Novel & Cerita Ezekiel The Angel

*DING* Angela stepped outside the Elevator to the VIP section, her strides grew heavy as she closed in with Lucifer's room. Suddenly, she bumped into an unfamiliar face. "Sorry," It was a man; wearing a long black baggy hoodie under his grimy green Janitor's clothing. His hood hung low covering the portion above his nose. He excused himself and proceeded to the stairs. The elevator was empty...why would he take the stairs? Maybe it's because it was mainly reserved for Doctors and other visitors or perhaps he had to clean the stairs.

Eliza opens her eyes and turns from her lying position to see where the pain had originated which was her arm with a red mark on it after which she looked up to see whom or what had caused it, she puts her head up to come face to face with a beautiful man sitting on a rock close to her; he had gold hair and bright eyes to match, his musculature was of a slim build which spoke more of an athlete than a fighter, his appearance was nothing short of glorious as his skin glowed brightly with a strange and enchanting hue, he wore a flowing white gown and brown sandals with a bright smile on his face ELIZA : Jesus?? UNKNOWN MALE : of course not, the son of God is seated at the right hand of the Fat

Michael POV ‘If I lose her, I am coming for you”, I tell Daniel and I can see terror splashed all over his face. I am Raphael Lockwood’s son after all and if there’s something he taught me is to take care of what is ours, dealing with the consequences later. I look around and the amount of blood on the water and on the floor makes me feel a chill down my spine. I hope I got here on time. I walk fast behind the paramedics while they take Elisabeth to the ambulance. Her mother is following me crying. I try not to look at her, this is as much as her fault as it is Daniel’s, I don’t care what happened here. They are responsible for this.

Angela’s POV “Who are you?” I asked him while I’m clutching the blanket on my chest. He smiled at me sweetly. “I’m Cleidon. I’m your guardian angel.” I furrowed my brows at him. “You? My guardian angel? Are you insane or what?” “No! Believe it or not, I’m really your guardian angel. The almighty descended me here to save you.” I rolled my eyes and took the ballpen on my side table and pointed it to him. “You are a robber, aren’t you?” I took a step back. “Or maybe, a r-rapist?!”

I don't know if he intentionally flipped his head with that sassiness, but as soon as he faced me again, the slit smile on his lips vanished. "Aside from that, again, I am the Lord in this household. My face is too heavenly to be seen by a mere human species. I don't recommend it." I blinked repeatedly, and even though he offered his hand to help me walk, and even though I accepted it, I still couldn't believe his audacity. Did he just call me a mere human species?

He leaned his back comfortably against the sofa, one leg on top of another, and one arm over the back of the sofa. I swallowed hard and walked towards him, my steps steady but my heart racing. John's gaze bore into me with an intensity that both intimidated and fascinated me. This was a man who knew the ins and outs of the dark underbelly of society, a shadowy figure whose aid I sought in my quest. "Angel," he said, his voice a velvety whisper that sent shivers down my spine. "I've been expecting you." His voice hinted at absolute authority, a reminder of the power he held in his world. I maintained my composure, meeting his gaze with determination.

The angel’s eyes suddenly bulged out, his gaze quickly darting between Michael and I for a few moments, staring utterly speechless. “My apologies, I-I...” “Who sent you?” Michael suddenly asked, instantly cutting him off and giving the angel a harsh glare. “I...” Micah nervously fiddled with the silvery dagger, unable to find his words before Michael’s powerful voice angrily boomed, practically roaring at him, “WHO SENT YOU?” “The Elders, sir,” Came his quick answer, our archangel friends quickly freezing in their spots, feeling even Azrael suddenly tense beside me, his grip slightly tightening around me while Rick and I simply stared between them, utterly confused.

To me, it didn't sound like Ezekiel was needy or was actually harboring a deep dark secret. "You'll still die," Ezekiel said with anger flashing in his eyes.

Dogs help in the judgment of souls. "And what is your role, after all?" I asked. "They call me the Angel of Death, Elena," he said, looking totally oblivious to my widening of eyes." I am the last vision a human has before he really dies. I am the one who will arise after a fulminant heart attack and will offer the human death a calm death. The one who will be with open arms to support the bodies of those who fall from high altitudes. The one who will bring comfort to those who die of hunger. The one who will sing a prayer to the desperate and suffering. I am, even after being expelled, the creature that God can use to separate a soul from a human body, and I am also the one who can designat

Ezekiel is based off a real person lol. \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \