COVER NOT MINE

Angel Adams might just have to be the unluckiest kid in the block but being a literal angel after death? 

 Adams is rough around the edges who knew he was actually just a diamond in the rough waiting to be chipped out and death was the only way to do it.


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I open my eyes and the building's gone, I look ahead at the water body ahead and city lights, hooting, with the wind lifting me, my wings are still on fire and there's lightning coming out of my fists.

 I hear screeching behind me and veer around to see the most disgusting race of demons I've ever seen_on the internet, with these huge bat wings and blades on the edges, their fingers were blades too with fire coming out of their eyes, they were only two of em.

"That one's ripe for the taking"

"I don't want no trouble_Rafe? Raphael? Hey homie, I got trouble out here" 

I laugh when nothing's happened and my wings are gliding on the wind thermal, I can see my reflection on the water clearly, I face them smiling.

"Hey, I'm Angel...Hail Satan"

"You're coming with us" The demon pulls out a huge sword and I pull back.

"Back up" I raise my flaming hand but they don't balk.

"Uhh..the power compels thee?"

They exchange looks like I'm crazy and I feel the heat rising and an extreme amount of fire and lightning comes shooting out of my hand to scorch them. 

I turn to fly away and look at my hand "That worked?"

The demons double up to four, screeching, I curse trying to evade the hail of blades coming at me and wince at the one that stabs my feet, I let myself drop in the water and the fire on my wings is still persistent.

Fire in water, how unbelievable.

I hold my breath and grit my teeth pulling out the daggers, no blood, the demons were floating above water just waiting for me like a swarm of killer bees but what could be worse?

It's been 2 minutes and I'm still underwater, my lungs were gonna give out anytime soon, my brain if I had any would be swelling, air bubbles escape and I'm still 

Angel Adams

Moran walked into the reliquary bowing at the Magma Lord rested on a chair made of gem made by the sprites he enslaved, they gasped trying to mould the chair to support his strength, it wasn't easy trying to make it work with their size, they were as small as lizards with bodies like gemstones, they were opalescent and their skin colour depended on the environment to which they reflected like diamonds. 


 The reliquary was dark and the brown walls made them look brown and dull, Moran bowed again then grimaced at the elves put to work, why did it have to be so dark and the sprites so disgusting? He winced when the Magma Lord stirred, lava poured from his breastplate spilling on a sprite that died off, the others panicked at the unfortunate mishap. 


Whenever Murdur blinked, a fall of lava dropped, he looked like a rocky, sleeping giant that just woke up from his nap and he looked at Moran with his head down. 


Chapter 11