Nephilim

Nephilim

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Twisting the rules of gods, angels, and demons doesn't usually end well, and April's first-hand experience with them is no exception. April was just attacked by an angel and her cover is blown. She's a nephilim. Her long-term partner doesn't know what to do. What even is a nephilim? Who is this Jehovah guy, and isn't that just another word for God? Is this some sort of weird religious cult? Sadly, it's not that easy. The realm of magic is complex, with fear and hatred having been deeply rooted in the history of the divine. Even the good lie, and the evil tell the truth. --- Regular chapter updates follow the once-weekly schedule, updating on -days. Bonus chapters and early releases will not follow a schedule.
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"I beg you to listen" Murmuring softly as I froze in his touch. Exhaling slowly. Doing my best not run out of his hold. "What are you saying?" "I'm the Angel of Death" Scoffing and pulling from his touch. "And you were assigned to me?" "Yes" "You're an angel sent to what? Kill me?" Shoving his chest away with all my strength as I rose to my feet, fighting the ache. This was too much, I couldn't breathe. He's supposedly an angel?! An Angel of Death at that?! Lifting his hands in defense. Pain etching his perfect features. "No. No! I'm the one protecting you from-" Angela lived her day to day life with her blissful routine. School, work, home, repeat. But the tables flip when she is met by a brooding stranger that seems to follow everywhere she goes, hiding deep in the shadows but is always there. Who is he? Why was he always there when death is at Angela's doorstep. Why was he always there with every turn of her head?

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