Judge Angels Creepypasta Romane & Geschichten

He wants to hug her so bad but every time he sees the look on her face and her eyes with guilt, it drives him mad. "I will make you pay for this." "Ne Kedama," The Angel of Death uttered to his little friend. "Why do I feel like they are going to end up liking the same girl? Do you think I should just eliminate the lady?" "They will attack you if you do that. And it is Kegawa." The Angel of Death then sigh lazily. It doesn't excite him at all. If they attack him, how are they going to do that? There is only two of them that can fly. It's not exciting at all. They are all weaklings that doesn't know anything--

Probably about our financial needs or about the haunted shits that's happening to me. The laces from my off-shoulder long flared sleeve black dress befriended the tall grasses. I was still with my favourite biker boots as I paced the path to Briar's location. I was expecting a priest, a witch doctor, or a business tycoon who'd introduce themselves as our real parents and we're the lost heir of their craps, but imagine my surprise upon seeing the creepy bastard himself. Like what the flying fuck? "What is that one doing here?"

Whispering, I leaned to her ear, “I have something really important to tell you, Angel. First, Ace is talking about eliminating me, but he won't be killing me. So I don't know what he really means.” I paused and waited for her response, but it was the most pissing ever. “Really!” She outed, amidst a chuckle. “That's all? That’s why you hopped all the way here?” As she said that, she imitated the hop by jumping up and down on her bum, on the chair. “Angel!” I scorned in a low-pitched voice. “No, that's not all.” I muttered. “Good! Then tell me,” she responded, still in her jovial mood.

Why did you have to spike my water behind my back? "You always say it was an accident, Maya. But your accidents outnumber the vultures in a wolf pack." Outside the area, sirens from the Enforcers rang out as security teams arrived to restore order. When Maya saw the officers storm in, her pupils constricted violently. She knew that once she was thrown into the pack prison, her facade of the angelic sister would never protect her again. Suddenly, she lunged at me like she had gone mad and clawed her fingers at my face.

I murmur, an unhinged smirk stretching across my face, "I guess I'm taking the sky route." I tilt my head up. The Throne Angel descending toward me is magnificent nightmare fuel. He is a massive, interlocking gyroscope of pale-blue wheels, spinning endlessly in the dark. Hundreds of glowing, unblinking eyes are embedded in the rings, all locking onto me at once. A normal person staring at a biblically accurate angel would drop to their knees, crushed by the sheer, terrifying weight of divine pressure. But my Reaper blood doesn't feel fear. I look at this spinning, multi-eyed wheel of holy judgment, and only one thought crosses my chaotic mind:

“I know that even if I banish you, you’ll find a way to return... to take back my sons. So I’ve prepared this, to make sure that never happens. This is my final punishment for you.” As soon as he said those words, he vanished. His entire presence simply disappeared before me. I clenched my fists tightly. Then, out of nowhere, my attention snapped toward the window. Luna Ravina had appeared. “Angelicca... Looks like they have to send you off sooner than expected... But I will add something to the punishment... Thank goodness I wasn't late for this..." I didn’t hesitate. I rushed toward her with full force but just as I was about to reach her, a sudden burst of black light exploded from the cr

I am Azrael, the angel of death and your mate too. J:I cannot seem to believe this. Why do you have to even reveal yourself to me? If you are a demon, I understand but please you must be mistaken me for another person because I am certainly not your mate.' A: I know this is a shock to you but I am telling you the whole truth. I have been with you ever since you turned sixteen. Your grandmother knows me. You can verify from her when you get home.' J: oh yeah it is now coming to me. So that is why my grandma looked shocked but happy to see you this morning?'

There was something unsettling about how relaxed she looked. "No one is killing anyone here, fat girl," she said with a smile that didn’t reach her eyes. "We just want to break the bond between you and Kael. If you die during the process, that's your cup of tea." My blood went cold. Every word echoed in my head. Die. Process. Cup of tea. "Don't be scared," Angel said. "It won't hurt. Probably." She paused, like she was considering it. "And the ritual starts tonight. When the full moon reaches its peak."