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Archangel Samael

Kamisama’s Game

Synopsis When a mysterious crack opens in the sky, unleashing powerful monsters and catastrophic explosions, the world is thrown into chaos. The crack, known as the God's Seal, is holding back an ancient force called the Angel Born—beings so powerful that their release could end the world. Ace, a determined young man with the powers of the long-dead Dragon King, is thrust into a fight for survival when he is introduced to the Magus Corporation—a secretive organization dedicated to stopping the Angels' return. With the help of his friends—Lancelot, Kelly, Zang, Sheldon, and Troy—Ace begins his training to dismantle the Followers of Light, a dangerous cult working to weaken the God's Seal. But the mission soon takes a dark turn when Lancelot, the laid-back and enigmatic mentor, is captured by the Archangels after a reckless attack on the Heaven Realm. As their battles intensify, the group faces inner demons as well as external threats. Kelly, devastated by the apparent deaths of his friends, transforms into an anti-hero, abandoning his ideals and resorting to ruthless tactics to save the world. Troy struggles with the inner turmoil caused by the spirits of the Seven Deadly Sins that reside within him, making him a volatile but powerful ally. Meanwhile, Zang learns to control his explosive powers, Sheldon manipulates amalgamations to fight on his behalf, and Ace discovers the true potential of his Dragon King abilities. The world teeters on the brink of destruction as the God's Seal weakens, forcing the characters to face down divine enemies, political factions, and monsters from across realms. As tensions rise, Lancelot’s sacrifice becomes the ultimate test of loyalty and sacrifice. In a final war against the Angels, demons, and forces beyond their comprehension, the group is pushed to their limits. Ace and his friends must confront the true cost of heroism, and in the end, only one remains to restore the world—through self-sacrifice. As Ace uses his newfound powers to resurrect the planet, the characters learn that even in a world filled with gods and monsters, it is friendship, sacrifice, and redemption that will ultimately shape their fate.
WriterPurgatory · 4.1K Views

Die Passion des Herzogs

(HAUPTGESCHICHTE ABGESCHLOSSEN) Im Königreich des Herzens, einem Reich, in dem Vampire herrschen und Menschen nichts weiter als Vieh sind, wurde Lilou, eine Bäuerin, von dem schlimmsten wahnsinnigen Vampir seiner Art gejagt. Doch so furchtbar, wie er sie als seine "reservierte Mahlzeit" bezeichnete, nannte dieser Vampir sie auch seine Braut! Außer: Meine Augen blicken voller Angst auf das noch immer schlagende Herz in seiner Hand. "Mein Herr, verzeiht mir, aber ... ist das der verdammte Beweis, den Ihr mir zu zeigen versprochen habt?" fragte ich mit zittriger Stimme, während ich mit zitternden Knien dagegen ankämpfte, aufzugeben. "Mhm ... glaubt Ihr jetzt, dass ich gut darin bin, Herzen zu erobern?" Der silberhaarige Mann mit den bedrohlichen tiefroten Augen starrte mich nach einem Nicken stolz an. Ich schnappte nach Luft, als er seine Hand zu einer Faust ballte und das frische Herz zerdrückte. "Ja, Mylord. Ihr seid gut darin, buchstäblich." Beschämt sah ich zu, wie die Teile des Herzens fielen, als er sich näherte. Bei jedem seiner Schritte wich ich einen Schritt zurück, bis ich mit dem Rücken an einer festen Säule stand. "Hm", kicherte Samael kurz und blieb vor mir stehen. Seine langen, spitzen Nägel, die mit Blut bedeckt waren, zeichneten meinen Ellbogen bis hinunter zu meiner Hand nach. Sanft klemmte er meinen Zeigefinger zwischen seine und führte ihn vor seine Lippen. "Aber habe ich deinen Test bestanden?" fragte er, während die scharfe Spitze seines Nagels über die Spitze meines Fingers strich. Ich starrte in seinen durchdringenden Blick, als ich zögernd antwortete: "Gerade so." Er grinste und nickte zufrieden, bevor er seinen Nagel auf die Spitze meines Zeigefingers drückte, aus der sich schnell ein Blutstropfen bildete. "So ein süßes Aroma." flüsterte er, nahm meinen blutenden Finger in den Mund und leckte ihn leidenschaftlich ab. Sein bedrohlicher Blick verließ meinen nicht, während er ein wenig von meinem Blut verzehrte. "Heißt das, du nimmst meine Einladung an?" Samael hielt meinen Finger zwischen seinen Reißzähnen und erkundigte sich. Ich biss mir unbewusst auf die Unterlippe, mein Herz in der Brust trommelte, während mir der Schweiß den Rücken hinunterlief. "Aber ... ich bin nur ..." Ich hielt inne und hoffte, dass meine Antwort dem Ganzen ein Ende setzen würde. "... ich bin nur ein Mensch." Samael schnalzte mit der Zunge, verärgert über meine Antwort, als er meinen Finger losließ. "Nein", flüsterte er. Mein ganzer Körper versteifte sich, als er sich vorbeugte und mit der Nasenspitze meine Schulter bis zu meinem Hals streichelte, während sein heißer Atem meine Haut kitzelte. "Du bist nicht einfach nur ein Mensch ... du bist mein Mensch." betonte er, bevor ich spürte, wie sich seine Lippen teilten und die Spitze seiner Reißzähne meine Haut berührte. Cover nicht meins. *** Original Story von: alienfrommars FOLLOW ME ON INSTAGRAM für originelle Charaktere: @authoralienfrommars Discord-Server: https://discord.gg/tbS4rKec3e
alienfrommars · 49.4K Views

The Divine system:my journey to celestial Godhood By kbp

The scene opens with a bloodied battlefield, littered with the lifeless bodies of demons and angels alike, both fallen and holy. The stench of death hangs heavy in the air, mingling with the acrid smoke of the scorched earth. The landscape is a wasteland, a testament to the brutality of the battle that had just unfolded.Not far from the carnage, hidden within the shadows of a cave, lay three figures. Two were gravely wounded, their bodies barely clinging to life. One was the archangel Michael, whose once radiant armor was now stained with blood, his wings torn and battered. The other was the fallen archangel Lucifer, his wings scorched and tattered, his face twisted in agony as he fought to stay conscious. The third figure, In stark contrast to the injured angels, stood tall and composed. His presence was almost ethereal, though his features were hidden in shadow, making him an enigmatic figure in the midst of the ruin. He gazed down at Lucifer, a look of sympathy in his eyes. “I’m sorry that you had to suffer this fate,” he murmured, his voice laced with regret. His eyes shifted to both archangels, and he sighed deeply. “I’ll make it right.” A brief pause followed, the words after “I’ll make it right” lost in a quiet murmur, as if the figure’s voice faltered, or the meaning was veiled in secrecy. The only words that were clear came at the end, filled with finality and determination. “Take this new life and…” Another break in his words, this time leaving a lingering silence. Suddenly, the scene faded, shifting from the cave of despair to a small, dimly lit room. A young man lay in bed, his body drenched in sweat, breathing heavily as though he had just run a marathon. His eyes flickered open, a look of panic written across his face. He bolted upright, the nightmare still fresh in his mind. “Shit, that same dream… when will it stop?” Lucian Cross muttered, rubbing his eyes as if to rid himself of the lingering remnants of the vision. Glancing at the alarm clock beside him, he saw the time—almost 7:30 AM. He groaned, realizing he was running late. With a sigh, he threw off the covers and reluctantly dragged himself out of bed. It was the last day of school, and though he had hoped for it to be a day of relief, it held no joy. It was the day of the awakening ceremony, a day that would determine his future and his job class, though Lucian’s expectations were low. School, in his mind, was nothing but a hellish place. A place where he was used and trampled on, his life a series of miserable days. But today—today was supposed to be different. It was his last day, and maybe, just maybe, the ceremony would bring something good. He didn’t dare dream too big, but a small hope flickered inside him. The vice principal called out, “Lucian Cross, come on stage.” Lucian gulped as the whispers of mocking and ridicule from his classmates and juniors filled the air. He could hear their gossip: “Why is he even here?” “Bet he’ll awaken nothing.” “He’s just wasting our time.” Tightening his fist, Lucian forced himself forward, his footsteps heavy with anxiety. Reaching the podium, he glanced at the imposing white crystal, its surface shimmering with an otherworldly glow. “Place your hand on the crystal,” the vice principal instructed. Lucian hesitated briefly before resting his hand against the cool surface of the crystal. The room fell silent, anticipation hanging thick in the air. Suddenly, the crystal erupted in a dazzling platinum light so bright it was blinding. Gasps echoed through the hall as a celestial-class phenomenon unfolded. The sound of heavenly trumpets filled the room, shaking the very ground beneath them. The heavens themselves seemed to part, and a radiant Roman cross-like gate opened in the sky above. From the portal descended two armies of celestial beings, one side composed of graceful angels, the other of fallen angels. The fallen angels were an intimidating sight. Dark knights clad ...
KingBlaqPen · 3.7K Views

Godnet - Valkyrie Protocol

After the betrayal of Luciferel, and having to deal with the Nephilim problem God made a few changes to how Heaven was run. Time does not quite flow the same in Heaven, so God was able to draw inspiration from millennia of human history. In the end, God chooses to structure things like a mega-corporation with him as the CEO and his archangels acting as department heads. To keep the threat of another angel rebellion to a minimum, every few years the angels would be ordered to change departments. To ensure that things ran smoothly and that the communication between departments happened in a timely fashion a Heaven-wide internet was established called Godnet. Due to an accident caused by mistaken identity, John Smith was killed by an angel on her first day in the Department of Death. By the time she released her mistake, it was far too late to "just" put him back in his own body. In an effort to correct her mistake the angel tried to have John Smith be reborn in the universe she originally was supposed to have a John Smith die in. The Angel was originally in IT for Godnet so she thought that it would be not too difficult to hide her little oops by altering a few records. However, she got a call from Upper Management during the process of having John be reborn. Figuring the " proper" department would step in to finish the process, the angel left to report to upper management, not wanting to receive an even bigger punishment than what she was already going to receive. In her rush to leave, she forgot to close down the connection to Godnet.
Mindviper81 · 93.8K Views

Young Master's PoV: Woke Up As A Villain In A Game One Day

"Now you see?" she shouted in a mix of annoyance and disappointment. "You can't outsmart Scrients! They're the most intelligent beings across the two realms." "You're right," I muttered, averting my gaze with a heavy sigh. "I made a mistake. I was too arrogant to think that a mere human like me could fool them." —BOOM!! "Heik! Wh-What was that?" "Hmm? I'm not sure. Maybe you should go and ask the most intelligent beings across the two realms. Oh wait, you can't. I killed them all.” ______ My name is Samael Kaizer Theosbane. On the last day of high school, I got into a fight with a kid I used to bully. It was a stupid, pointless scuffle, and in the middle of it, I tripped and hit my head on a rock. That’s when the memories came flooding in - the memories of another life, of a different world. Suddenly, everything made a twisted kind of sense. I realized two things. First, I was in a game I used to play in my past life. Second, I was a villain. A villain! Not the cool and mysterious kind, either. No, my destiny was to be manipulated and die a dog's death! I was the worst type of cliché: an ungrateful, privileged, insufferable young master. The sort you'd find in those poorly written fantasy stories. The kind everyone hates — a snobby brat from a powerful noble family who thinks he owns the world just because he was born with a silver spoon lodged in his mouth. You know the type. The one the hero beats to a pulp to prove his worth. Yeah, I was that guy. And the hero? The hero was the kid I’d been bullying all this time. The same one I got into a fight with. He was the supposed savior of this damned world. A world teetering on the edge of destruction, beset by wars, calamities, and a grim future that only I knew. And at the end of it all, the final antagonist of the game, the undefeatable boss… the Spirit King, was waiting. But could I even make it to the end? Could I conquer a game where defeat was the only certainty? A game that was now my reality! “Ah, fuck it.” I had no idea if I could, but I sure as hell was going to try. Extorting extras, manipulating main characters, twisting the story to my advantage, stealing the hero’s cheat items, killing villains before they could become threats - nothing was beneath me. Would the main characters be affected? Who cares! Would the story change? Even better! All I cared about was me—my survival, my life, my choices. “I will live this life with no regrets.” …But as I soon discovered, fate was not easily changed. And the price of altering one's destiny was steep.
The_One_Who_Was · 1M Views

The Beginning of the Beginnings

The Beginning of The Beginnings by Simon Smolnik In the endless expanse of eternity, where multiple realms converge and the gods decide on the very fabric of existence, there is born an outstanding tale. The Beginning of The Beginnings is not just a tale; it's an experience-born love for imagination, storytelling, and biblical scripture that takes readers deep into the breathtaking worlds of vibrant characters down to the ultimate struggle between good and evil. The Almighty God stands in the midst, and then Sarnel the Eternal Prince of Heaven, a figure whose presence radiates an aura of strength, authority, and grace. Then there is the company of the Seven Great Archangels, who are celestial beings who serve in roles so grand yet deeply personal. It is through epic battles, profound moments of vulnerability, and steadfast devotion that each one of them-Michael, Raphael, Uriel, and the rest-play their role in the unfolding narrative. This story was born from my desire to create something meaningful, something that could bring people closer to each other while also introducing them to the truths that I believe in. I have always loved the idea of crafting worlds from my imagination: worlds of wonder, beauty, and conflict. The Beginning of The Beginnings truly reflects that passion: a mixture of grand cosmic battles, intricate characters, and amazing settings. Growing up in Poland and living in the UK for almost five years surrounded me with the beauty of different cultures, environments, and ways of life. These experiences shaped my view of this world and inspired me to channel that sense of wonder into the stories I write. I hope this reimagining of biblical figures such as Michael or Gabriel can show their stories in a new light, deeply rooted in scripture with creative expression. I love writing epic fights that echo across heaven, creating this huge and expansive cosmology to connect every layer of existence from the Throne of God down into the darkest depths of Hell. But this is not a novel of mere battles and world-building. It's about the relationships between these beings: the struggles, the triumphs, and the unwavering sense of purpose that they have. It's about exploring what it means to be part of something greater than oneself, to stand firm in the face of unimaginable challenges, and to fight for what's right-even when the odds are against you. The Beginning of The Beginnings is my means of sharing this wonder with any who would consider such tales and mortals who genuinely love epic tales, faith, and creativity. I thus hope that this book will allow people to see beauty in these realms and feel the inspiration that strength and love bind them together. This is just the beginning of a larger vision I have, and I can’t wait to share this journey with you. If you want to support me or see more things I'm working on. These are links for Exlusive Content like leaks and early access to future chapters that i will realese here: Ko-fi: https://ko-fi.com/simonsmolnik Patreon: https://patreon.com/SimonSmolnik?utm_medium=unknown&utm_source=join_link&utm_campaign=creatorshare_creator&utm_content=copyLink
Simon_Smolnik · 10.7K Views

The Player Of The Ten Rings

It has been 8 years since the emergence of the "Gates" in the world. At first it was studied due to their strange appearance and the fact that they had some kind of timer on them was also a cause for them being studied. But when the timer hit zero various monsters appeared out of it destroying the places surrounding them and killing countless people. The military of all the world mobilised in order to combat them and protect their nations. But they soon found out that their weapons were ineffective against the monsters for some reason. Seeing this the people were thinking that all hope was lost when several figures from all around the world appeared and defeated the monsters. It was soon revealed that alongside the "Gates", "Doors" also appeared which after clearing, a person can get skills with which they will be able to fight against the monsters and destroy the "Gates." With the help of these special people which the world has dubbed as "Players" owing to their game like abilities, the world has managed to regain order as they destroy the Gates and protect the world. And the Players have become celebrities with Wealth, Fame and Power. Among them is Michael Wilson, an 18 year old boy from the country of India in the state of Kerala. He managed to get a Door for himself and gained a skill which was unique to say the least. Now armed with a skill of his own, he strives to reach the same heights as the other great Players in the world as he wishes to protect the world and starts his ascension in the world!
Lust_Demon_Samael · 121.9K Views

The Celestials Prison - Project Archangel

The Celestial is a symbol of the divine, a pillar stretching high into the heavens. It is worshipped for the blessings it brought upon the world. Extraordinary power, revolutionary tools, and beings beyond understanding. Bearing its power will not only change your fate, but the fate of the world. The noble Pendragon family, once known for their brutally efficient art of war, are revered for their effort and contribution in the field of medicine. They established the Helios Hospital of Medical Research and Development, sharing their years of work for the ongoing betterment of the angels. House Pendragon is loved by their people for this. But following the end of the war between angels and demons, they do not relish in this praise, for they always remember the pain and loss for that advancement. Upon acquiring the power of the Darkeater, Sirin Pendragon, daughter of Siba, enthusiastically put forward the proposition that would go on to inspire the creation of Project Archangel. Ironically, the very thing that would destroy House Pendragon. "The Darkeater even allows for the creation of matter at even the intricacies of the cellular level! We can create entire organs, bones, even limbs at will! Why in the world would the demons be so quiet about this? It's potential is limitless!" Eos, Yami, Nova, and Zeus enjoy the simple days they spend together with their mother. However, each day becomes more mundane as nothing ever changes. Their mother couldn't have ever controlled the children's growing curiosity, the will to satiate the senses with experiences they weren't yet privy too is only natural. It was the same for herself as well. But upon warning them of the vast, mysterious, and evil world beyond the forest surrounding their little home, she realized the truth was simply inevitable no matter what she did to hide it.
CelestialDuck · 6.5K Views

My Own Paradise

two main male characters: Claude, a modern-day witch, and Eden, a Nephilim. Even though they are completely different from one another, they are ultimately just the two sides of the same coin. Hundreds of years have passed since the war ended between the Nephilims and the humans. Eden, being the last of his race, had received punishment from the Archangels for their transgressions. Therefore, he had been doing nothing but obediently carry out his punishment, since what else could he do with his inescapable fate? Until ... PACK! Eden turned to see an unfamiliar man against the window, squinting at him. His ivory hair was dripping wet, well actually he was drenched from head to toe as if he went for a swim and forgot to bring a spare change of clothes which made his current clothes stick to his body and outlining his muscles. His pinkish eyes squinted hard at Eden for a few seconds before recognition sets in. "YOU!" He pushed himself off the window and went towards the entrance all while Eden was trying to place the crazy human in his head and the next thing he knew the man grabbed hold of his arm, ignoring some humans in uniform telling him off for getting the floors wet and dragged him out of the place. ────୨ৎ──── please dont judge the cover ;; its made from canva. socials: @aresclothovt at twitter! NOTE: im the original author of this work. my previous account was binded with just a twitter account that i dont think it's secure enough so i made a new account.
florenceares · 6.6K Views
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