The 7 Archons Novels & Stories

Tonight is somewhat peaceful. Mammon, Belphegor, Leviathan, Beelzebub, and Asmodeus. They’re five out of seven princes of apocalypse that have already shown themselves. With some effort, and perhaps a miracle, they didn’t destroy parts of the world like they did before. The thought alone gives me hope that there might be a chance for the future. Unfortunately, when I think about the remaining demons, my heart sinks. There’s still the fourth and first prince. The first prince is going to be a problem, no doubt, and despite having Mammon and Leviathan, the fourth prince also brings me worry.

He said. Season 2 ended here! Author note: Hello everyone!! Please continue to read ARCANUM because, there will be a side story which about Steven and Nicolai. See you on Season 3!!!

he purred, "Woah, seriously, are you going to start your fictional story from the beginning of the time," I was not ready to accept this bouncing ball? "But up in heaven, something happened; the guardian who held a high-ranking position in the angelic host had exquisite beauty and great wisdom. Given a position of dominant power and influence, the master of music lost his way; He rebelled," he ignored my words and continued his story. "Then a war broke into heaven in between the rebellious children and the obedient ones; the obedient ones were strong, they punished and defeated the seven rebellious angels from heaven," he closed his eyes while taking his last sip of whiskey.

Then he realized it was good that Morticia brought the Sea Dragon Palace members to cause a commotion in the Heaven Watcher. Oh well, Morticia attracted the attention of the Four Profound Heavenly Generals. Archfiend Antigonus smiled as he thought about that. He had previously been purposefully apprehended by the Four Profound Heavenly Generals. His ultimate goal was to fuse their divine powers. However, the formation that the Four Profound Heavenly Generals deployed was too powerful. With Archfiend Antigonus's strength, it was impossible for him to break through it. So, it might be better for Morticia and her men to fight against them instead.

“Stop acting cool. You are one of the enemies I have, and you know that.” Before I could say more than one word, I felt a surge of energy in me. I shut my eyes as I was unable to get over it. It was stronger than that of a beta like him. “I felt this surge of energy when I woke up in the hospital. It's an Alpha energy and not a Beta." I thought and opened my eyes. “I believed it was Prince Kelvin—and Tyrion is a Beta and not an Alpha.” I blinked as he took away his palm from my body….his perspirations dropping on the floor.

He understood the thought before he even got formed. "The sin of Ira feels the magic of chaos in your friend's blood," said my archangel, "His intention is nothing but the taste of seeing anger taking possession of an archangel." "We will need Octavius to come and help us," I said out loud, although I thanked Miguel mentally for the information. All Zylah didn't need was a demon and an archangel fighting for her. Tennebris arched an eyebrow to indicate that he was listening; he didn't want to stop staring at Kleyphon. I turned to Miguel." All capital sins must be on earth until the end of the seven days. I believe Hyenna has to be next, since the second trumpet means a problem in the seas.

The sensation of the death of Edward has died down and the legend of the seven overloads have been the talk of the world over a dozen years now. For the first ten years, the world has changed in different way invisibly dancing around the system of the seven brothers and staying out from things that will make them energy with those seven beasts, and with no doubt the world was peaceful and advanced faster than usual. But then, the later five years, things started becoming a mess. Many talented young lords started questioning the authority of the seven as outdated. Some tagged them old and weak while some are bent on taking them out and replacing them. There were some that even proclaimed; how

she whispered. For a brief moment, the decade of rivalry and bitterness faded. They were just two architects standing in the dust, breathing in the smell of old stone and infinite possibilities. But then, Elias’s phone chirped—a sharp, digital intrusion—and the professional mask was back in place instantly. "Draft the preservation proposal for the archway," he said, already turning back to his tablet. "If you can prove to me it’s structurally sound by Friday morning, I’ll find a way to keep it. If not, the wrecking ball comes in on Monday. No exceptions."

One by one, they rose to their feet and swore allegiance to the supreme king of the underworld. Nodding my agreement, I began, "The heavens are interfering with our affairs. I have captured their spy. Along with the former queen. He led a group of treacherous demons calling itself the council of seven. They are conspiring to overthrow me." My blood began to boil just thinking about that, "Archangel Michael is behind all this. But I don't know for sure who else is involved. However, it would be foolish of him to do it alone. It is for this reason that I summoned you."

It was Patterson who recognised them for what they were. “Archons,” he cried. “Run, for God’s sake run, we mustn’t let them get near us!” I knew instantly why he was so alarmed. We had all read of the Archons. They are mentioned not only in the Vos Hukkumah Scrolls but also in the few remaining Gnostic texts that are passed between collectors of rare manuscripts. They are Lords of the outer realms of Creation, who patrol the very outskirts of existence. Their sole aim is to maintain the integrity of the material world and to keep every soul imprisoned within it forever. They are Creation’s last line of defence against the enlightened and the liberated.