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he listened to it say, reading the names in that familiar voice without bottom or mercy. “ . . . Ver’rier . . . Fla’uros . . . Sem’yaza . . . ” Booming in his head now, echoing down corridors of time. “ . . . Yom’yael . . . Del’ardo . . . Luc’ifer . . . ” So terrible, so final and resounding. The voice was Enoch’s, as always. Enoch the Scribe, who went on their behalf to plead their case, but who came back only to cite the decree and to condemn them one by each—paradise denied.

“Stevie is Abbadon. And Paulo. His true name is Lahash.” “And bear in mind, this is only human interpretation of who/what we are and the accounts that led us here. These are not concrete.” Ben added. I sat there perusing the books with titles like The Book of the Dead, Angels: The Fallen, Understanding Myth, The Book of Enoch, The Jubilees, and so on. Absently, I asked as I was paging through the books, “And why have Stevie and Paulo attached themselves to Carrie. Is she too an angel?”

“Reverend Fowler, please.” “The Book of Enoch actually called them Nephilim, you know. Fallen angels. Some forgotten monk transcribing manuscripts must’ve decided to call them giants so that’s what we call them today. It’s funny,” he said. “How different words can end up meaning the same thing. The pagans of the north knew about giants, too. They knew them very well. They still weren’t quite right, but they were closer to the truth than old Enoch. They called them Jotunn. Devourers.”

Lily literally falls for every hot dude she meets either in good circumstances or bad ones. “He is the Bratva’s first son, Vincenzo Salvatore De Luca.” My jaw ticked and my fingers dug into my palms, almost drawing out blood at the mention of his name. “Oh my gosh! He is so hot!” “Let’s go, Lily. I need to speak to Dad.” I walked past the dreamy girl, who wished she could have Vincenzo towering over her while whispering sweet nothings into her ear. But she had no idea that the devil does none of that.

I came clean but not totally. “I see," Kyle said but his expression didn't show any sign of condemnation or suspicion. “So what did you say it was again? Enchin...." I was struggling to recall exactly what he said. “Enochian," he helped me out. “Yeah, what's that?" I asked. “It's a language and that's what is written here," he answered. “Really? What type of language is that? What human native speak this?" “Not humans. Angels and demons," he replied and I was left shocked.

We bumped our heads into the steel bars and collapsed. After a few minutes, we blinked and our visions cleared up. We saw seven angels with different armors they have enormous white feathered wings and bulky muscles. I thought it was the end of the world. The ground shakes and breaks into pieces able to swallow us in the underworld while the angels judge the final verdict for mankind. I remembered what my father told me about the story of the archangels of God written in the Bible when I was a child. They fought great battles in heaven especially the light bearer SATAN who use to be the fallen angel and the traitor of his race. He is also the creator of the forces of evil and the villain of

"What? I am just asking how he is. Don't act out all jealous. He is pretty but I am a bros before hoes kind of guy." "Hoes?" Roy repeated. "Ah no Jeremy Chan is Angel. No fairy. No God in person. Okay?" Roy simply ignored Jun, feeling a burning sensation in his heart. He didn't like how Jun acted so close to Jeremy. They just met once and Jun was already using his cultural honorific with Jeremy. Jun sighed and headed for the customer gesturing for a refill. Roy checked the spirit shelves and the ingredients shelf before turning for his job, when a high pitched voice called out to him.

She also noticed how sad his eyes were. "Why do you have lonely eyes? You are supposed to be evil," she finally spoke to him. Even though she wants to punch this evil shit head, she will wait. "You are my enemy." He inhaled sharply before answering. "I can't answer why. I have this since the first time I opened my eyes. And yes, I'm your enemy. I am evil." "Why is that so easy for you to say? Angels are not supposed to be bad. Unless you are a fallen angel and you are delivering us to hell."

The quilt and bed linen is white, the television is 72 inches attached to the wall. "How much is your place?" asked Aza. "If you don't buy, then don't ask," said Dark. Aza just laughed. "You can't tell that tomorrow we'll be neighbours." Dark just took a peek at Aza and watched what he was watching. Aza is one of those fallen angels. Fallen angel means angels that have been expelled from heaven or angels that have sinned. And Aza was among them. However, Azra has already forbidden the fallen angels to intervene in the work of the reapers. But they remain stubborn and continue to interfere in the mission of other angels, particularly the Guardians. They brought confusion to the people who ar

As the Dunamis, her champions, they are the bureaucracy of the universe, attending to the checks and balances of things. There was Lucifer, most high, preeminent among the angels. He was her retainer, the one she whispered her fears, hopes, and dreams to. He is the Spirit of Knowledge. Next is Michael, the Spirit of God. Raphael, the Lord of Compassion. Metatron, the Prince of Counsel. Raziel, the Seraph of Knowledge. Gabriel, the Angel of Might. And Samael, the Ruler of Fear. Across the abyss, the sun rises on Earth.