world as a soul reaper."

He was called the symbol of primordial power. His spirit has a wide range of emotions and qualities. He was cloaked with the power of controlling elements like fire, water, air. He is Zayaan, the youngest angel amongst all. He was the one who convinced other angels to support the evil one. When the other angels were falling on the earth, he hid on a lonely abandoned planet. He thought he could hide from the powerful archangels, but he was wrong. Once, they came to punish him. He ran towards a new planet named earth. He thought to follow his favorite angel, the devil.

I now know that this was the work of The Keepers. His name, Azrael, meant Angel of Death. This was not a lie. The amount of havoc he and Andres wreaked after splitting, was insane. Before that, and this was hundreds of years ago, we crossed paths. Azrael was on a mission to collect ingredients for his split. None of us knew exactly what he was doing at the time, but he was very determined to get things done. I was seeing a woman back then. She was a Vampire, of course, so she actually liked me for me, and not because of my Reaver charm. She was drawn to me because of who I was.

Caius asked. "Yes." "Alright. You're dismissed, Xander," Kael said. Xander prostrated before leaving the council room. "The stranger you all want out of Valthera is a human." Kael stated. "She's a human?" Malakai exclaimed. For several seconds, no one moved. "Yes, Malakai", Kael responded. "She cannot stay, Alpha. You and I, as well as everyone here, are aware of the grudge between Aelra, Maelva, and the humans. We can't afford to harbor a human within us," Soren spoke, his face contorted in anger.

The Awakened Blood King returned. Bloodstorm engulfed Valenfort’s sky. The city trembled as another ancient entity stirred — Azrael, the sealed Blood God. He rose from the earth, half bone, half fire, blood wings eclipsing the moon. Each step cracked ground, shattered space. “At last… the gate opens.” Evelyn trembled but gripped Blood Shadow. She knew one way — sacrifice her soul to close the cycle. She raised the sword, voice shaking but firm: “Azrael… I am your descendant — and your end.”

“What the hell is going on? These men dragged me from my apartment. Please tell me what’s happening!” Freya couldn’t speak. Tears were already running down her cheeks. Azrael emerged from the shadows near the altar. Tall, impossibly perfect, wearing only black pants. His muscular torso was bare, eyes glowing blood red in the candlelight. He looked like sin given flesh. Sophie screamed when she saw him. Azrael moved fast. He grabbed Sophie by the throat and slammed her down onto the large stone altar at the front of the church, right beneath the broken crucifix. “Freya,” he said calmly, voice dripping with dark pleasure, “strip your sister. Slowly. I want you to feel every second of this.”

Wow, why do I keep meeting rich people these days? According to the information in my hand, Zakael usually spends his weekends at his restaurant or at Clementine. On weekdays, he works at their company. I closed the folder once I finished reading it. The agency wants me to keep an eye on him, on Zakael Dela Priego. It appears that someone is threatening the heir of Dela Priego. A few photographs were attached to the folder; they were evidence of threats such as letters and pictures of Zakael entering his restaurant and some leaving their family house. They were stalking him. So his father, Zacharios Dela Priego approached the agency for help; he paid for his son’s safety, and I happened to b

“But you’re the bloody devil. Wouldn’t you know if the end of days were here? Not just that, all of the supernatural scriptures state that you’re the pivotal figure in all of the apocalyptic prophecies. Are you planning the end of the world, mate?” I shake my head. “Of course, I didn’t order the sodding apocalypse, you wanker. Why would I do such a stupid thing when my own son and my mate live on earth? That would be illogical.” Mathias places his hands on his hips, “I think we’re blowing this out of proportion. This is probably just a coincidence.” Azazel snorts. “It could bloody well have been if it wasn’t for the fact that this happened in places that have never experienced earthquakes or

“You know what I hate the most? Humans with foul mouths.” Human? Did he just call me a human? What the hell was happening? How the fuck did I wake up in the middle of the streets? Without any injury. Vehicles were passing through me like… like I was invisible. Then there's this guy. He just suddenly appeared out of nowhere and introduced himself as a death angel. My fucking death angel. I don’t even know what a death angel is! “A death angel. Angels who are assigned to collect souls and bring them to after life. And what is after life? It's either heaven or hell,” he answered me.