Novel & Cerita Shattered Angels

he said softly, his voice hardly above a whisper. “Raziel” I rasped, my throat raw from grief. “You look like him when I first met him, so long ago.” I smiled at the thought. Met was probably the wrong word for how I had encountered Shamshiel. There are stages to grief, five to be exact. Denial, anger, bargaining, depression and acceptance. I had been pissed, beyond pissed, when I slew all those women. Shortly after the world went to shit and I vacillated between bargaining with God and depression. The world had become a desolate landscape since the angels had fallen, almost as if they sucked the life out of it. I would scream at the heavens, cursing God for what he had done then begging him

I sat under the big tree behind the library.It was the only place that still felt untouched by whispers and stares. The air was still, like the world paused just to watch me break. A soft breeze brushed my cheek, but it couldn’t dry the tears already falling. I buried my face in my palms and let the sobs escape. “I didn’t mean for it to get this far,” I whispered to myself, shaking my head. “I just... In fact,I had not enough reason to set her up badly.

I moved in and out of reality, my dreams full of terrible visions. In one, the world seemed to implode, taking both Candy and Mirele into a swirling vortex of hellish flames, desperately screaming my name as they fell. I had the faces of the various controllers scream at me, condemning me and my very existence. I found myself trapped in a small enclosure like one of the zoo animals, starving and weak, fed only when the zookeeper came in to use me for his sick, sexual fantasies. I heard the cries of dying children, the screams of the little girl I'd saved, and the roar of lions that pursued me relentlessly.

Why was I saved to live a life of missery? I'm taller, wider and stronger as I stumble through all the males surrounding me. Pain radiates as my body hits the ground again. The stone angels calling me to them. I find the strength to stand once again. I get a few feet away when my shoulder blades crack and another wave of pain hits me. I fall to the ground no longer able to hold myself up. My strength is fading fast. I claw and crawl the rest of the way to my destination. The stone angels in the middle of the memorial garden. I try to cling to them as wings suddenly tear through my flesh causing me to cry out in pain. Footsteps pound the ground behind me. I wrap my aching bloody arms around e

The Shadows whispered. "Drake?" Angel said, fear engulfing her voice. "What is going on? What are these creatures?!" She stammered, her voice trembling as tears welled up in her eyes. I felt the knot in my stomach constrict, as a sense of dread and helplessness washed over me. Frozen in time, I knew the reality was stark and brutal. I was about to witness the love of my life being taken from this world, and I was powerless to stop it.

As I looked into Angel's eyes, I saw a reflection of the love that was never there, and the pain of a shattered dream. In that moment, I realized that my search for happiness had taken me down a treacherous path, one where secrets and lies were the foundation of our crumbling relationship. It was a tangled As the heavy silence hung in the air, a faint noise from outside broke the stillness. Footsteps echoed in the hallway, growing louder with each passing second. Moments later, the front door swung open, revealing Bianca, her eyes filled with concern and remorse. Angel glared at us and walked away.

She said in a sad tone as she stared at their photo. Angel lost her mother because of an accident when she was 13. It was two months after Angel passed the first stage of transition and found out that she was a Sin. The loss hit her hard and got deeply depressed, to the point that she attempted to kill herself atleast five times. Then, she met Aldrin. Al saved her and introduced her to the world of Sins and combat. It was when Angel started to live a double life to save her sanity and escape her depression. She used training to clear her mind and saw combats as her stress reliever. “Sometimes, I feel bad for this little guy.” She sadly uttered as she caressed Jiro’s face in the picture.

32 | M E E T I N G T H E F A L L E N A N G E L , L U C I F E R ( P A R T 2 ) *** The bone fragments that were turned into a sword? Wait ... Isn't that ... And as the shadow disappeared from the darkness, an angel appeared before Damien. Probably not. To be precise, a fallen angel with his neck, hands, and feet bound by black chains. And the black wings on his back that were burned by black flames.

The kind of engines that don’t do idle; they lurk. The long-awaited verdict never came. The gavel in puffy manicured hand with age spots froze halfway down. Then the windows shattered, a burst of light and noise came in so fast it felt like God had gotten drunk and emptied his ashtray on us. Automatic fire tore through the stained glass window—saints, angels, and devils all shredded into a rain of colored shards. The saints fell hardest and shattered in smallest pieces. They always do.

, I told her softly and she breathed in like five times, her eyes starting to water. “Other people looked on like it was the most normal thing in the world, Xander”, her voice broke as she spoke and that broke my heart further. “What if you were not there? What if it was just Chelse and I? I’d have been taken advantage of. The worst could have happened”, her voice broke and she started crying again. “I’m so sorry you had to go through that, angel. I’m sorry”, I kept repeating how sorry I was while plotting how to end that bastard in my head.