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' Ethan smiled as he looked down at his hands, where he'd peeled the label off the bottle again, this time somehow managing to peel it off in one piece, his fingers tearing a shape out of the thin paper. 'It's a story about one of their own,' he said. 'The first Angel to fall. The first one to question. The first one to defy. The one who started it all. It's a Gospel, but not one that was ever going to make the final cut. The book is the Gospel of Lucifer.' I sucked in a breath, felt my stomach flip, my muscles weaken. I stared at him, was unable to take my eyes off him. When I spoke, my voice trembled. 'Why did your parents have that book, Ethan?'

A powerful one. "Is that...?" Verenya whispered. I watched the falling light twist and spin toward the earth, glowing with heat and glory and sorrow. Feathers burned to gold. Grace unraveling in a firestorm. A fallen angel. Falling... not randomly. Falling toward Seralyn Keep. I smiled slowly and glanced at my sister goddess. "Interesting," I murmured. "Another piece on the board." Verenya arched a brow. "Yours?" "Oh no," I said, smirking. "I haven't touched the angels in centuries. This one's falling by choice."

said Josh. “Many texts have spread in the world about Samael. He was a fallen angel. Enoch described him as a prince of demons and a great magician. In the book of revelation, Samael is the serpent with 12 wings. He also stood up against Israel, and he tempted David to count Israel. Isaiah also described him in The Ascension of Isaiah. Isaiah mentions Samael as the leader of the army of demons. And he mentions first the angel as Samael and then Satan.“ said Tyler. “So they’re one creature?” Beatrix asked.

He took a deep breath and began speaking again. “So I found some old text that talked of a love story between two angels,” he said as he began searching for something on the table. He pulled out a book and skimmed it. “The two angels in question were Rachel and Lucifer,” he said, and I scoffed. He looked up at me with a disapproving look, and I shrugged with a grin. “Oh, come on,” I said, “Like we didn’t see that coming.” Elias chuckled while Aaron rolled his eyes. He shook his head and looked back down at the book.

"Who has the book? "I screwed up, with no time to beat around the bush. The man didn't even blink. "His name is Ciasbe, fallen angel of the kingdom of envy. He performs services in the woods with nomadic humans. I found this body there, at the stake. They meet every full moon Friday.. And then they read the book, and a portal is opened in our world. It is through this portal that we cross, but many of us are really caught by the archangels. Only the smartest can find their way to the woods and possess humans.”

This didn't go unnoticed by Roy and his lips thinned, fingers pausing from turning over the pages—to see Monroe smirking slyly. Roy avoided the deliberate probe from Monroe, sneakily shifting his chair closer to Jeremy, so that their arms brushed each other—whenever they moved. Jeremy, unaware of Roy's doing, decided to take out his own book for studying. A book with black cover, fairly thick and very warmly coloured illustration of a man in ancient greek clothes, adorned the front. Translated by Mary M. Innes, Ovid's Metamorphosis, it said. Monroe took a glance at the book, Jeremy put on the table and curiously propped up from her seat, to read the title.

Nephilims are a race of beings who are half human and half fallen angels, they are granted angel life spans and human souls, but most of them are lucky enough to have powers while some just have long life spans. Nephilians are a race of celestial beings also known as guardian angels. After the Originals, then the fallen, then the Aryiks, Nephilians were next in line. Originals are a race of celestial beings who were created by the Moon Goddess herself, and I am one of them. Fallen is a race of celestial beings who were sent down to earth either as punishment or as a request made by them, they lose their wings in the process.

The necklace, still faintly glowing, felt heavy against her chest as if it, too, held secrets waiting to be uncovered. She made her way downstairs quietly, avoiding the bustling kitchen where Rose was likely preparing breakfast. Instead, she sought solace in the library, a sanctuary of knowledge and quiet contemplation within the main house. The shelves were lined with ancient tomes and volumes on supernatural lore, each holding a promise of insight into the world beyond human understanding. Andrea pulled out a dusty book on werewolf mythology, flipping through its pages in search of any mention of beings like her—half-human, half-something else.

“Stevie is Abbadon. And Paulo. His true name is Lahash.” “And bear in mind, this is only human interpretation of who/what we are and the accounts that led us here. These are not concrete.” Ben added. I sat there perusing the books with titles like The Book of the Dead, Angels: The Fallen, Understanding Myth, The Book of Enoch, The Jubilees, and so on. Absently, I asked as I was paging through the books, “And why have Stevie and Paulo attached themselves to Carrie. Is she too an angel?”

“Reverend Fowler, please.” “The Book of Enoch actually called them Nephilim, you know. Fallen angels. Some forgotten monk transcribing manuscripts must’ve decided to call them giants so that’s what we call them today. It’s funny,” he said. “How different words can end up meaning the same thing. The pagans of the north knew about giants, too. They knew them very well. They still weren’t quite right, but they were closer to the truth than old Enoch. They called them Jotunn. Devourers.”