Novel & Cerita Doom Eternal Angel

" I am Doom! And will forever be Doom, No one crosses my path unless he desired death and chaos, I have been Absorbing Galaxies and Planets for Centuries now, This time when I Lord Doom has finally gain control over this Reality " " Reality will fall "

As if the chair had bitten her, she shot to her feet and pointed at me. “Rachel! You… You’re not dead…” I nodded. “I did die once, but I came back from hell. After all, there are still debts to settle.” I stared at her pale face and smiled brightly, asking, “Didn’t Victor tell you?” I paused before continuing, “In the Medici family, debts are always collected. They’re never left unpaid.” Her body swayed before she collapsed back into the chair, completely drained. “First thing,” I said, my gaze cutting into her like a blade. “Get up. That’s not your seat.”

But when I took them into my hand, my father's face flashed in front of me and I burned them. I don't have room for weakness. I have to be strong to survive my father. If I start keeping souvenirs of females, then that will be my downfall when I become desperate for another glimpse of her. I don't have the luxury of romance on my cards. My father was once an Angel, a warrior Angel sent to the underworld to maintain balance. The sinned souls were sent down and the pure ones are sent to heaven. If they wanted they can be born again with a different body and a life they wanted.

You will start all over again. Yes, he is hopping. But it seems like you have no point because you have no assurance, If he doesn't remember anything, what's the point of going back? And who will he turn to if the one person in the world that is important to him he can no longer remember? The final rite of presentation to the angels who will become full archangels is being carried out. The setting is on the shore where Zekiel remembers he and the other angels came from Some angels have been blessed as full archangels. There are also angels who chose to become humans. Emmanuel is one of them. For the first time, Zekiel agreed with its decision.

“She is the chosen one, and I believe that the two of us know what that means, no?” “The what?” Donatello asked before Ianos chuckled. “Ianos…” “She is the last descendant of the angels of the dark, and the one thing that I need to kill for immortality…”

Gates would never be allowed to come back to his full power, this was Liam's promise, this was an Angel's promise and it would stand for all eternity. *Be sure that there will always be two Angels and a mixed blood keeping watch day and night over the humans to ensure their continued existence.* The End.

Wings unfurl slowly behind them — not feathery, but sharp, metallic, blades layered like armor. Angels. Not gentle. Not kind. Enforcers. Every supernatural in the hall freezes. One of the angels speaks, voice echoing from everywhere at once. “Aiden Hale. Living Key. You are in violation of celestial balance.” My heart slams against my ribs. Matteo moves in front of me instinctively. “You can’t be here. This place is neutral.” The angel’s gaze slides to him, dismissive. “Neutrality has expired.” Another angel steps forward, eyes burning silver. “The Sentinel has exceeded his function.”

“So what does this mean for me, are you going to punish me and keep me down here until when?” “Forever!” Doom growled. “I cannot believe you would mess with the Angels.” He said shaking his head. “You have created quite a bit of a mess, I didn’t start to feel it until just know, this sickens me. I cannot believe you’ve been wrapped around Victor’s little finger all this time, I thought you were just misguided.” He said closing his eyes. “No pop I’ve been wrapped around yours far too long, Victor gave me an out.” Mike growled.

/ He laughed loudly, swinging his bat and hitting brittle objects in the fancy hotel. He is a Death Angel, his name is Draven Black. A modern-day grim reaper, wearing not a cape but a black emo suit with a pair of black wings to fly. He does not have a scythe, he has a bat for beating humans. His look is completed by black hair and an upside-down cross hung in his left ear.

he said as he stared at the burning building with the kidnappers inside screaming in pain. “Grim reaper?” confusion was on my face. He shook his head, “Non, I am Doom and I bring death to people.” “What do you mean?” I asked with confusion. He replied with a cold voice, “It doesn’t matter. You will forget about me anyway.” “I won’t… You saved me. I owe you my life,” I murmured. “You will, I will make you,” he softly mumbled as he slowly snapped his finger in front of me.