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Forsaken : The Angel wars

Christine didn't know why her dreams were filled with angels. Little did she know she was a reincarnation of the Angel of War. Lucian who damned himself to follow his lover to earth was left broken to see her die over and over again. Uriel who always hid his feelings in the shadows will not back down. Who will win her love in the end? This is a slow burn romance. ------ Lucian took a step forward, Christine took a step back, her back hit the door. Lucian placed his hands on either side of her head pinning her in, his face came closer, she could feel his breath. "What does your gut tell you, Miss Parkins?" Christine couldn't think, she was already undressing him. She averted her gaze, he removed this right hand, placing his fingers under her chin. He forced her face gently so that she was looking into his eyes. "Do not look away from me, tell me what does your gut say?" Christine gulped. "M... My gut says you are hiding behind a barrier, you are not dangerous to me." Lucian smiled at her, he moved his face an inch closer, their noses almost touching. "I am a very dangerous man, Miss Parkins. Your gut is wrong." Christine's head was spinning, then why did he ask me what my gut says if he will only brush it off? Before she could muster a retort her cooking alarm went off. "That would be lunch." ---- Warning: This story does contain smut, R-18. Please proceed with caution. *Disclaimer: The cover does not belong to me and all credit goes to the artist.

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Palace of Hell

Nakir picked up the painting with Uriel's letter crumbled in his hand. He would have to dispose of this letter the only way he could do in hell; burn it.

He stared at the painting, "I have no emotions but it would seem that I have become the father of sins."

He hung the painting back on the wall this time it had stayed where he had placed it, he took in a deep breath and opened his hand which contained the paper.

He stared at it for a long time, his brow furrowed and then the paper went up in flames.

The fire danced at the palm of his hand, his eyes were mesmerized at the sight. Since coming to hell is angelic power had turned to something dark and sinister.

He had hated the way that hell had changed him into this thing but it could not have helped. He wanted revenge on the person that has damned him here; Moloch.

He wanted the gateway to open and he wanted Moloch to come her so that he could torture his immortal soul for eternity.