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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: The Palace

Nakir stood in the garden and looked at the right side where Gadrial had her battle with the demonic rose bushes.

"You are powerful Gabby," Nakir whispered to the garden.

He saw some of the rose bushes were moving and one of them which weren't much higher than a toddler.

"You brought her here," it whispered and blinked its rose petal eyes.

Nakir knelt and stared straight into those petal eyes, "I have not brought her here."

"You lie, King of hell," it hissed at him, "We were your garden which you took care of by bringing bodies."

Yes, he did that. He had brought demonic enemies here so that the garden could grow.

"I have brought you demons to feed on that you could thrive," Nakir replied in a solemn tone.

"Thrive? You think we were thriving?" It hissed angrily, "We have lived on the scraps you have brought us, but it did not sustain us!"