Novel & Cerita Names Of The Fallen Angels

And he would make sure he killed anyone who stood in his way. A figure suddenly appeared in front of him in a puff of black smoke. Hades didn't bother to turn around because he knew who it was. Adromalius, one of the fallen angels of the underworld. He wasn't imprisoned like the seven deadly sins but rather, he roamed free in a secluded part of the supernatural realm. Hades watched the fallen angel, now a demon turn around slowly and grin like a maniac.

I pulled a book from the shelf, its cover adorned with intricate gold filigree, and settled into a near president to read. The book was a comprehensive companion to the history of angels and their fall from grace. As I read, I learned about the great elysian rebellion led by Lucifer, the brightest and most important of the angels. It detailed the events that led to the fall, the creation of Hell, and the eternal struggle between good and evil. My heart contended as I came across passages that mentioned Lorcan, though not by name, but by description a important departed angel, second only to Lucifer, known for his strength and fidelity.

"And by visit, I mean raid your fridge and steal your WiFi password." "I-I’ll have to ask the alpha, but I don’t think he will say no," she said hesitantly. That’s when the chatter quieted down, and we saw six men walking towards us, two of them being the twins, another being Logan, and three unknown hot, gorgeous gods striding our way. "They are so hot," I heard one of the girls whisper, with others quickly agreeing.

His steel bluish orbs zeroed on the figure who was crouching on the semi plastered rough floor, her eyes squeezed shut tightly and her one knee touching the floor and the other just few centimetres above. His Angel!!! ***

Jasmine asked, causing Gabriel to wince. “Your kind calls The Almighty by many names. Believing The Almighty to be a he?” “Some believe he is a woman.” Xavier chimed in as Gabriel shook his head. “Why do you lower the Almighty to your standards? Human kind is women and men…Angels can be seen as man or woman, but never the Almighty. The Almighty has no such ties to this world. Almighty created Angels in celestial likeness, but that doesn’t mean it is so. Lucifer is the most powerful among us. The Almighty’s first born of Angels that betrayed us.”

These souls would be reborn after some time into humans limiting the existence of supernaturals to some extent save for a handful of cases over the past few centuries. At first, the two kinds lived together mingling and being a part of each other's life. They weren't divided into separate worlds like they are now and it all happened in the name of love. Talking about the present time, there are two worlds divided by the darkness named Void. Utopia is the place said to be the home of white-winged beings while Abyss is the home to coal-winged beings. If the two different creatures were to stand in front of anyone without their wings out, it would be impossible to distinguish. The only thing al

Sighing he turned his back on that, but before he could face ahead, a sharp stinging feeling caught him. It was the Angel of Death himself, smirking at him. That wicked innocent smile never disappears. Before he withdraw his knife, he moved his lips closer to his ear and whispered, "I will tell you a name and I will let you watch how she will easily leave you for her Peter." The lost boy looks at the Angel's eyes and they were the dullest he has ever seen. And when the Angel of Death withdraw the knife, he knew at any moment he was going to fall. "Tenshi."

she said. "Yes." "What you are." "Yes." She was quiet for a moment. Then she began. She told me what she knew, which was more than anyone else had ever known to tell me. That fallen angels — the name itself was a reduction, she said, a simplification that missed the actual nature of the thing — were not fallen in the sense of having been cast out or punished. They were chosen to descend. Sent into the world for specific purposes, in specific times, carrying specific capacities that the world needed and couldn't generate on its own.

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.

Uriel who was next to him smiled painfully and added, “Brother, this isn’t the end of a war, but the beginning of one.” Many angels fell that day. More than a fifth of the Heavenly Hosts lost their place that day. The planet they fell onto was called earth. But they didn’t fall in their heavenly form. Those angels closest to God like Lucifer were able to keep their forms and prevent themselves from regressing into lesser beings. Most however, weren’t that fortunate and morphed to become creatures of myth and legends.