Novel & Cerita Requiem For Angels

“What’s with the get-up?”Rachel asked.”Halloween on the other side?” The Angel Of Death rolled her eyes.”My latest…client,shall we say?...He was a lowdown pimp and drug dealer.This was his idea of an angel,carrying him off to paradise.Which,believe me,was not where I took him.” Gabrielle closed her eyes and in an instant,her outfit changed,from the trashy dress,to her more traditional black,hooded cloak.

"For the goodwill of heaven's council and by the votes of all fellow Angels, Laurent, is hereby relieved of his duties under the name of our lord, he has been exiled from the community of Angels and given the domain of fallen by the order of our lord. He may not hold any power over the godly actions taken by the Angels unless and until asked to do so. May lord give you his blessings." The announcer yelled out for everyone to hear. Laurent stood at the side clad in white, looking straight ahead, his yellow-green eyes cold as ice and hands wound behind his back like a soldier. His head held up, proud.

“Thorne, no.” “Don’t argue with me, boy. Just do it.” The bigger demon stepped forward, a pair of pistols coming from his waist, and he lifted his hands, shooting off round after round. The gunshots rang out against the silence of the afternoon and five angels fell, their bodies exploding into brilliant light. Archon stepped back, screaming at the Legion behind him. “Kill him and bring me the Nephalim!” Serenity watched in horror at the surge of angels as they moved as one, coming at the demon.

"We know what we did, you do not need to remind us. Just come with us and we will make it up to you." "No thanks. I am not interested in being killed, , your majesty," I respond. The angel looks back at his his brother who steps forward. "Ira, we made a mistake. I totally understand your pain and anger. Your heart deserves time to heal. But you're not safe out here. Andria is no longer our Queen. Come back to the palace with us and I promise you will have everything you have ever dreamed of," he says. This time their lies sounds too shameless that I actually spit in the angel's face. "You know nothing about my dreams or what my heart deserves. You're just monsters seeking my blood because yo

“I don’t want to leave,” she choked out. “Please, Damien. Tell me what I need to do.” “It’s not just about blocking his number, Angel.” I let my hand drop, the brief contact severed. “It’s about eradicating him from your thoughts, your memories. It’s about understanding that your past life, the one where you entertained delusions of soulmates with men like George Sinclair, is over. Dead and buried.” I saw the internal schism I was creating, the agonizing conflict in her eyes. She was torn between her innate desire to appease, to be loved, and the dawning realization of the price of my affection.

But anyway, they advised me to burn incense to drive away the evil spirit though, but that was too damn useless because the last time I tried to exorcise our house, it was me who passed out instead. Bruh, I myself was an evil spirit too, so no thanks. And here I am this foggy afternoon, walking my way towards the cemetery gates of Cashmodeus because Briar wanted to conduct a serious meeting. Probably about our financial needs or about the haunted shits that's happening to me.

"Besides the handsome face, you should also make sure that I get a good partner! Look, I'm just a girl! I don't know what's good and what's not!" Shit! And she thinks I know all that? How do I know they are good or bad? "And, please take me back to the hospital, it's time for me to take medicine!" *** "Oh my god! Can you knock before you come in?" the Angel Julian screamed as he saw my presence. Come on! I don't even understand why Angels need houses and doors! We can penetrate anything, so what is it all for? "Hey, aren't you in charge of recording the good and bad of humanity?"I asked as I approached Julian, who was busy with all the monitors in front of him.

she said and cursed herself that she was blushing yet again. “What things have you read, angel?” he asked, looking very amused. “I know there are people that enjoy treating their sexual partner like a pet. Leaches, cages, pet bowls,” she told him, trying to be brave enough to meet his eyes, but failing and instead looking down. “I’m not interested in you being my literal pet, angel. I just want you at my beck and call. I want you to respect me, my word is the law. Surrender your body to me and give up all other things in your life for three years. You will be by my side when I need you, you will be in meetings if I wish so, you will see some shit and I expect you not to go crazy or freak the

" Rhoda's eyes probe them. Rudolf looks at her seriously. Aunt Chel, Rachel, and the rescuers' team slowly and quietly join to listen as they sit on the carpet. Rhoda continues enthusiastically. "I saw the heaven open and the angels Querubim and Seraphims appearing on the high clouds singing." Rhoda pauses and asks them, "Do you know what the angels Querubim and Seraphims sing?"

Things around me like the berserk air, The scary howling, I could hear nothing, it was very calm, the air with it brought the peace I felt like I'm being carried away. " Wh-why is it so dark and peaceful? Am I dead? I questioned myself. "Why not see yourself," said a powerful voice that sounded scary and enchanting. I slowly opened my eyes Under the moonlight, the first thing I saw was a mesmerizing pair of eyes gazing back at me intimidatingly, Long eyelashes, A pointed nose that looked like a decoration on his beautiful face with a slightly grown beard and hissy hair. Holy christ did he just walk out of a painting, I chewed my bottom lip and asked. "Are you an angel of death?"