Creepypasta Judge Angels Novels & Stories

The original peace treaty still lay in the position it had millenniums beforehand, untouched by visitors. Dusty pages flipped silently. Words flew threw his mind at inhuman speed. He had been reading about the unwritten rule of pureblood angels. These angels were to only be royalty, however it came with a deadly price. Many of these newborns were ticking time bombs of anguish and destruction, having the power to level entire cities. Some never made it past infancy. This caused a very large shortage in heirs to the throne, with only one child surviving every millennium.

" said Jeffery . " What do you mean ?" asked Cynthia . " The other side is for the supernatural creatures who created sins intentionally ..its like a supernatural hell worse than human hell ...the good ones find peace when they die your mother was an angel and she was a pure soul there is no chance she'll be trapped on the other side she would have found peace .." said Jefefry . " But my father was a demon can i talk to him atleast ?" asked Cythnia .

“Okay, well, what about Demons? Fairies? Angels? Trolls? Shifters?…” “Not really, as there aren’t that many of them around anymore. No one has seen an Angel in over a thousand years same goes for Demons…” Again Nathaniel answers Skylar's questions. “Well, according to one of these files, they have found them… And a lot of them, all different species... However, the only one they haven’t managed to get their hands on was the Angel, but they know who and where he is.” “So, what are their numbers?” “It doesn’t say numbers but there is a note attached to the bottom that each time they attack a clan, a pack or any group of supernaturals they take the strongest and the ones that would be the best

“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.”

I murmur, an unhinged smirk stretching across my face, "I guess I'm taking the sky route." I tilt my head up. The Throne Angel descending toward me is magnificent nightmare fuel. He is a massive, interlocking gyroscope of pale-blue wheels, spinning endlessly in the dark. Hundreds of glowing, unblinking eyes are embedded in the rings, all locking onto me at once. A normal person staring at a biblically accurate angel would drop to their knees, crushed by the sheer, terrifying weight of divine pressure. But my Reaper blood doesn't feel fear. I look at this spinning, multi-eyed wheel of holy judgment, and only one thought crosses my chaotic mind:

My trembling hand skimmed over the brown old pages, the light provided by the small flashlight shakily dancing over the book, my slightly labored breathing being the only sound reaching my ears as I sat hidden behind the huge chair, hurriedly skipping over the words. "...a fallen angel is a wicked or rebellious angel that has been cast out of Heaven...” “For if God did not spare angels when they sinned, but cast them into Hell and committed them to chains of gloomy darkness to be kept until judgment...”

That man has no idea what's in store for him. ~~~~~~ "Welcome to killer angels. You're officially a member now" G says smiling. "Just like that?" "Of course not. You will need training first and let me tell you as early as this that our angels don't fail. You fail, you die" I stumble over my feet "What?" "You will be given tests and the results will determine your rank. I don't care what you do or how you do it. There is only one rule. Survive" Why does this feel like more than I signed up for? Why is she talking about death?

I begin to exclaim when Eros's words suddenly replay in my mind. Far from, darling. Just wait and see. "Fuck my life... that son of a bitch was right. It was real." I state, feeling as though a bucket of cold water has been thrown over me. "I'm guessing your referring to meeting with the Gods who marked you?" he asks, and I nod my head. "Yes, it's very real. Greek gods and angels are both real. Us angels, are descendants from the Greek Gods themselves. Here to aid them when they please." he begins to explain.

But they did not do such a hassle thing when two mere zombies died as collateral from an angels’ squabble. Really, such a system is rotten to the core. But I am not afraid to be judged. I reviewed the guidebook a hundred times over and the death of Angelo is something that could not be helped after crossing the Forsaken Lands intentionally. What a dumb thing to do, to rely so much upon their holy fire. “Murderer.” “Killer.” “Psychopath.”

A) John Ozais Screeman B) Khloe Dave C) Maria D) Jace E) Juliet F) Sam G) Raphael H) Pete Pratt I) Butt J) Claire Johnathan K) Margaret Johnathan L) Hilda M) Arakah N) Azazel O) Hades P) Gefion Q) Morgana Le Fay R) Danrakah S) Abyss Whom amongst the fallen Angel's was punished greatly? A) John Ozais Screeman B) Khloe Dave C) Maria D) Jace E) Juliet F) Sam G) Raphael H) Pete Pratt I) Butt J) Claire Johnathan K) Margaret Johnathan L) Hilda M) Arakah N) Azazel O) Hades