Nico Di Angelo Ghost King の小説・ストーリー

, Younger exclaimed with a sigh. The angel's expression turned quizzical as he tilted his head, "Why would I hate you? I haven't even seen you before!". "Well! in case you didn't notice, I am a demon. Red eyes, Black wings, duh!! And sunbae, Angels and Demons hate each other.", the other drawled, rolling his eyes. Asa cringed at the honorific, "Can you just not call me that! And no. I don't hate you. I don't have a reason to". The younger smiled, his dimples showing as he spoke, "My name is Kyle, and thanks for not hating me", getting a gentle smile in return.

the device tried again. “Cristiano, that's the devil's alluring voice. Do not succumb to it again, my son. Be steadfast ”, Azrael whispered to his human and crushed the filigree thing in his fist. Safe was safe. “Yes Lord, I'll do anything, Lord. I will be steadfast, I will not disappoint you, sir ”, Cristiano replied quickly, with a fanatical twinkle in his eyes looking up at the supposed angel. Azrael's mind again encompassed that of the man, and he continued to quote:

" He typed. I glared at the sentence, reading every word with pure distaste. 'Who are you? God? Lucifer? Go rear ducks or shit fucking lullabies, stronzo. You're not even a man equaled to L'Angelo.' I scoffed, wishing there was a way I'd record it and let him hear it. "Oh, pardon me sweetie.... where are my manners.' He typed again. 'They call me L'Angelo Della Morte E Del Terrore.'

"It's nothing." "Look at me, Angel." His voice was calm, but it was still filled with an underlying command. I slowly looked up at him. His face darkened for a split second, but it softened in the next second. "What's wrong, baby?" "It's nothing, and stop calling me baby. The Angel nickname you gave me is enough for me. Your grandfather is gone, so just drop the act." His eyes twitched before he sighed. "Quit acting like a child and let's go inside, baby." He said the 'baby' word louder than normal, making an emphasis on the word. I glared hard at him before pushing him away from me.

turning to Audrey, "Watch me dissect him into various parts." Audrey gave out a loud cry while shaking her head. "Don't worry, I'll make it quick so you can join him as well." Acris said with a smirk as he raised the ghost knife up. Audrey's eyes and heart began to glitter, the light was blinding and scorching hot and Acris was forced to drop the ghost knife he was holding. Lord Adonis, Azrail and Acris were all forced to put their heads down. "What's this bitch doing?" Acris couldn't comprehend what suddenly happened but he couldn't raise his head up.

Just like how the angel Michael was the battle angel, destroying the demons while being good and pure. Maybe I'll call him Michael, it'll be my own secret name for him. I doubt we would meet again; just like Mabel said, he probably ended up in M&T's by accident, but I knew it'd take a while for his memory to leave my mind. If only... Nah, there's no way.

But now it was definitely NOT the time to start dreaming about something that was not for him, but instead he should start thinking how on earth he should get out of the bloody mess he had found himself in at the moment! His reputation was that of a ruthless and cunning leader, giving him the ice cold nickname ¨Angelo della morte¨ (Angel of death) for people who disobeyed or betrayed him and tonight it looked like that the Angelo della morte had to fly once again….. A short while ago As the sun began to set over the city, Alessandro was walking

Nico stiffens, pulling away again, and I realize I really am acting an ungrateful bastard, berating him for trying to put an end to our mutual abuser, even if it was a failed attempt. I lift his hand to my lips. “It’s something to tackle together, I suppose, but for now, we need to get far from this place,” I enforce, starting toward the exit and tugging on his hand. “I’m not in any shape to—” He throws off my hand and seizes hold of me by the throat, thrusting me up against the wall. “Ni--?” No. The second I meet that outraged stare, I know this isn’t Nico, not anymore. The hateful ghost is fuzzing around the edges of his taken vessel, not having fully bound himself inside it yet, but--

Names written underneath in handwriting I didn’t recognize — except one. Roman D’Angelo. I stared at the signature until my hands clenched. “He’s mocking us.” “Or marking his next kills,” Niko said. “Either way, he’s inside our operations.” Gia entered just then, eyes wide. “He’s in the system again.” “What?” I barked. “I purged every line last night, but something reconnected. External relay — deep link encryption through one of our feeds. He’s using a body to reenter.”

I’d barely gone a few steps when the sound of brakes behind me made me stop. Someone stepped out of the car. When I turned, my breath caught. My blood went cold. “Ian?” My voice was barely above a whisper. “What are you doing here?” He leaned casually against the car door, a crooked smile on his face. “You really think I wouldn’t be able to find you, Angela? The world’s small… and I always have my ways.” I stared at him coldly. “Did you seriously hire people to follow me now?” He let out a low chuckle, relaxed but dangerous. “Money talks. One snap of my fingers, and every camera becomes my eyes.”