Dc Comics Angels 소설 & 이야기

"You can't possibly order me again to reject Eriol! It has taken a toll on me in the past! You don't know how much I suffered!" His jaw pressed into a hard line. I had to step further away for caution. Angels couldn't harm humans, but they can choose to be a Fallen Angel whenever they like it. "Demons don't know love Andrea. Angels, Fallen Angels, Demons and any other entities, we aren't worthy of a human's love. That is how the Cosmos made us." I lifted my chin in an act of defiance. "If there is no exception, then to hell with it, " I said and attempted to exit the room again.

Closing my eyes, I said a silent prayer not to God but to the angels I had once lived amongst in heaven, hoping they would remember all I had done for them. "Angels, I know you can hear me; I know I have no right to ask this of you! But please- save this man! He is a good man! I need him! Please! I promise I will owe you a great debt!" Hearing nothing on the other side of my prayer, I sobbed silently; hot tears trickled down my cheeks, tasting the saltiness of them on my lips. How could I be an angel and not help this man? "PLEASE, I promise! I will come when you call!" I begged wholeheartedly. Feeling a warmth wash over my body divinity spreading through me from my core, I let out a breath

A few more tried attacking him here or there, but they could do nothing against his power. Their city was still pristine, but it was nearly empty. The angels had never been a prolific race, but the war had all but wiped them out. Their numbers were a mere fraction of what they'd been half a decade ago—with most of the survivors being only children themselves. They watched him with fearful and teary eyes from the shadows of barren buildings. He felt no pity for them—theirs was a race that courted death continually until death eventually took them up on their offer.

So somehow, Liam was not totally surprised when Renard had switched but the way he had and the situation around it was not something Liam had foreseen. Bringing his hands to wash his hair, he tried to remember how the war had broken out, Angels were supposed to be guardians to the humans and for an exceedingly long time, they were. At first, they had been fighting against the demons and for the humans but over the years, the things had changed. And although, he could not entirely place the blame on the Angels because the humans could be super annoying, he sometimes wondered what kind of a creature were they any way?

He is suddenly picked up and thrown across the cave. ****************************************************************************** “Drake!! Drake!! Can you hear me?!” Angel stares at the hole he fell into. He then senses the damage Drake is taking. His own power starts to boil up in reaction to his dear friend’s pain. Angel closes his eyes, “No! No! No! NO!” He then starts to glow red and pulsate with intense power. The wind starts to gather around him, quicker, and quicker, till it’s a shrieking gale. He then screams a blood-curdling cry, releasing the energy; the wind slams everyone into the far wall. Angel floats in mid-air with jet-black wings and fiery red hair. His hands trans

And in that moment, I understood something clearly, Angel wasn’t just a responsibility to him. She was his greatest wound.

he asked, his voice low and tender. I nodded slowly, a small smile breaking through. He swung his legs over the bed, and grabbed his shirt from the floor and pulled it over his head. I stared at the tattoo covering his entire back. It was a dark angel with black wings, and a female angel with brilliant white wings enveloped the dark angel in a gesture of comfort. Around them, deep red and black roses were intertwined. It was like it was telling a story to bridge the chasm between light and darkness. My eyes were glued to the way he moved his body. The muscles in his back bunched together, and his biceps jerked when he pulled his hand back to rub his neck. He cracked it side to side.

Angel’s POV Ace seemed torn, caught between the darkness that enveloped him and my offer. His voice cracked as he spoke, "But what if I never get better? What if I'm stuck like this forever?" I drew a deep breath, my voice filled with determination. "Ace, I won't pretend to have all the answers, but what I do know is that there are professionals who specialize in helping people like you navigate through this darkness. They have the tools, the knowledge, and the experience to guide you towards a path of healing. We have to believe that there is hope, that there is a chance for you to find peace and happiness once again."