Demon Killing Angel Tattoo Novels & Stories

She quickly ran over and looked at my wound. The wound on my back was really torn due to my sudden movement. I could feel the slimy liquid on my white T-shirt. White T-shirt? Why do I wear it? Who changed my clothes? So they found my tattoo? Every Angel organization hunter must have angel wings tattooed on their body; I am no exception; my tattoo is on the left side of my waist. While I was in a daze, the blonde girl came to my side and was about to lift my T-shirt. I instinctively pushed her hand away in surprise.

Angel Michael assembles his Angels to fight, as a cherub I'm not allowed to fight because I'm 50 years only Angel above 100 are allowed to fight but I'm permitted to watch, and since I'm gifted by the Father with the spirit of healing, I can heal any angel who gets injured, Angel can be wounded and they die but when they die their soul will go back to the Father for reincarnation but without death, Angels can live forever without getting old, I'm 50 years but in the human world I will look 17, a thousand-year angel can look 25 in human age and be like that for as long as he lives, unlike what humans think Angels can't see the Father, we only feel his presence and he speaks to us. Angel Micha

Angel said. “No, Angel. I have a special dose of death serum for that bastard. I want him and his sons to be very dead. I am not taking chances with him, when I am done with him, then you can burn this shit hole down with their bodies in it. I must admit that’s the only way to wipe out the evidence that you guys were ever here,” Cole countered. Angel seemed to study him for a minute and then he nodded. “Ash!” Cole called put “On it boss!”

Demons used it on Angels to take revenge on them for murdering their loved ones during the war. Demons would take control over their mind by penetrating their brain and would make them kill their families. Once their wish was fulfilled, they used to revoke the magic. Bogged in despair and regret, the Angels used to commit suicide, ending up themselves sating the demons who celebrated their victory because they were successful in avenging their families without tainting their hands. It was like killing two birds with one stone. My jaw clenched as I watched that monster guffawing like a fool.

“Dantalion. Is the hearse ready?” “Yes,” said the night-skinned demon. His voice was like an underground cavern. He whistled, and out from behind a tree clopped a blue roan stallion, its blue-gray fur like a ghost. It whinnied, pulling a black carriage that a coffin would be perfectly displayed in. “That's a thing you put dead people in,” I said blankly. Samael replied: “And I'm the Angel of Death. It's proper decorum to drive a hearse.”

Her feet started to step. "Not yet! I haven't given up yet. So don't be overconfident, lowly." The angel said confidently. He is trying to get up from the slump. Rise with the remnants of his strength that was almost exhausted. But, the demon immediately stepped on the angel's chest. "But you will still die in my hands, Brother!" the devil is still the devil. Don't care about the condition of the opponent. He kept pressing his footsteps on the angel's chest.

But for stripping them of power, they would hunt the apostate to the ends of all worlds and give him such a death, that even my revenge would be a mercy. The demon left the pentagram, and I leapt on his back.

he replied while opening the door for me. "Let's go," I said, taking my steps towards the car, and immediately left for the inauguration of my hospital's special ward. It was all part of my plan to gain sympathy from the general public, but I had a different, more sinister plan. I would do anything to maintain my innocent angelic image in society. Some people think of me as an angel, and others see me as a god. But I am the devil. As I sat in the car, I couldn't help but let out a cruel smile.

The bad man looks at her with hatred. "If you offend us, we can curse you. Today, I am cursing the Demon named Ornan, the second son of the late lord of the underworld, that he no longer be able to regenerate his flesh and blood like any other immoral. His soul will be forever exiled to the dark world" she says and a yellow light comes from her and hits the bad man. This time the bad guy falls on the ground with a cry of pain. "Guardian Angels can't kill anyone, only warrior Angels can. That's the only reason your spirit still belongs to this world" she says glaring at him.

She was about to just give it all away. They didn't stop. It feels like someone ripped my heart out when Dylan gave me the full details of the party and how she was about to sacrifice her life. I felt anger but most of all despair. I guess Angel is right. I've taken away her freedom. And we haven't been with each other for a really long time. *** Quinn Daggers were our rival. They were the ones who were the real danger. They were the one who hurt the innocent and kill them. They show no mercy. And I hate people like them.