Novel & Cerita Was Lucifer The Most Beautiful Angel

"Back so soon? Did you sent them already?" "Eto..." The angel gave a laugh, scratching the back of his head. "It is not their time to go yet. I think they should be given chances whether they have it to come back." "Ano ne, why? Why do you always pick some souls and do this?" The Angel of Death stopped flying, making Muchie turn to see him gazing up at the sky. He has never got the chance to see such beautiful sky when he was still human. What he saw were pure darkness at night, a ceiling with its plasters falling in the morning. It was sad, lonely and cruel.

"Say it, Angel..........." He was confronting me. I couldn't. I just cannot. "Last chance." He threatened while strangling me. "I do." I coughed. My face became pale. I said this small sentence. The words. I said it. It was not possible for me to say the whole vow. His demon-like appearance is only causing destruction. I'm way more than broken so why do you keep trying to break me, God. In my thoughts, I didn't realize that My head was lowered down.

“What may I get you to drink?” We place our drink orders and Alberto leaves the table for us to look over the menu. “Fiancé?” I say raising an eyebrow. Lucifer shrugs. “How else would you explain our relationship to mortals?” Hmmm. He had a point. I’m sure explaining being his fated mate would go over well. I already knew what I wanted, being a veteran of this place, so I took the opportunity to study the man sitting across from me as he was busy looking for something to eat. I lowered the menu I was holding slightly to get a better look at him. Damn, he is hot. Inhumanly beautiful. It’s no surprise he was an angel. I’ve heard all angels are inhumanly gorgeous, though I’ve never seen one oth

For a moment, I caught a glimpse of the fallen angel he once was – beautiful, terrible, and infinitely sad. "I need to find my own path," I said, softer now. "Even if I don't know where it leads yet." Lucifer's shoulders sagged, the weight of aeons seeming to press down on him. He exhaled deeply, a sound that carried the echoes of a thousand years of regret and understanding. "Oh, Luella," he murmured, his voice a mix of exasperation and fondness. "You are exactly like I was at your age." I blinked, caught off guard. "What?"

Cool fingers met his heated skin. ‘Cold!’ Angel whimpered and squirmed. “W-what is that?” he asked in-between kisses. The asshole answered simply: “Lube.” He poured it all. “Of course, you’re a fucking boy scout, you damned incubus…” his face was red as hell. The man only chuckled on the nickname. “You are a literal demon scout leader!” Angel continued. The devil laughed out loud again. Then one slick hand wrapped around Angel’s hardness. Pumped. Firm.

"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.

Questions and exclamations filled the air, and Angel struggled not to cringe under the scrutiny of the entire pack. Why couldn't I have just controlled myself? she asked herself. She was surprised when Layon ignored the pack and wandered over to nuzzle his snout into her cheek, offering her a lick before he turned and began to shift back into his human form. Fearful of their gazes, Angel remained in wolf form, pressing herself against Layon's bare leg even as he addressed the pack. "Angel Hale is the traitor's daughter no more! She is my mate, the mate of the next pack alpha!"

Until he decided to focus his mind on the mystical sword he was still holding. After his mind focused, he returned to see the face he most never wanted to see again. That face smiled at Damien, with black wings scorched by black flames, chains around his neck, both hands, as well as both ankles. Yep. He was the owner of the bone fragments that were the basis for the creation of Damien's mystical sword. Lucifer, the Fallen Angel. "I know, even if I kill you a hundred times, you won't die that easily." Lucifer still smiled at Damien.

My knees trembled at Lucifer's stare. "W-what do you want?" I asked. Lucifer wasn't one of the friendly and fun-loving angels in the Kingdom. He was the most devious species that ever existed to the point that everyone here was doing their best to avoid him. He playfully smirked. "Guess what." I looked away, I couldn't even stand his creepy grin.

Lucifer Loki looked shamefully at the ground as he was being scolded by Uriel. I kept my face disinterested to the whole thing, still not sure how to face the situation. Uriel was my mate. Her mother had kept her from the other gods, goddesses and angels all while she grew up. She knew nothing of the underworld, deemed too evil. The only reason I met my fated mate was because of a simple misunderstanding.