After Azael was expelled from Heavens, as a fallen angel of a highest rank, he devoted his existence to corrupt humanity. Now, even having Manhattan as his playground, his life has become lame and meaningless. It was until he met Celina Martinez, A...
"5 For You have made him a little lower than the angels, And You have crowned him with glory and honor. 6 You have made him to have dominion over the works of Your hands; You have put all things under his feet..." Psalms 8:5-6
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"We've been fooled!" Lucifer tossed away the parchment in his hands, the gilded roll landed in a corner. Fluorescent fonts burned like embers on the foil to leave a dark scripture imprinted. "That's a privilege that corresponds only to us angels! Why had He made human the recipient of immeasurable admiration? What have we become, babysitters?" The magnanimous archangel fluttered his golden wings, making the room to quiver.
"You must be careful master, He can hear you. He knows the secrets of our thoughts." Azael, the second one under his command, warned the Angel of Light, swallowing the heavy lump in his throat, eyes like amethyst widened, his voice breaking hoarse with nervousness.
"I don't care!", Lucifer socked on the table in front of his, the wood cracked under his fists. "That I want! He must had known the extension of His designations because it's all in His perfect plan! We were conceived before, ours is the power to rule the universe, the stars and every world existent. To our solely presence every creature trembles and we're considered gods amongst all gods!" There was heavy and bitter resentment in the tone of his speech.
"He is God! Who are we to contradict His will?"
"We are mighty angels, His right and His left. To us He owes order over chaos. We've fought for eons to preserve His realm and what's our reward? For I am Lucifer, the most beautiful of everything created. For me the stars rise and shine and galaxies spin around. I'm the commander of all legions. Mine is the right to govern over all creatures of lower rank, but now, we've been replaced by this new man born!" A furious angel pointed to the parchment on the floor. "Read it by yourself Azael. That's our fate."
Obediently, the archangel picked the gilded roll up in shaking hands and read aloud the text, "Then God said, "Let Us make man in Our image, according to Our likeness; let them have dominion over the fish of the sea, over the birds of the air, and over the cattle, over the earth and over every creeping thing that creeps on the earth." So God created man in His own image; in the image of God He created him."
"We're nothing but buffoons and servants now, and 'tis something I will not allow. No one, not even God Father will ever humiliate me or my kin! Summon the legions to assembly at the Heaven atriums. Today we'll declare to war!"
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His purple eyes glowed with unnatural tenderness staring at the lady crossing the street. It's not the first time he'd seen her, busy talking on the phone, on her way to work. The streets, a jungle of glass and steel, bursted crowded that morning like every morning, while Azael stood on a corner watching her pass by.
