Romans & histoires Creepypasta Judge Angels

Matthew said softly, "what is certain is that I still love you like my own mother." Mrs. Matthew was still unable to speak, only her watery eyes now shone with extraordinary emotion. "The second-" Angel paused her sentence, feeling confused about how to explain her current condition in a simple sentence. "Maybe this sounds ridiculous and far-fetched, but actually Erick and Jack are not humans." "What?!" shrieked Mrs. Matthew frowned deeply. "And actually I'm not of pure human blood either," added Angel with a grimace. "Hah?" Mrs. Matthew snorted with her mouth open, "Are you guys trying to tease me or what? If you're not human, then what?"

“Judgment? Where's the brimstone? The rivers of lava?” “That's only reserved for the brats.” “Er, right. So how long does judgment take?” He grinned softly “It depends on the severity of your sins. The heavier the case, the longer the review. We want to be sure, beyond a doubt, that the ruling is correct.” “Is everyone punished?” “Only those with egregious sins.” We entered a smoky corridor filled with ornate doors. I wondered at the mythical beasts and foliage carved into the wood. “I am the Angel of Severity. I hold dominion over those whose veins run black with evil.”

He asked me while brushing his knuckles on my cheek. "I was wrong about you all. Angels are monsters. You will do exactly what your brothers and sisters did to the other Spirituals. They raped those creatures for their pleasure and left them with the hybrid children. You are a monster. You Angels were the reason behind the chaos. Not the Spirituals or their hybrid children." I yelled at him angrily. I knew it would anger him. And anger can make anyone make mistakes. I was waiting for him to make a mistake. I knew ways to slip into other realms. I just needed to free myself from his hold. But his hold was firm and I couldn't even move. For the first time in my life, I felt so helpless. I was

A bright white light pierced my eyes, and from somewhere above angelic singing poured out, causing tears of trepidation to come to my eyes. “Without special effects, nowhere,” the demon shook his head and pushed his palms away, slowly rising. - Can you deal with an angel? You look disgusting. - The abomination buzzed over the ear. Andras gave the freak a hard look. "Don't doubt it," he snapped, starting to run. And you can deal with an angel.

“This is our holy grounds made by purification, you are not allowed here.” “You had something—rather someone purified here? Something’s going on with heaven after all. You hear that Crocell? Maybe they have answers.” Lev raised a brow and sat down the sofa, legs crossed. “Crocell?” “So there was definitely something going on.” I deadpanned and the angel averted his eyes. Ah angels—if I do enjoy tainting things, angels we’re on the top of that list. They are pretty high on energy and fearful little creatures. I could live for months with what I can get. “Why are you here?”

I turned to look at her but her stunning white hair was the only thing I get to admire as she turned her back on me to go for the screaming Alex. "I am an angel who doesn't belong in the Underworld...."

I quickly made her a robe and covered her and I wore my cloths back and went to look for Luca. " I swear... this had never happened. I saw heaven clearly... I even saw few angels there... how is this possible... her body is just like an angel's. She is no normal human... Is she some angel? Did father send her here?" I kept asking questions in frustration and he has no answers for it. What is really happening? Dad... what games are you actually playing now? How was it guys? Guys why every one is not voting? Please vote it will take just a second.

It made Lisa feel good because it meant that her efforts were not going to waste. Lisa was a grim reaper or angel of death or a shinigami, every culture had a different name for beings like her. She was responsible for guiding discorporate souls, helping them accept death so they could move on to the other side. Whenever someone died in her district she would get an assignment or a prerogative as it was called in the business. Zadkiel was an archangel and her boss; he oversaw her work and that of 25 other reapers that worked in his province.

author pov Katia had arranged for the pack's teenagers to take the younger children into the packhouse to watch Disney movies while the adults discussed the new prophecy. As the children were gathering to go, she noticed that four individuals were making their way to the Alpha table, as she called it. They must have been who the four empty chairs were for. As they got closer, Katia recognized Crael, and she jumped to her feet suddenly when she got a better look at the second angel. Scooting around her chair, she rushed over to Crael and the other angel, "I know you." Katia said as she barreled into Crael shoving at him to move out of her way as she rushed on, "You were Thomas' fated mate. I