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William corrected. The man who still earned the nickname "The Strongest God of War" didn't like the idea of people misunderstanding Riley. He still wanted his son to be known as one of those soldiers who wouldn't kill his opponent. That would make him a prouder father. According to him, the mistakes he had made in the past should not be made by Riley. He was once known as the "God of Death" because of his great killing ability, but then he turned into a general who was able to defeat enemies without killing them.

I knew nothing and I knew it was useless to discuss it with Uriel. Taking a deep breath, I flapped my wings and flew towards the garden of Gabriel. In no time, I landed in his gardens. As Uriel had said, he looked pissed. I went towards him and bowed my head in respect. He was the oldest brother and very respectful in heaven. He was powerful and noble. No one ever dared to pick a fight with the one who was strongest. No one wanted to feel the agony that was ten times more painful then the death a human goes through. We were angels, we don't die. But of course, our punishments were extreme and painful according to our powers.

Cara finishes reporting. Aeolus frowns. "As long as they do not reveal the existence of any other creatures, I do not care for their revelation." "No, they did not. They were careful not to give any information about other creatures, not a word about us." Cara responds. I turn to Raziel, who is still glued to the screen. "So the one controlling the necromancers must be a dark angel, just like you suspected. Do you know who it is?" "His name is Ignatius, and his greatest power is to control and manipulate the fire element. He is very powerful and has been off the radar for decades. His thirst for blood and dominance make him unstoppable." He answers to me, but I am not afraid.

prologue It was peaceful and wonderful in Angel’s empire, trumpets were singing, clouds were dancing and angels were peacefully resting but a sudden appearance of Kram, stopped their calm and peaceful empire. Kram, was the Archangel, highest above all angels. His wings were like billion of stars when it shines, too stunning that you couldn’t turn your eyes away, it was heavenliness that could warm one’s heart in just one glance.

But they were better off used than eaten, but anyhow you looked at it, having humans in the hands of a demon could only mean one thing and one thing alone - death was the only thing sure for them. The only human who could walk in here quite freely was Ben, a man servant to Renard, the most powerful Arch Angel who ruled the world as it was, or at least, he ruled his part of the world. Renard was a bad egg, a rotten egg, you could say the baddest egg. He dealt with powerful demons but never had one for a friend, Angels and demons could never be friends because demons were once Angels too who betrayed their master. Renard was shrewd, but wise enough to know that demons were never faithful, reas

During our ride back to Luc’s house, he did as promised and answered all my questions. I ultimately learned that “grace” is actually their angelic power, gifted by God and that unlike us humans, angels are created and not born from the purest, powerful souls. I also learned that Michael, Gabriel and Lucifer were the first Archangels ever created, Raphael, Azrael, Raziel and the others being created much later. But when the first Archangels were created, the first human beings were also created and because they were God’s fragile little children, he loved them the most and gave Michael, Gabriel and Lucifer precise orders to guard and protect them.

I could feel the invisible cloak of safety and protection that they provided her, giving her the strength she needed to step into the burning building. My little angel, it seems, is full of tricks! My considerable magic was almost without limits; however, here, this petite female stood, manipulating MY magic to her own ends. Whether she knew it or not, her powers were stronger now than they had ever been when I had known her, and the only reason I can think of this sudden change would be the men who stood beside her!

He’s the only one who flashes a smile but Azrael gave him a glare. The last boy was Radeuriel, has clean fringed-up chestnut brown hair and is the tallest and leanest. His ocean blue eyes fits with his long and narrow nose and thin lips that smiles eerily for Azrael. For an Angel, he has a piercing on his left eyebrow and lower lip. They were the Angel of Wrath, Mercy, the Earth, Command and the Archives, respectively. “Give this up. You know it won’t work.” Yerachmiel said, his voice is set as a quiver.

“Victor!” Sophia screamed and rushed forward, grabbing his arm tightly. “That b*tch Rachel isn’t dead! She took everything from the family and drove me out–” Before she could finish, Victor shoved her away. Caught off guard, Sophia fell hard. Her forehead slammed against a stone by the roadside, and blood immediately started pouring out. “Shut your filthy mouth!” Victor snarled, his tone vicious. “Rachel is the Donna of the Medici family. Who do you think you are to insult her?”

He pressed his lips to mine before speaking, “it’s the angel blood.” Excuse me, what? “What does that mean?” I asked him. He grabbed my hand, led me to his study and sat me down on a chair. He reached on a bookshelf and pulled down an old leather bound book. He opened it up to a bookmarked page and showed it to me. This page was all about angels! What stood out to me though was that angels were attracted to strong, dominant men who would produce the best offspring. The stronger the offspring would be, the harder it would be to resist. I looked at him incredulously.