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Xavier smiled at him. "Are you still investigating Dante?" Nick raised his eyebrow and gave him a hard look. Xavier knew the look was fake, this was their routine, Nick would order him to stop his investigation and Xavier will continue, Xavier will get in trouble with the higher-ups and Nick would bail him out. It was what made them close, Nick had once told him that he admires his stubbornness. "No, he suddenly disappeared." Xavier said in a flat voice. "I'm sorry about that, kid. But I've got something even better for you." Nick was happy the investigation was over, it had turned out to be very dangerous and he just wanted out, so he offered to give him another operation to raise his spiri

were standing near the door to the room. They were the opposites to Hades and his Demon friends, they were darkly handsome, oozing sexuality and seduction, irresistibly attractive to both males and females. Not the men looking at her, they were just as tall and just as powerful and stood like Roman Centurions in their golden armour, they had long golden hair and deep blue eyes. Goodness seeped out of them, along with kindness and love, their souls were pure and Melody instinctively knew what they were, 'You, you, oh my gosh, you are Angels.' She whispered getting to her knees and bowing h

And me—I was pinned against the altar, the dark angel’s lips trailing down my neck, his hands spreading me open like I already belonged to him. Mira pulled back from her angel for air, panting. “What… what are you?” “Your salvation,” he whispered against her lips. His hand slid down her waist, burning her through her dress. “And your ruin.” The dark angel pressed me tighter to the altar. His eyes glowed, fire dancing inside them. “Say the word, mortal. Tell me you don’t want this, and I’ll let you go.” I opened my mouth. Nothing came out. My silence was louder than thunder.

I open the Team Rankings and lock onto my targets for tonight: [Rank 1: Elite Squad 1]. An hour later, I lock the door to Arlo's dorm. He's already turned his desk into a glowing, state-of-the-art hacking terminal. "Show me the nightmare list," I order, leaning over his shoulder. Arlo brings up the high-res patrol files. We scroll past the ridiculously handsome Archangel and Vampire. Then, I freeze. I stare at the third target for a solid minute. "Arlo...did you accidentally d******d a picture of a UFO?" "That's Raziel," Arlo shivers. "He doesn't use his human form. He's a biblically accurate Throne Angel."

Sitting flawlessly at the head of the long mahogany table, illuminated only by the faint red glow of the emergency floor lights, was Julian Cross. The Archangel wasn't wearing a thermal re-breather mask. He wore a pristine, bespoke charcoal suit. His hands were folded neatly on the table. He didn't look surprised that they were alive. He looked directly at Zara, a slow, terrifying smile spreading across his aristocratic face. "Flawless architecture, Sovereign," the Archangel murmured smoothly, his voice echoing in the massive room. "I heard the exhaust turbines engage five minutes ago. You always were brilliant with infrastructure."

“All angels are blood thirsty. Look at Iraziel. How many people has he killed, trying to get to me?” “More than you think.” Noah replied, closing the book in his hands. Where Thorne was dark, brooding and the muscle of the trio; Noah was paler, louder and the brains. Well... as brainy as you could get, when you were a demon. “Archon is a thousand times worse. He is one of God’s highest generals, only just under the feet of the Arc-Angels. And let me tell you one thing… you don’t want those fuckers anywhere near you. If you think Archon has plans for you… The Arc’s are worse. They won't want to keep you alive, they will want to skin you and make an example out of you.”

Their protective wall was burning out. "Run, get her out of here" I commanded as he ran by. I felt a huge gust of air and when I turned around, both he and Ava were gone. With their protective wall down, the hoard was now back to running to us, to kill. The weapons of the Archangel started to glow brightly as they came closer and suddenly, I understood. They were designed to kill demons.

Whatever the latter meant. They relaxed their offensive stance at the sound of their master's subtle cough and peeled out of his sight when he tapped at the shoulder of the one that looked the most aggressive. "The Archangels are not some ordinary cult group, Angel. We are the rulers of the underworld, yes, and that's not necessarily a bad thing." He sat beside me and explained to me with the tone a mother uses when reasoning with her ignorant child. I couldn't believe my ears!

“-the archangel's right. I saw a shadow black as pitch on the Metro. Had no idea what the hell it was doing. It just stood there over the subway grate. Watching.” “They're Watchers, he said. Like from the legends of old-” “Don't say such a thing! Such evil never walked the earth. Those are lies the angels tell so we don't dare to question their actions.” The bar fell silent as Samael entered. He sighed and slumped into my seat, ink stains on his face. “I'm exhausted,” Samael bemoaned. “You're crushing me!” He ignored me. “Women's thighs are delightfully soft. Damien, is there any vodka?- ah.” He tipped the bottle towards me as he scanned the ledger. “Want some, maggot? I apprec

He’s the only one who flashes a smile but Azrael gave him a glare. The last boy was Radeuriel, has clean fringed-up chestnut brown hair and is the tallest and leanest. His ocean blue eyes fits with his long and narrow nose and thin lips that smiles eerily for Azrael. For an Angel, he has a piercing on his left eyebrow and lower lip. They were the Angel of Wrath, Mercy, the Earth, Command and the Archives, respectively. “Give this up. You know it won’t work.” Yerachmiel said, his voice is set as a quiver.