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He groaned. “What the fuck do you want me to do, you psychopath?” It was just a superficial wound. I couldn’t believe this loser was the one I initially chose to get answers from. I flicked the lighter on and dipped the flame at the tip of the knife. “I don’t trust you to call off the plan. So I’m going to carve the message on your skin and have your minions read it.” Horror settled on his face. “You are the Angel of Death.”

If it's a lower-ranking angel then Death has to worry about something happening to them, and if it's an archangel he'll have to worry about how they react to working with Lucifer. Death's head hurt. As he was walking out of the coliseum's doors he noticed Zach leaning against the wall. "If you have any more bad news for me please give me a moment to smash my head into the wall first." Zach nervously laughed. "Yeah, about that."

"He came to the human world himself!" "Are we in trouble?" Murmurings filled the air as the black limousine stopped in front of the huge mansion. The door of the car was pulled open by another and as soon as it was pulled open, silence fell across the entire mansion. Not even the breathing of the others in the mansion could be heard as a lot of them had their breath hitched. The King of Death Angels, Adonis had not come to the human world himself for over a million years but had spread his angels to take over the tasks of taking expired souls away and now he was suddenly back to the human world. It was frightening for every other death angel.

She said sweetly, leaning into him. "It's alright baby..." He turned to face Samantha and the look on her face amused him greatly. "Let me go get you ladies some drinks while you get to know each other. I'll be right back." He said, registering the look of horror on both their faces and left anyways, not giving them a chance to reply. He had only one intention in mind and that was getting his angel away from that demon that called himself Ronald.

Angel Michael assembles his Angels to fight, as a cherub I'm not allowed to fight because I'm 50 years only Angel above 100 are allowed to fight but I'm permitted to watch, and since I'm gifted by the Father with the spirit of healing, I can heal any angel who gets injured, Angel can be wounded and they die but when they die their soul will go back to the Father for reincarnation but without death, Angels can live forever without getting old, I'm 50 years but in the human world I will look 17, a thousand-year angel can look 25 in human age and be like that for as long as he lives, unlike what humans think Angels can't see the Father, we only feel his presence and he speaks to us. Angel Micha

Angel said. “No, Angel. I have a special dose of death serum for that bastard. I want him and his sons to be very dead. I am not taking chances with him, when I am done with him, then you can burn this shit hole down with their bodies in it. I must admit that’s the only way to wipe out the evidence that you guys were ever here,” Cole countered. Angel seemed to study him for a minute and then he nodded. “Ash!” Cole called put “On it boss!”

Zack whispered. The realisation hit him fully, Zoe wasn’t ignoring him, she couldn’t answer, she was weakened and drugged. His wolf surged inside him. Find her. “I will,” Zack growled under his breath. He looked back at Angela and Joel. “Thank you.” Angela hesitated. “Alpha… you understand what this means.” Zack’s gaze turned cold. “I do,” Joel spoke quietly. “An attack on the Luna of a pack…”

, Younger exclaimed with a sigh. The angel's expression turned quizzical as he tilted his head, "Why would I hate you? I haven't even seen you before!". "Well! in case you didn't notice, I am a demon. Red eyes, Black wings, duh!! And sunbae, Angels and Demons hate each other.", the other drawled, rolling his eyes. Asa cringed at the honorific, "Can you just not call me that! And no. I don't hate you. I don't have a reason to". The younger smiled, his dimples showing as he spoke, "My name is Kyle, and thanks for not hating me", getting a gentle smile in return.

********** Hunter’s PoV “The bastardo called my angel by names, I should’ve fucking took him to the wolves rather giving him an easy death.” I growled, angrily shoving my hand in my hair. I put the gun back in its holster, nodding at the dead body for Luke to take care of, he nodded in agreement and soon my chauffeur came down the road, ready to take me to my Angel.

This incident had topped his trauma list. "I know you are facing your worst times and you are in this situation because of Lucifer, but killing him won't do any good to you or your family. If you had killed him then you would have suffered life imprisonment or something worse. You are your only hope, Andrae. Don't waste your life for a man like Lucifer alright?" Angela's words seem to soothe and prick him simultaneously. All he had in mind was to avenge and he did not pay heed to the consequences. Not even once.