Novel & Cerita Doom Eternal Angel

Albert ranted Sera was completely dumbfounded by the news.... Desmond was once a human spirit too? She wondered "Does it means he was supposed to be born?Then how did he become an immortal? She asked. "can't I also become an immortal and stay by his side? She asked again but got no reply from Albert "All you need to do is kill the immortality in him" Albert said "What?" Sera exclaimed "Yes, and thats the main reason you are going to earth" Albert stated while Sera gape at him in shock

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

Adom looked away from the squabbling creature's and back towards the battle. There was a cloud of magic that hung over the fighting masses and he smiled as it continued to swell with every death-Angels death, that is. Thousands of demons had been lost, but they were never truly alive to begin with. Their essences would be cast back into hell and they would be reborn once more with only the need to fight. But the hundreds of dead Angels . . . their souls had been been carefully collected. Lucifer would consume some of them but others would be repurposed into greater demons to serve him.

I agreed to listen closely and keep an open mind. “First you need to know, I am not who you think I am. I am an angel. I was sent here to make sure you stayed away from Damien and Lucifer. Things changed when I met you and I fell in love with you. Ramiel came today to tell me that someone has been hunting down angels looking for him and myself. There is a place called Halo it is basically a spa and day club for angels to hang out in. Whoever this person is managed to get past security and infiltrate Halo. They killed everyone there. All the angels and all the humans who worked there. We think it was Damien and we think he was trying to find you.” I could tell he was serious the emotion roll

he began, “I’ve got a lotta questions. Mostly about how real you are. About how real all of that is.” “We’ve got questions too,” said Eva. “Specifically, what sorta demons you’ve got hidden in your code.” Stone blinked. Demons? “We have met up with Bellum Aeterna NPCs,” said Miko. “They are real here. Living, breathing humans. They have lives. Families. Pets. We have specifically had dealings with the NPC Toymaker, who is a fearsome entity in this universe.” “If these kinds of NPCs got ported over,” Eva said, “then it stands to reason that other, more seriously dangerous shit is out there. We need to know about ‘em, before they become a problem.”

He started, lowering his gaze on his lap for a few moments, “Usually, only the ones who had fallen from grace have black wings...” “But I...” He paused again for a moment, “Because of who I am, I was also blessed with neutrality...which means that I can freely walk in both Heaven and Hell as well, completely unaffected.” “Why?” I simply asked, suddenly drawing his attention back on me. He sighed, his deep blue orbs twinkling with an emotion I obviously failed to read as he stared deep into my eyes, “I am the Archangel of Death, Blake. This is my job. I have to guide the souls to their final destination, whether is to heavenly peace or eternal torment...” He quietly explained, making me sudde

“That’s the place for our Eternal Vow!” “I owe her my life.” “I don’t care what you owe her!” My voice cracked like a whip. “A blood bond is sacred, Darius! It was supposed to be for us—” “One year,” he cut me off, his bloodshot eyes wide with disbelief. “A life is on the line,” he snarled. “How can you not understand?” “I promise, I’ll break it when the term is up. She’ll live, and you will still be my one and only eternal mate.”

The WORLD is full of Love and Hate. Only people with Courage choose to Love since it requires wearing your heart on sleeves and not many people can do that. —Mehak Gupta *plays The Nights by Avicii* AUTHOR'S POV: An Overview about Foundation When humans use words like Angels and Demons, Good and Evil, they don't realize how close these things existed near them. It's not just the not-so-human beings but also the worlds where these kinds existed. Most of the people categorized Angels and Demons to be living in Heaven and Hell with the predefined characteristics of pure and taint respectively which wasn't even ten percent correct. Heaven and hell were the places where a person's soul would be t

"Please, Spare me. I'm sorry I wouldn't try to spy on you again. I wouldn't even live in this country anymore. Please I beg you." His eyes shifted to the man who knelt in front of him and begged desperately while joining his hands. "You know what!? I like the thing in your eyes, fear. I would like see that more." He said chuckling at the sight of the man getting more pale then before. "please Mr. Damian, Ple-" "It's Hades, Just Hades." Damian growled as he stood up from his seat and within a fraction of seconds he pointed his gun to the man's head while eyeing him with rage.

"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.