Hazbin Hotel Heaven Angels Novels & Stories

I could not even look at them. I got to my room and locked the door. I was so scared for my safety. " How long has this been going on? What did Angel do? Or is she paying for the sins of her father? Did Japheth do something to her?" I kept asking. My head was getting hot as well, and I felt like it was going to blow off. Why would anyone think of hurting little Angel? It was unthinkable. So many silly people were in this house, and it made me sick. I wonder what kind of food is being served to Japheth.

. That's what I called Heaven's Water. It tasted really good. "I thank you my angel," he thanked and took a sip. I also took a sip and looked at him again. “Something is depressing you” “Lilith. I fear bad things ... “I looked at him blankly. What should bad happen here in paradise, the peaceful kingdom of heaven? "Do not worry. I will always be by his side! ”Came from me and I leaned over to him. He smiled softly and reached out to me, but let it stand a few inches above my cheek. “I thank you for these self-sacrificing words.” Instead of touching my cheek, as I had wished, he brushed a strand of my hair from my face with a fingernail. If I had known that this was the last, loving gesture I

I encouraged, expectantly looking at him, feeling already curious. “Blake...we are not humans.” Ok, this guy over here has officially lost his brains. “You’re not? Then what are you, aliens?” I joked, letting out a small chuckle, noticing how his expression remained unchanged. “No, Blake. We are angels. The Archangels.” “Yeah, right. And I’m Virgin Mary.” At least the first part is true. “Wait, what?” I suddenly heard him ask. What the hell? Did I just say that out loud?

At Heaven Far above, Zadkiel, accompanied by Wrath and his lover Jophiel, arrived amidst the devastation of Heaven itself. The once-pristine spires and radiant gardens were scorched, broken, and trembling under the assault of fallen angels. The celestial light that usually bathed the realm was dimmed by smoke, void, and chaos, and the sound of clashing divine power echoed across the clouds.

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.

before he left. "You," I whispered not being able to look at his face. He was covered in blood which I'm sure wasn't his. "This is my job, Andrea. I have to do this," he said taking a few steps towards me. "This isn't the Theo I know," I whispered backing up, "This is a whole entire spawn of Satan." And I was right. With blood dripping from his clothes he looked the part too. He chuckled darkly and for some reason I wasn't scared. "That's where you're wrong," he whispered. My back hit the wall as backed away from him. He leaned closer and whispered, "I am the devil himself."

***** back to heaven immediately I enter the portal of heaven I feel recharged, its holiness and light, I feel like I could finally breathe, the fight with the Dracula bloodline vampire is over, I heard just two angels died, the father is going to take their souls and bring them. , ok I have job to do, I have to go back to earth and be the guardian angel of that baby till it grows I need to protect him and keep him from drinking blood, in heaven, they are different departments I fly to the department of guardian angels, as angel we have chosen sometimes pick who we guard, we come here to register then we are sent to earth either as a human angel or as an invisible angel, as I enter I saw Ang

And it worked, although my insides twisted. Anyway, this sacrifice was not in vain. I managed to crash the program and make the camera image near the 'Mad Dog' cell disappear for a while. I had time to talk to him, learn the names of the 'Scarlet Angels', and even see what they looked like, or at least what they looked like from his perspective. Laurens Vermeulen may be a murderer, but he has an artistic talent. His drawing of the 'Scarlet Angels' is almost like a photo - it looks so realistic and has so many details! I'm still surprised how he could remember so much while that these creatures tortured him. But what's more important, I finally got to know their appearance. Of course, I wasn'

Amber POV. During the last fifty years or something, heaven has been going into war with hell, they have gone insane, and they started to drop casualties, demons are dying, angels are dying, and others are falling. Angels are running away from the war, those are called fallen angels, they have black wings, and they go black after they fall after they lose their holiness and become creatures of heaven, but without any of the heaven touch left in them.

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.”