Judge Angels Romane & Geschichten

The WORLD is full of Love and Hate. Only people with Courage choose to Love since it requires wearing your heart on sleeves and not many people can do that. —Mehak Gupta *plays The Nights by Avicii* AUTHOR'S POV: An Overview about Foundation When humans use words like Angels and Demons, Good and Evil, they don't realize how close these things existed near them. It's not just the not-so-human beings but also the worlds where these kinds existed. Most of the people categorized Angels and Demons to be living in Heaven and Hell with the predefined characteristics of pure and taint respectively which wasn't even ten percent correct. Heaven and hell were the places where a person's soul would be t

"The angels are a race of egotistical demons. We aren't even sure what their race was originally called. They adapted the name 'angel' because they considered themselves the messengers of God. They believe in 'survival of the fittest,' but they're the ones who decide just who lives and who dies. We retaliated against them…after suffering a tremendous loss. We've been fighting them ever since, trying to keep other planets safe, planets that they deemed 'unworthy.' They are a horrible race, and I wish we wouldn't have taken up calling them angels. It's a word meant for holy creatures, not these demonic cretins." Jaida listened intently to every word, wanting to know everything Jaron had to tel

To her surprise, Jairus smiled warmly, his eyes reflecting a blend of curiosity and acceptance. "Agnes, thank you for sharing this with me that you are truly an angel. Of course, what else?" Jairus said, his voice steady. "I won't pretend to fully understand what being a pretty and sexy angel entails, but I want you to know that my feelings for you remain unchanged. You are the same person I fell in love with, regardless of your origins or nature."

In the deepest pit of the celestial pandemonium, Dulmore. There, Ichabod and all his wild angels exists. Some of his angels, he would send to Earth's realm to steal, to kill and to put into chaos, the humans and all their seeds. Just for fun. They would always come back and give account of their works to Ichabod their grande master, who sits on his blazing throne always. Each successful work on Earth's realm fetches them a new rank and pack in a hierarchical order.

Anima yelled, turning around quickly. “What? I thought it was obvious because of our strangely colored eyes,” Angela said. “My apologies; we haven't introduced ourselves to you yet, have we? My name is Marie; I'm the Herald of Judgement,” Marie said, bowing slightly to Anima. “Im Valerie, I'm the Herald of Truth.” Valerie also inclined her torso slightly. “And I’m Angela, Herald of Fate,” Angela said, folding her arms against her chest. Anima just stared at them quietly with a shocked expression on her face.

Then, standing with her hands over the ashes, she starts her chant. - Cande cineres Maiorum meorum, qui laesi mortui sunt, surge et fac angelum dubitare. fac Angelum nuntiare avunculo iter per hebdomadam morari. (Latin translation - White ashes of my ancestors, who died wronged, rise and make Angel doubt. Make Angel tell his uncle to delay the trip for a week.) The ashes slowly turn into steam, which rises and passes under the door. Traveling the distance between the rooms, it enters under the door, where Angel rests from the new attempt on his life.

‘Jesus, I think I’ve just met an angel! At this time, a fair and handsome boy came up to her. At first glance, his skin complexion was so fair that it was glowing under the sun. He stretched out his hand and pulled her up. “I’m sorry, they didn’t mean to hurt you. Do you feel pain in any other part of your body?” Daisie shook her head. The boys in basketball uniforms scratched their heads in embarrassment. ‘Thank God this little angel doesn’t blame us for the accident.’ They then resumed their game, and Daisie turned her head and realized that the fair boy was still standing right beside her. “Hey, aren’t you going to play with them?”

But for Andra, knowing that every monsters in their worst nightmares exist in reality is freaking her out. "Wait, what are these?" Ethan asked out nowhere. "Here, look." Barry looked the page he showed him. "Oh, those are the furies. Nasty creatures that comes after those who got away from justice. Contrary to public knowledge, furies needs to be summoned. They can't just hunt down human and kill them. Thousands of years ago, Olympian gods and goddesses used furies as their messenger of justice. Once a human was deemed guilty in the eyes if the gods and goddesses, furies can kill that Hunan freely. Until their connection to the gods became stronger that they no longer need the gods to kill h

Shirley went on home. Azriel didn’t miss the flight… She actually took it, saw Shirley at the airport and avoided her. She had her reasons though. She had found the identity of the angel of death, and that saddened her. Professor Wake texted her the name of the Lineage of Rebekah, who readily handed her descendants to the angel of death to avenge herself. In every generation of Rebekah’s descendants, one girl is choses by the angel of death has his vessel to carry out Rebekah’s Will. The vessel gets abilities, and white hair as a result and employs the name “Angelus Mortis” which translates from latin to English as the Angel of Death. Hence, Shirley Angelus Mortis. Azriel had decided to app

But they are not fighting, they are walking away. In the middle there is a woman, she looks very fragile but fiercely determined. An Angel is with her, holding her and giving her strength. A spark in the sky, near them, shows Ignitious appearing. He looks ready for battle but quickly notices that there is no battle at all. Is this what Raziel warned us? The judgment of the Angels to him?