Judge Angels Creepypasta の小説・ストーリー

I ask as I take out my knife and start twirling it around. Bobby shakes his head. " Just passing through." I nod...."And do you roofie girls in every town you visit?" The guy shakes his head. "No sir...this was my first time." "Well you came to the wrong town, and roofied the wrong girl...That girl was my wife...and the town you're in belongs to the Archangels." Rocco laughs..."And he's the Reaper!...Show no mercy, boss!" "What are you going to do with me?" Bobby cries.

“I go by Mischief now.” Mischief grasped the Addict’s arm, swinging him to his feet and then in a wide arc. The angels’ wings wrapped around each other, as they slow danced to the song that had been played for me, close and intimate. Then the Addict purred. I blinked. Angels purred when they were happy…? Or maybe only when they were hard-on happy…? Either way, that was hot. “Zophia or Mischief, I care only that you’re here,” the Addict murmured. “The sorceres—”

“It’s damned unsettlin’.” “It’s fucking frightening. That’s what it is.” Jackson hissed. The old man’s eyes slowly returned to normal as he took in the sight of Ian’s almost lifeless body. Without acknowledging the three men, he bent over Ian and slowly passed his hands a few inches over him while chanting. “No!” Angel screeched as she raced through the flames toward them. “Stop that! He’s mine!” Eluwilussit stood erect and held his hands in front of him - as if to motion for her to stop- while he bellowed words that no one understood. The tortured spirits bodies were still in flames as they stopped running to and fro and focused on Angel.

The word tore from my throat as I slid down the counter, my legs unable to hold me. I’d butcher men without remorse and paint their blood on the walls as if it was some fucking piece of art. But this...this was different. My soul laid bare, utterly consumed by rage and anguish. My men stayed with me and watched their mafia king break apart, waiting for the explosion. My wrath would awaken the demon inside me, summon hell, and unleash my demons to wreak havoc on Earth to avenge my Angel. “How did they get to her?” My voice was hoarse, the words muffled as I spoke into my hands.

My eyes silently spotting a huge, massive scar along the side of Angels head making me wonder how she ended up getting that. Silently pleading I attempt to beg. Angel and Caleb both moving to kiss me gently before both move to leave my room. Neither saying one word to me as they do. Tears now falling for the millionth time over the course of three days and I couldn’t bring myself to stop them. Nor wanting to really. My once close friends who were both equally alive were both secretly working for the Devil himself. And with so many unanswered questions now rising within me do I fail to see Lucia and Vincent, both of whom move to enter my room.

So he chastised Jonathan to play with Jesica and persuaded her. Strange, isn't it? Yes, it is! And Jonathan really felt the strangeness of his master all this time and seemed to be falling more and more in love as the term went on. CREAKED! Morgan walked into her room when she got home from work. Where is the angel? Why is it nowhere to be seen? While in the corner, an angel was staring at her prey. Tonight he must destroy the peak of Mount Everest. Must! "Will you come here or will I take you?"

Cheques flew all around the room, everyone signing up for a piece of the pie. The hookers of Pandemonium enjoyed watching this night the most. They knew that by the time the Angels were done, it would truly be demon time. All of the original Angels finished presenting, and groans of protest filled the room because they thought it was over. The devil slid into the room then after closing a deal, and sat next to Lev. “Your girls are killing it tonight!” Lev, inching closer to a drunken state, screamed into his face. His hot breath of alcohol made Luca wheeze and recline back.

Azrael cried out, his climax coming rapidly as Azazel pounded into him relentlessly. "Cum, Azrael!" He cried out in pleasure. "Do not hold back! Let loose! Take everything I am offering you, and give back everything I am asking for!" He kissed Azrael hungrily, his hands moving over his body, exploring every inch of his angelic form, with a possessiveness that made him shudder with desire. Azazel's fingers played with his nipples, pinching lightly before sliding back into the crevice of the angel's buttocks, pressing him firmly against his massive grit.

Feeling the pain flow through me, my eyes opened wide and I heard a shriek. "ANGELA!" ***** Well, well, well, what was it? Will she die? Or will someone save her? Bloom M.

It fanned out around her as she moved, as though it had been crafted for her body alone—and what a body it was. I squashed the squirming green monster in my chest as Jade, Goddess of Jealousy, took a seat on the sofa. Setting the twin goblets she held onto the table, she smoothed a hand over her exposed breasts, both shaped like two perfect teardrops. “Hello again, Azrael. It’s been a long time, hasn’t it?” As Elias lowered himself beside her, I realized he wasn’t alone. My eyes widened as he pulled Juniper down on his lap, settling her between him and Jade. I hadn’t forgotten the warning Azrael issued me before we headed to the brothel.