Bloody Painter X Judge Angels Novels & Stories

Only the glow of the bulb behind him cut through the shadows, revealing his silver coloured hair. The dark angel. Angelo De Angelis. A man knelt before him, trembling and bleeding. Whispering prayers in a language he didn't care to understand. Finally he stood and walked forward, each step deliberate, echoing like judgement. Then he paused, gloved hands tucked behind his back and black coat brushing his boots. Cold blue eyes stared at the man in front of him. No emotion, no hesitation. It was just calm, patient, unblinking and deadly. The man chained to the wall trembled and whimpered. “P-please… I didn't know…I…I didn't —”

But he was nowhere as messy as I was. I could feel some droplets of blood sliding down my face as I placed my fingers around the newest cut I had just made, squeezing to urge more blood to flow out as it trailed down her thigh, forming an odd shape that created abstract art. It was beautiful. I blinked a bit, trying to focus back on Miguel Angel as he spoke to me. “What is it?” I asked, releasing the grip I had on Cynthia's thigh. “I think she's about to pass out again, sir,” Angel said, still dutifully petting her head.

Lila saw through it in ten seconds flat. Thirty four, rich as sin, class dripping from every gesture. She’d walked into the underground fight club where he was bleeding on the mat, handed him a silk handkerchief for his cut lip, and said, “You’re wasting talent on these animals. Come work for me.” He’d laughed. She hadn’t. Five years later, they were married. Two years after that, Dirty Angels opened its doors, velvet ropes, crystal chandeliers, music that beat like a heartbeat.

She knew that she had to think fast and come up with a plan to stop James. "Jared, Georgia, get ready," Anna whispered, her eyes locked on James. Jared and Georgia nodded, their eyes fixed on James. As they prepared to attack, Anna felt a surge of adrenaline coursing through her veins. She knew that this was it – this was the final showdown. With a fierce cry, Anna launched herself at James, her claws extended. Jared and Georgia followed close behind, their eyes blazing with determination. The battle was intense, with all four of them clashing in a flurry of claws and teeth. Anna could feel her heart pounding in her chest as she fought to take down James.

Feeling the pain flow through me, my eyes opened wide and I heard a shriek. "ANGELA!" ***** Well, well, well, what was it? Will she die? Or will someone save her? Bloom M.

She twisted the doorknob and walked in, the room was vivid because of the moonlight, and as she walked in, memories rush through her like a breached dam. It was her favourite places in the villa, her art room. Beautiful paintings were neatly hung on the wall. The smell of acrylics and oil paints were some of the smells she would never get tired of. She walked closer and found the painting of a fallen angel, it was a birthday gift she had sent her grandfather during her first year in America. In the painting, the angel was crying tears of blood as her wings were clipped off by a demon. The demon had fallen for her and so he cut off wings so she couldn't go back to heaven and would stay in hel

If Heaven's Angels felt nothing to kill newborns or harm them then what would they do to me: the guy who threatened their entire existence. This all felt so entirely fucked up. Heaven's angels were always portrayed as the protectors, the righteous one's from them all but if you dived deeper into them, you realize that they were not much different from Lucifer's following. They did things to please the Creator whereas Lucifer's following did things to please themselves; both used any means possible to get what they wanted in the end. Blood being spilled wasn't an issue to them since they lacked the decent conscious to overthink something.

In the deepest pit of the celestial pandemonium, Dulmore. There, Ichabod and all his wild angels exists. Some of his angels, he would send to Earth's realm to steal, to kill and to put into chaos, the humans and all their seeds. Just for fun. They would always come back and give account of their works to Ichabod their grande master, who sits on his blazing throne always. Each successful work on Earth's realm fetches them a new rank and pack in a hierarchical order.

He lifted a corner of his mouth, thinking how dumb Pika's idea was, how stupid these souls were to believe a guardian that hates him. "Are you all realizing your end?" He questions them, keeping a calm face, playing along with what they were plotting. "Isn't it time for all of you to surrender? Give up already!" "We don't know that word! No one taught us that!" The Angel of Death let out a dark chuckle, noticing how they all were ready to fire at him but their aim is the cube that the lady is imprisoned to. "Well then, let me teach you it!"

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."