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"What could that be? Amelia asked shivering. "The question is who could that be " Eric replied quiet unmoved by the gun shots. "It could be Derek, Samantos, Anna or anybody ". He took the fork and knife. He held the full chicken on one of the trays with the fork and cut it with the knife. He picked it with the knife into his mouth savoring every taste. "God please forgive me, holy Mart take control. Angel Micheal, son of God. I mean Angel Gabriel, the son of God, oh my fucking God, someone should just take control ". She was breathing heavily as she said the prayers.

Beth said “How do I call you?” he asked “Pray to me” she said “Pray to you?” he repeated “Yes, my name is Beth Kol” “Beth Kol” he repeated “You said you’re an angel” Max said “yes I am” “I don’t mean to make fun of anyone but I don’t believe that shit; angels don’t live with humans, they live in heaven maybe you’re just some kind of high leveled sorcerer or something” “Who told you Angels don’t live amongst men? Because you cannot see into the immortal plane doesn’t mean certain things do not exist” she said to him; he stared at her from head to toe

He pulled the trigger and fired another salvo of hot lead at him and the Angel had to duck and evade the bullets, causing some of his feathers to fall like confetti. "Wait! Stop!" cried the Angels. The male one was seething so badly that his hands were shaking. Thrusting a finger at Chu Xun, "Y-you! How dare you! How dare you hurt a member of the Winged race!" "Winged race?" muttered Chu Xun. He peered at Jiang Tao, "I thought they're called Angels?" Jiang Tao scurried forward and said into his ear, "They call themselves the Winged race. But many of the common folk mistook them to be angels from the fables and legends hence the misnomer."

I didn't know how Airen would feel about my nickname or the reputation that earned me that nickname. "It's just a little nickname I picked up. In Europe and South America, I just go by Angele de Mureto." I explained, hoping she wouldn't be too upset with it. Airen looked at me with wide eyes. "And whyyyyy exactly are you called The Angel of Death?"

Angels are running away from the war, those are called fallen angels, they have black wings, and they go black after they fall after they lose their holiness and become creatures of heaven, but without any of the heaven touch left in them. But not all of the angles are fallen, the other ones that are too submissive, the ones that can't fight, the delicate ones, those are kicked out of heaven, baby angels are being thrown out of heaven, their wings are still white, they don't go black, they are a creature of heaven, through and through. My gift is a baby angel, one that's thrown out of heaven, the guy said she fell three days ago, which means she's only a baby in angel years, and ours.

But what he was saying was making no sense at all to her. "No. Angels are the uncorrupted heavenly beings that serve the Almighty up in heaven. The Fallen are they that followed Lucifer down to earth, to corrupt the master's creation." "So you are a fallen? Because you're here! I know angels on earth aren't supposed to be seen." "I am not!" "Then what are you doing here Mr. Angel Sariel or whatever your name is?" She put on a serious expression. He laughed bitterly. He was getting frustrated what how lightly she was taking everything. He was risking so much being there with her, to help her accomplish her mission.

It's an illustration of an angel, wearing a white dress and white wings at her back. And the demon who's hugging her waist, wearing a black outfit and a black wings on his back. She smiled sweetly as she saw the character's name. Devier, is the demon. Santia, is the angel. No one will notice that she used their surnames for the book. De Viergo. Santiago. She used six letters from each surnames, and she's happy that the names are really nice. "Miss Khione, sir Dante is calling you to his office." He looked to the front when he saw the secretary of the owner of the company.

- she noted. - They looked like angels, but their faces were cold like a stone, they had a punishing gaze... They were the 'Scarlet Angels', those punishing heavy sinners...- the man started to talk again. - What did you say?- Esther revived immediately, hearing the familiar name.- The ‚Scarlet Angels’? How do you know that term?- she asked, grasping the man tightly by the shoulders.

“Where is it?” “Which Gods have already chosen angels?” I stay on the mat and ask. “A few. The God of Mischief, Rain, Fertility, Flora, Fauna and of course The God of Hell chose The Daemonium. Those are just the ones I can think of off the top of my head and the ones who are here.” He answers and we begin to pack away and clean up. “What do you mean the ones who are here?” I can’t help my confusion.

"I am sorry for being selfish" Shanaya confesses. "You are not selfish, it just I hope you will focus more on your mission, and also on your goodwill point" Angel replied. "Okay, I have two questions, but before that tell me your name or tell me what can I call you?" Shanaya questions. "Oh, yes we don't meet each other like you humans meet with each other, so here we are I am the angel who comes from this red ring, so you can call me Red" Angel replied.