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Angel’s POV Ace seemed torn, caught between the darkness that enveloped him and my offer. His voice cracked as he spoke, "But what if I never get better? What if I'm stuck like this forever?" I drew a deep breath, my voice filled with determination. "Ace, I won't pretend to have all the answers, but what I do know is that there are professionals who specialize in helping people like you navigate through this darkness. They have the tools, the knowledge, and the experience to guide you towards a path of healing. We have to believe that there is hope, that there is a chance for you to find peace and happiness once again."

His teeth and every little detail of his face seemed to be carved out by God. “I'm Sebastian Damon, Can I know your name?” He stretched out his hand to Raphaella, and she hesitated for a second before taking his hand. “Raphaella Aiko Mendel.” She replied with a smile, and it surprised her how she felt so reassured with this man. “I'm Betty Lucas, Raphaella's best friend.” Betty pitched in proudly, Raphaella rolled her eyes at her playfully and Sebastian smiled at them. “So, would you like to dance, Raphaella?”

My deepest secret is that she, the sexy as fuck women who will soon be my wife was mine, she was my first and only and will be until the day I take my last breath. Demitria owns me, mind, body and soul... she's the fucking devil and 'm her devoted follower. She is my Diabla.

And in that moment, I understood something clearly, Angel wasn’t just a responsibility to him. She was his greatest wound.

Although the crow was perched on his left shoulder, I just chose to focus my attention on this man, especially on his slight chuckle at what I said. "But you are not a servant of this household. You are my official ghostwriter. Therefore, you, Miss Naenia Lovercraft, are my personal property. So call me your Lord." "Eww," I responded without hesitation. I did not even bother to hide how I rolled my eyes and stuck my tongue out. But instead of being mad, he just chuckled and shook his head. "As expected. Haha! But don't worry, you can also just call me Zayde. It's my first name." He then smiled warmly and extended his arm for a handshake.

She sat up. “Okay. . I have seen those souls and creatures with my own eyes and I do not have anyway to deny it. This is the underworld. That old, wrinkly man is Charon. And you are Hades, the god of hell. But--” she threw her arms in the air, palms up. “I am not Persephone, that just cannot be. I am Angelique. I have been Angelique the moment I was born. I am a mortal. I do not have any power. This is just impossible.”

She began gathering clothes as the Angel towered over Xavier, sniffing him. “Stop!” She screamed causing Xavier to look confused. “I’m not doing anything.” He protested. “Just get out so I can get dressed.” Xavier held his hands up while walking out of the room. She sighed looking deadly at the Angel. “Who are you?” She asked in a much lower tone. “I’m Gabriel, God’s warrior, one of the many carriers of souls.” “Well Gabriel, whatever,” His eyebrows rose at her clear disrespect. “I have a job to do so just go away and let me focus.”

meanwhile in sky good angel : I'm shy evil angel : are you a pervert to watch all these good angel : its romantic evil angel : yeah yeah so much good angel : hehe

Sincerly, Angel Franco