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I begin to exclaim when Eros's words suddenly replay in my mind. Far from, darling. Just wait and see. "Fuck my life... that son of a bitch was right. It was real." I state, feeling as though a bucket of cold water has been thrown over me. "I'm guessing your referring to meeting with the Gods who marked you?" he asks, and I nod my head. "Yes, it's very real. Greek gods and angels are both real. Us angels, are descendants from the Greek Gods themselves. Here to aid them when they please." he begins to explain.

Just like a guardian angel. Though, a fallen one.

I pleaded and inhaled sharply when she told me yes. "I heard you're my guardian angel," I mumbled and Grace gritted her teeth and cursed. "You can thank my asshole father for that mess. He assigned me so I'd have to end my relationship with you Mortas, guardian angels can't be involved with who they are guarding so we should not, ugh you understand," she mumbled irritatedly. So she was breaking some major angel rules to be here with me. I smiled at my little delinquent wife. "I thought only full blood angels could be guardians," I said softly and Grace shrugged her shoulders.

Only some people go out to get what is most necessary, then the rest of the world seems to have cowardly hidden from them. Up in the sky, the angel who revealed his existence to those of this city is standing as a guardian, watching everything and nothing at the same time. 'He is in a state called Guardian Trance, a state that allows him to be in touch with every living creature around him. They use this to be alert in case some of those so-called dark Angels decide to interfere again.' I hear Kade in my head as his hand squeezes mine.

He studied her expression before asking, “What do you want?” “A lot.” Azrael answered and jumped from the stairs, “You can give me a few.” she pointed to the Mark under his scapula, it looked like a simple tattoo if you wouldn’t stare into it, but in reality, it looks like a fresh burn Mark made by blacksmiths as it actually glows and burns, “Do you know any other celestials that live among humans?”

"What could that be? Amelia asked shivering. "The question is who could that be " Eric replied quiet unmoved by the gun shots. "It could be Derek, Samantos, Anna or anybody ". He took the fork and knife. He held the full chicken on one of the trays with the fork and cut it with the knife. He picked it with the knife into his mouth savoring every taste. "God please forgive me, holy Mart take control. Angel Micheal, son of God. I mean Angel Gabriel, the son of God, oh my fucking God, someone should just take control ". She was breathing heavily as she said the prayers.

Now he was finally having some use to it. She smiled shyly, “I’ll accept this then. Thank you so much.” Heather gently pulled her shirt, “Mama, I think he is my guardian angel. But he can’t tell me because he can’t lie.” Allen quickly left while they were busy talking about how he was a guardian angel even though he was the perfect opposite of an angel. He hid from a corner after the two realized that he was gone. “I told you mama, he’s my guardian angel.” Heather exclaimed happily.

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

Right after that conversation, without wasting another moment, I spread my wings and flew out of the shining Golden Kingdom of Heaven, descending rapidly once again toward the earth, ready to begin my new mission and protect the life of Ynnah Francine Seung. It was meant to be just another assignment to me—something I wanted to complete as soon as possible so I could return home. I told myself that I would finish it sooner or later without getting involved or attached. The moment I set foot upon the earth once more, I immediately began searching for the girl I was sworn to guard and shield from all evil. Finding her was not difficult at all. I received help and guidance from other Guardian A

They are all black with white tips. Alex says that’s how they know that my mother, whoever she was, was an Angel. My demon side is shown through the color change in my eyes. Angels have white/silver eyes, and Demons have neon green eyes and fangs. My eyes are neon green, and I have fangs. Angels don’t develop tattoos as wings. They have wings from the moment they are born. Demons develop tattoos that turn into wings. However, their wings are leathery and clawed; instead of feathered. That’s how they know that I’m a hybrid.