Demonic Angels Names Novels & Stories

"The display of chaos was caused by dark Angels, who manipulate and corrupt pure animals to their will. They want to hurt your wife, they want to bring down the heirs of the future before they are born." Did he just say 'heirs of the future'? He is talking about my children, I know he is. But the huge importance of those names makes me shiver. Caleb holds me and I let him. "You will need to explain more about what you just said, but not here. We are dealing with many threats and these lands have become unsafe." The Angel, who now we know his name is Raziel, simply nods and follows us. Demark and Smithson continue in their wolf form; perhaps they feel safer like this, and Pearl follows us clo

It’s brutal. We fly on. From the light, three figures emerge. I don’t need introductions. I know who they are. Azazel—Lucifer’s second-in-command, and chief torturer. They’re in a female form today, with a whip in one hand and a tail that moves like a weapon. Ramiel—a fallen Watcher angel, one of the first to defy the Godhead. Banished, bitter, and now one of Lucifer’s most faithful. Dagon—a former god of the Philistines. Defeated by the Godhead himself, thrown into Hell, and now reborn through Lucifer’s vengeance.

Ahsoka peeks her head around me to look at the woman. “My name is Celine, leader of the Star Coven. I am a witch. With me are Pierre and Xavier, they are warlocks. I believe I know what you are.” “So just tell us.” I am starting to get irritated with her. “Dimidietas Angelus,” she whisper’s more to herself. “What is that,” I ask. “It translates to half-angel.” “I thought they were called Nephilim?”

She says softly with disbelief in her eyes. "Demons are just angels who have fallen from grace." I replied. "How does an angel fall from grace?" Luna asks as she raises an eyebrow at me.. "Well most angels fall from grace because they disobey or ignore a direct order from the high council. When that happens they are sent to the demonic realm and are reborn as demons." I replied. "Then why do demons work so closely with angels?" She asks.

“Where is it?” “Which Gods have already chosen angels?” I stay on the mat and ask. “A few. The God of Mischief, Rain, Fertility, Flora, Fauna and of course The God of Hell chose The Daemonium. Those are just the ones I can think of off the top of my head and the ones who are here.” He answers and we begin to pack away and clean up. “What do you mean the ones who are here?” I can’t help my confusion.

The demons Marsha was using to perform rituals. "They are fake demons. I know nothing about how and when they were created. But they are being used for something that was forbidden by all the angels. Angels like Gabriel, Michael, Azrael and Raphael. And of course, the king of hell, the dark king Lucifer." I added and all the other demons turned around to look at the fake demons. I was watching their faces. Something was off about them. They all had the same shocked look on their faces. As if they were looking at something they knew but they were not expecting it to be like that. It definitely made me wonder if they were actually fake demons.

The place smelled of alcohol and desperation, and I didn't dare ask who these people were. "What is this place? And what did you tell him?" I whispered to Amber, as the bartender led us ahead, showing the way. "I simply said I wanted to see one of the Archangels. The one we seek is Lucifer. He's known as the Angel of Death. They say he's never failed a job, but I've heard he's quite expensive. But we need the best if we're going to find Tyler before the Alpha King gets his hands on him!" Amber muttered seriously.

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.

I scrubbed my hand over my face because I knew where she was going with this, but that did not mean that I had to appreciate or enjoy it. “Delmars. They’re a subspecies of demons who have the most potent seer-like abilities. If this creature is indeed part Delmar, then we definitely have a problem.” Ziyah nodded and gave me a gentle look. Chris and I exchanged a look as well because he knew just as much as I did about all of this. “Delmars can only be killed by an angel blade. It’s rumored that they’ve all disappeared over the centuries,” I explained to those who did not know about Delmars.

"Actually…something more specific. What books have named demons in them?" The shopkeep lowered her glasses to eye me incredulously. "You're writing a paper about demons?" "Something like that." She shrugged. "Look at shelves eighteen, nineteen and twenty. Any book that says demonology or mentions fallen angels is a good place to start." "Fallen angels?" I echoed. "In Christian theology, the first demons were fallen angels. Depends on who you ask." I looked away from her to the stacks. "Oh. Okay. Thanks." "Anything else?"