Romans & histoires Names Of Female Fallen Angels

“Hold up. You followed me here all the way from Langkawi?! Aren’t spirits supposed to stay within the boundary of their domain? How did you take journeying across the ocean? And, and what has this got to do with…” “I am the King of Demons. Vasileios Kara Angelos. I have no set domain. I travel freely and wherever I please. Just now I am not happy being chained to you like a mere pet.” Ma’oz spat the words he so despised. “Kara Angelos…Black Angel?” “So, your grasp of the ancient languages is quite good. Yes. All demons are known as the Fallen Angels. The Black Angels.” He answered proudly. “What do I pay?” She asked again.

It’s brutal. We fly on. From the light, three figures emerge. I don’t need introductions. I know who they are. Azazel—Lucifer’s second-in-command, and chief torturer. They’re in a female form today, with a whip in one hand and a tail that moves like a weapon. Ramiel—a fallen Watcher angel, one of the first to defy the Godhead. Banished, bitter, and now one of Lucifer’s most faithful. Dagon—a former god of the Philistines. Defeated by the Godhead himself, thrown into Hell, and now reborn through Lucifer’s vengeance.

he said shyly, lowering his head, as if not wanting to make eye contact with me when he spoke his name. I was just about ready to tell him it was nice to meet him, but then his name triggered a memory from my childhood of a fairytale story my father told me as a child, about a trio of brother angels that fell from the heavens from above. The first angel’s name was Ariel, with wings as white as snow, and eyes as blue as the sky, and was the bearer of good. The second angel’s name was Michael, who was the middle brother that wanted peace among good and evil but lost his fight to balance the two brothers out. The third angel’s name was no other than Gabriel, who had wings as dark as night, with

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.

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.

Abigail was doing her best to follow but she was struggling. “I am an Angel of the Damned. Believe me I know, stupid name but didn’t choose it. So what I do is I take tainted souls and ensure that they make their way to hell. I have a list of names and everything. So anyway your name is on my list but there seems to be a war with your soul. I find myself having to compete with an actual angel. You know like heaven and all that. But on another note I know your daughter.” Daniel was watching Abigail’s reaction, pausing to make sure she was understanding what he was saying. When the pieces finally snapped into place Abigail broke down into tears. “Yeah her name is Lucy, she was raped just like

she didn’t know it. The opaque eyes stared at her with a certain surprise and a little indignation, it was almost as if he screamed in her mind 'how dare you not know my name?', but still, he replied. He responded in a cold and troubled way, as if he did not present himself to another being... for millennia. "Kalias" he said with a husky and heavy voice "I am Kalias, the fallen alpha of montdust". Kalias. The name seemed to resonate in the mind of the girl, Kalias who came from Kalos and meant... beauty.

But then Emilia descended the stairs, and the spotlight shifted, leaving Amelia in the shadows. Amelia's eyes narrowed, her thoughts racing with resentment. Who was this girl, really? The same one they'd found unconscious on the road? She looked...transformed. The peach gown hugged her curves, and the Tear of a fairy necklace sparkled like diamonds against her skin. She was stunning, a true beauty who could give the current Miss World, Kylie Paterson, a run for her money.

She is their leader, the boss, so to speak. “Pleasure to meet you all. Some of you know me as Ally. I am the leader of this fine group of women. My name is Alessa Valentino-Petrov. Also known as Ghost. We have eyes on Foxy and can confirm she does. In fact, have our little princess with her, as well as the rest of the men who kidnapped and raped Angel.” She says as she stands tall, looking at each man here. Her icy gaze lands on me and I shiver.

"You can't possibly order me again to reject Eriol! It has taken a toll on me in the past! You don't know how much I suffered!" His jaw pressed into a hard line. I had to step further away for caution. Angels couldn't harm humans, but they can choose to be a Fallen Angel whenever they like it. "Demons don't know love Andrea. Angels, Fallen Angels, Demons and any other entities, we aren't worthy of a human's love. That is how the Cosmos made us." I lifted my chin in an act of defiance. "If there is no exception, then to hell with it, " I said and attempted to exit the room again.