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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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Realm of Hell

'Gadrial, I have come for you.' A voice answered her question and she spun around and stared at the window. Did Uriel just answered her?

"Uriel?" She asked his name out loud this time there was no reply that had come. She walked to the window and she reached out, she wanted to touch the glass but there were none. She had forgotten that in the palace of Hell there was no windows or doors, except for the rooms, of course.

She bit her lip, 'Do not answer to voices in Hell,' Thoth's words played in the back of her mind. There were people who wanted her dead but she would give them a pleasant surprise.

She climbed on to the window sill but before she could step out-

'Are you not going to play our little game?' The creepy voice asked in her mind.

'I am going to play by my rules,' she thought back sarcastically.

'Oh? But we are playing a game and you should guess who I am,' it replied in a sweet voice.