Demon Angels Names Novels & Stories

"For the goodwill of heaven's council and by the votes of all fellow Angels, Laurent, is hereby relieved of his duties under the name of our lord, he has been exiled from the community of Angels and given the domain of fallen by the order of our lord. He may not hold any power over the godly actions taken by the Angels unless and until asked to do so. May lord give you his blessings." The announcer yelled out for everyone to hear. Laurent stood at the side clad in white, looking straight ahead, his yellow-green eyes cold as ice and hands wound behind his back like a soldier. His head held up, proud.

Demons" are quite fair. We aren't necessarily evil, yet people like to believe there is an actual concept between good and evil and we are the lesser half." He stops talking and waves his finger for me to follow. My body moves on its own as I start to follow King Bael. "You might humans think that Angels are the side of righteousness and we "Demons" are the side of despair. Angels are no better than what you make us out to be. You are pawns to Angels like Michael, Gabriel, and especially Metatron." He walks us into a door and opens it. Inside was a table with 2 chairs adjacent to each other. He takes a seat in one and points me to take the other.

“Then what are we dealing with, if not demons.” “Kings of dead universes, crotchety spirits wanting to walk again, the leftovers of an alien race, the memories of physical beings cast aside, some zeitgeist aspect made real, ancient watchers frozen in stone, entities of pure spirit who have never known flesh. Take your pick. Though, I hazard the last is probably what you’ve been describing. What name did you give it?” “Calach.” “That’s a loser. Really fucking bush league. Go big or go home is what I say. You know some big demonic titles, use them. Or try an angelic name, that’ll give you some weird results.”

This was where the demon would attempt its final ascension, seizing complete control over Alex's body and soul. Without wasting a moment, Mia and Heartman began the ancient chants, their voices harmonizing with an ethereal resonance that filled the chamber. The words reverberated through the air, a powerful incantation designed to weaken the demon's grip and dismantle the altar. But just as the chants reached a crescendo, the ground beneath them began to tremble. The stone floor cracked open, and Alex emerged, flanked by his loyal followers who had been twisted and corrupted by the demon's influence. Their eyes glowed with a sinister crimson light, and the air crackled with malevolent energy

Relaxing, Faelon gave him his thanks. "Did you apologize to my son?" He asked sourly. "Yes and he's in the living room playing with my twins," Faelon growled firmly back. Gabriel placed his hand on his shoulder and sighed. "I have a list of earthbound bound demons that must be eradicated," the Archangel stated as he handed Faelon a piece of parchment. Faelon's eyes widened as he read the names noted upon it. Several he knew and some he had grown up with. He exhaled deeply seeing Noah Brinx's name and side-eyed Gabriel.

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.

he muttered. "The gateway to hell has been opened," Zeoling grinned. The remaining angels leapt awake when the eyes of the monster's angel opened wide. "Let's go to Earth for a holiday, Angels!!" Zeoling exclaimed loudly. "Angels? We're demons! When we followed the devil to hell, we became demons," one of them added. "Demons, demons, demons. Alright. Who's coming?" The demon of hatred, Zeoling, inquired. "We are, but why aren't you curious about why it was opened after all these centuries?" The sorrowful demon inquired.

I couldn't help but recall the night when I suffered an unbearable stomachache. When I opened the door and saw her, I knew right then—she was the angel in my heart. Even though it was strenuous to carry me on her back, she still forcefully took me to the clinic. From that moment, I eagerly awaited our next meeting. Later, when I saw her in a video Rachel posted online, I realized she was Rachel's roommate. This gave me the perfect excuse. I told Rachel I wanted to visit and conveniently mentioned I had no money.

His crying eyes narrowed. Color slowly drained from his burning cheeks, leaving only the sick shame behind. God, he wanted to puke. Or gargle holy water. Or set himself on fire. He hated him—that silver-eyed sin incarnate, with a Roman statue’s face, a body like Michelangelo’s sculpture with the morals of a drunk alley cat. ‘I didn’t even know his fucking name!’ disappointment filled him. ‘Very classy Angel. Very Classy.’ He cursed the demon-like bastard in every language he knew.

Thea said. “They’re the opposite of the shadow demons. They emit light. They clear your mind instead of muddling it. Though they will continue to sing your praises, the difference is they mean it. The shadow demons repeated the words. Your angels understand what you are, that you made them, and want to serve you. Their honorifics spring from true purpose.” “You gave us angels?” Thea said, watching as angels flooded out of the portals to the Underworld. The rest of Lilith’s army had still been down there, animated by shadow demons, waiting their turn to join the fight.