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“This is Angelica. You are a witch, aren’t you? I can see it in your aura.” I raised a brow. “Only a witch can see auras.” Angelica clutched the other girl’s arm; she clearly wasn’t the muscle of the outfit. “It’s okay,” Evangelina said to her friend but she continued to stare daggers at me. “Her colors are blues and purples. Some are dark, but there isn’t any black or brown.” Angelica visibly relaxed. Shyly she spoke to Evangelina, “I thought we weren’t supposed to tell anyone about your magic.”

he asked, his voice low and tender. I nodded slowly, a small smile breaking through. He swung his legs over the bed, and grabbed his shirt from the floor and pulled it over his head. I stared at the tattoo covering his entire back. It was a dark angel with black wings, and a female angel with brilliant white wings enveloped the dark angel in a gesture of comfort. Around them, deep red and black roses were intertwined. It was like it was telling a story to bridge the chasm between light and darkness. My eyes were glued to the way he moved his body. The muscles in his back bunched together, and his biceps jerked when he pulled his hand back to rub his neck. He cracked it side to side.

Daniel, my son, I remember that night like it was yesterday. We were fleeing from the entity that Belzebub warned me about - Azrael, the Angel of Death. When he appeared, I shielded your eyes, pleading with you not to look, as he demanded I hand you over. Deli, our former babysitter, tried to help, but Azrael's power was too great. In a desperate attempt to protect you, I blocked his gaze, but he revealed his dark angelic face, letting out a piercing scream that almost threw you and Deli off the bridge.

“Victor, Rachel is dead. I’ll send you a photo. Sigh… It’s your big day. I didn’t want to be the bearer of bad news.” A photo came through, showing Rachel on the ground, covered in blood. Vincenzo had absolute confidence that it would fool anyone. After all, the makeup had taken three full hours to make it look this real. He continued, his voice calm and steady, “When you’ve calmed down, we’ll talk properly.” “Shut up…” I muttered, over and over again. “Shut up… Shut up…” Then suddenly, rage ignited in me, and I slammed my foot down on the phone.

A loud roaring was heard and a bang was echoed in the air. Hunter’s PoV I was getting worried with each passing second, it’s been two hours since she was in the washroom, I could hear the shower, but not a single sound other than that. I knocked at the door lightly, impatience taking away my sanity. “Angel,” I whispered softly. “Baby, please open the door, my love” I whispered a little louder but no sound was heard. I panicked when it continued for a few more minutes. She wasn’t responding, no reply, no voice from within. She was sobbing an hour ago, but ever since an hour and 5 minutes now, she was numb. I pushed the door, banging it loudly, now, not waiting for another second, I kicked the

Raven went on with the ritual. A dagger was pointed below Angelica's neck. The mercy that was once in Raven's eyes has ran away from him. Raven was now in his completely demon form. His inky hair grew more longer as it poured down messily over his face, spreading above his shoulders. His eyes became red and his nails lengthened. The dagger was used to slit Angelica's throat. The flaming eyes of Lucifer was shot closed as he prevented himself from seeing the scene. Blood profusely came out from the slitted part. The blood made it's way into the bowl mixed with the incense. The blood sent into the incense made every dead creature and paintings on the wall begin to move. All sarcophagus were op

He continued to lick me as I tried to ride it out. He came up, claiming my lips, allowing me to taste my own juices. "I love you, Maria." I layed my head against his chest, running my fingers across his tattoo as he rubbed his fingers across mine. " I'm an Archangel.. Wife of the Reaper...I'll fight beside you...you don't have to do this alone." He nodded and kissed my forehead, wrapping a piece of my hair around his finger. I fell asleep, in his arms.

asked Erika enthusiastically. "Of course. There are also Angels selling such dresses, wing accessories and crowns!" "Wow! Angels selling? What did they buy it with? Money? Gold? Or what?" "Fresh fruit and flowers! Why do you think Angels need money for?" "Why do Angels want flowers and fruit? Do they eat fruit like fairies?" "We don't eat it. We inhale the aroma. Fresh fruit is very fragrant, as are some flowers and wild grasses!" Erika's eyes widened perfectly.

Both appear relaxed and familiar with each other. There are several more photos of her with the same man. My grip tightens around the pictures. "Who is he?" I ask Angel Angel's expression darkens. "One of the Varkai princes." “What the fuck!” I exclaim, staring at the photograph. Slowly, I look up. "How did you get these?" Angel folds his arms. "That’s the craziest thing, Alpha. Some of these were emailed anonymously to my home address, and since I haven’t been home since the attack, they've been lying in my mail box for the goddess knows how long."

"For the goodwill of heaven's council and by the votes of all fellow Angels, Laurent, is hereby relieved of his duties under the name of our lord, he has been exiled from the community of Angels and given the domain of fallen by the order of our lord. He may not hold any power over the godly actions taken by the Angels unless and until asked to do so. May lord give you his blessings." The announcer yelled out for everyone to hear. Laurent stood at the side clad in white, looking straight ahead, his yellow-green eyes cold as ice and hands wound behind his back like a soldier. His head held up, proud.