Creepypasta Judge Angels Novels & Stories

“It is said that Azrael was a helper to God, but then he was cast down, like Lucifer himself, and now he resides in the pits of Hell, still overseeing The Book of the Dead as the Archangel of Death.” Ru stopped and considered what she’d just read. It all seemed silly to her. How could anyone even know who the angels were and which ones had been cast down from Heaven—if any of that were even true? “The demons are all just fallen angels,” she continued to read aloud, as if Piper were at all interested in what she had to say. “Whether or not our depictions of them are true is impossible to say.” You’ve got that right, she thought to herself.

bowed. "Angels who get drunk then commit adultery and kill" Liem said in his heart. "They both have forgotten that if the creator is all-seeing anything and in the end they both regret it and ask for forgiveness from the creator" said Angel Ropel. "The Creator who sees everything" Said Liem in his heart. "God finally gave 2 choices for them to be punished in this world or in the hereafter" said the Angel Ropel telling the story. "The punishment of the world or the hereafter" Liem said softly.

"She's not like the sluts you sleep with." I know! "Disappear," I order, and he walks away and flips me his middle finger. The guys stand up, then we make our way downstairs. "Where are you going?" my mom asks us as we reach the door. "Walking Angel to her gym class," Ted replies, and my mom nods. We walk out and start jogging so that we can join her. "Why the sudden interest with Angel?" Daniel suddenly asks as he jogs behind me. "I need a new prey," I simply say while stuffing my hands in my pocket.

'Funny you should say that actually, because usually I do. 'So, what's different now?' ' What's different?' he said, his face twisting bitterly. 'What's different, Casey, is that what happened yesterday should never have happened. That thing you saw – the Angel – is no ordinary angel sent out to wreak divine judgement on those that have seen our world. That Angel was a Cherubim and I haven't seen a Cherubim in a very, very long time.' 'A Cherubim?' I frowned. 'You mean, like a Cherub?'

She sat up. “Okay. . I have seen those souls and creatures with my own eyes and I do not have anyway to deny it. This is the underworld. That old, wrinkly man is Charon. And you are Hades, the god of hell. But--” she threw her arms in the air, palms up. “I am not Persephone, that just cannot be. I am Angelique. I have been Angelique the moment I was born. I am a mortal. I do not have any power. This is just impossible.”

Xavier stared at Chiara as she slept. She looked so peaceful and harmless as she slept, he never would have guessed she was a psychopath. The corners of her lips were curved in a smile and she looked angelic. The cold expression that was usually on her face was replaced with a happy expression.

Cordelia said as she continued crying. As Jared hung up the call, SAKI already knew what to do. Immediately, he ignited the car they were well on their way immediately Jared was done with the call. After several directions, they finally arrived at Cordelia’s apartment and Jared ran upstairs like he was a fire fighter on a mission. As Jared ran SAKI could only wonder, the angel who had made the mafia this way. As he ran, SAKI tried to put two and tow together. “Or is this the reason why my master wants to kill Brian?”

the lawyer replied "Do you have proof to support your claim?" the judge asked "Not really," Mrs Carter's lawyer replied "In the sense, that the evidence presented can be subjected to manipulation, we will discard the present evidence and would not be used in the judgement of his case. Carry on council, " said the judge "My lord, my client feared what Mrs Garcia would do looking at the lengths she went to end the relationship between her son and Ms Olivia and again, looking at what her daughter did, she wanted something that would keep her safe," the lawyer defended

“Yes, you, little one. And it's against hell's rules to help angels escape once they have fallen.” Lana shakes her head. “But I'm not an angel. That's crazy. I would know if I was an angel.” Bree steps forward and stands in front of her sister protectively. “My sister is not an angel; if angels even exist. I know because I was there when she was born.” Lucifer narrows his eyes at Bree, his mouth twisting into a sneer. “Listen, you little twit, I suggest you watch your tone before I rip you to bloody shreds.”

"I used to be a Weaver before I became a Reaper. Before, in my dreams, I always saw this angel that felt so close to me. I could see its face, but I didn't know its name. It constantly recurs in my dreams every night. I grew fond of that angel, and I think that's because I was a Weaver—as our blessings have something to do with emotions, maybe I couldn't use the blessings well that it controls me instead. "So, I decided to be re-classed. I also find Weaving a boresome task. I always see entities fall in love while I am lost, looking for that soul to complete me. So, I chose to be a Reaper, and maybe—just maybe, it could help me suppress my fantasies over that angel I had never met. And it wo