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    Angel From Hell
    Angel From Hell
    Angel From Hell
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    Angel From Hell

    By Alaina Stanford

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    Is she too beautiful to be evil?

    O'liv'et lost her wings in the Great War after she chose to follow Lucifer. It was the only mistake she ever made and it earned her an eternal place in the lake of fire. Lucifer was no more. Once he and all his followers were cast out of heaven, Lucifer' could no longer hide the evil inside. Slowly over millennia, O'livet watched in horror as Lucifer transformed into Satan, the King of Hell. Only then did she realize Lucifer had not only betrayed God, but all of his followers as well. He was not Gods equal, he could never be. There was no new Garden of Eden waiting for them beyond God's reach as he had promised. One day in deep despair O'livet crawled out of the pit of hell and stood at the edge of the chasm that separated them from heaven. She fell to her knees and dared to pray to be shown the path to redemption. A vision flashed across the sky before her of a young man with coal black hair and dark brown eyes. The wind whispered his name and her breath caught in her throat. Suddenly everything became clear.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherAlaina Stanford
    Release dateNov 30, 2017
    ISBN9781370384723
    Angel From Hell
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    Alaina Stanford

    From the Author:Thanks to all my readers for your support and reviews! Please don't hesitate to email me with any questions or comments: 11alaina11@gmail.com I love hearing from my readers! Don't forget Book 1 of Hypnotic Journey, Archangel and the Rule Series are FREE! FREE! FREE!!About Alaina:Alaina lives a stone's throw from the Mississippi River in Missouri. Her first story was published in the local newspaper at age 6. She hasn't stopped writing since.As the mother of seven children she loved to play video games with her kids. One day it occurred to her to write an adventure that flowed like a video game. She added a touch of romance and Hypnotic Journey was born.The Fantasy Romance- HJ characters are like a family to Alaina. They are foolish, daring, resourceful and full of passion not only for life but for the friendships they have created in this world and the next.Alaina's been a Trekkie all her life, so her next series was Science Fiction. The Treborel Series is a paranormal adventure featuring a two best friend's as the hero's fighting to find the women they love and survive the chaos of a continental conflict while being stalked by a psychotic villain determined to destroy them.Archangel is a pre-apocalyptic series about angels fighting against the rising evil in a desperate attempt to keep humanity alive long enough to reach the end of days.Royal Duty is a new type of series. Each book is a different genre- Science Fiction, Historical Romance, Fantasy, etc. They all share a central theme of a royal heir struggling against their obligations to the throne.In the end, Alaina writes about how friendship and love can be the only thing keeping you alive long enough to defeat your demons. You will find Alaina's stories exciting and steamy, but she's not an erotic author. Her characters still fall in love and have sex, its just not that obvious.You can email Alaina at 11alaina11@gmail.com anytime. She loves to hear from her readers.

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      Angel From Hell - Alaina Stanford

      ANGEL FROM HELL

      ARCHANGEL BOOK 5

      ALAINA STANFORD

      Published by Alaina Stanford for Smashwords

      Copyright 2017 Alaina Stanford for Smashwords

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      Chapter One

      Fire and brimstone are an oversimplified description of hell. The stark rock cliffs, lava geysers, and fiery pool description is basically the entry foyer. Consider it a cryptic welcome to hell that leaves no doubt about where you're spending eternity. It’s merely the first of many twisted settings designed by the wicked sense of humor only Satan could inspire. Most of hell is a barren field of ice. Not the pretty ice that comes after new-fallen snow. But the brown and black icy slush that lines the city streets during rush hour.

      The exact nature of hell is based on the residual torture each victim brings with them. Some relive the moment of their death over and over again. Others exist in a medieval village falling prey to a werewolf, zombie, or vampire day after day, night after night. Still, others walk along the same path each day and end up slipping into a pit of mud, sand or tar to suffocate over and over again. Many were allowed to walk among the tortured while worms burrowed through their flesh. They’d watch with envy as the others were allowed to die each day. Each occupant’s greatest fear in life was resurrected in hell, and there’s nothing they can do to change their path. Death’s actually a relief in these scenarios.

      The beauty of this approach is the pure and yet vivid memory of each occupants impending death surging through to the core of their being. They choke and gag as they desperately try to vocalize their screams of horror, which are locked deep inside their mind. With each and every slow and steady step, their helplessness feeds their terror as they move closer and closer to their doom.

      Even so, at some point, those personal fears actually lose momentum. Occupants grow numb to the once torturous routine. That’s when things get interesting. Well, interesting for Satan anyway. O'liv'et stared down at the line of new arrivals. They tore at their clothes, trying to escape the scorching heat as the fluid inside their eyes started to boil. She pitied them. Fools, the lot of them, ignorant, selfish fools.

      But she had no room to talk. She was the biggest fool of all. She surrendered to her passions and earned her eternity of fire and ice, just like the rest of them. It’d actually be easier if she was one of those pathetic mortals. Growing numb to the horrors of hell was a blessing, even if it lasted a short time. Satan always reminded O’liv’et that she had it easier than most of the other fallen angels. As his mistress, she wasn't expected to travel the mortal plane. She was the only angel left that hadn't yet felt the sting of mortal death. Her status, plus the lack of wings she’d lost in the final battle, were to blame for her lengthy stay in hell, away from the mortal realm.

      Her mind rushed back to the creation of hell. When Heaven’s outcasts still held the glow of God despite their banishment. Over the years, the faster hell grew in size and strength, the more the divine presence, i.e., their beauty diminished. Even Lucifer was not immune. Since he was the most powerful of the fallen, his transition happened so slowly that it seemed as if in the course of a few days, Lucifer’s unearthly beauty was no more. Yet it had taken over a millennium, as O'liv’et watched in horror as her beloved Lucifer to transform into Satan, the King of Hell.

      With the loss of his beauty, Satan’s true nature became more and more apparent. When he began turning the fallen’s female offspring into Nephilim and impregnating them with his seed, thus creating upper demons to plague the earth did O’liv’et realize Lucifer's betrayal ran much deeper than his beauty. Not only had he betrayed God, but he'd betrayed his followers as well. He was not God’s equal, he could never be. All his promises of glory and power were the simplest of lies. There was no new Garden of Eden waiting for them beyond God's reach as he had promised. Instead, they were cast down to earth, doomed to hide in the darkness of hell until the End of Days arrived.

      Worst of all, by O’liv’et’s betrayal of God. She followed Lucifer out of pure blind love. She’d been the biggest fool of all. There’d been no political or philosophical disagreement with God on her part. She’d given up an eternity of bliss for an elusive emotion that faded quickly with time.

      O’liv’et stared at the mortals as their flesh peeled off and puddled at their feet. This was her life now, her limited eternity. One day Christ would return and throw them all into the lake of fire. She knew it, they all knew. Yet Satan refused to believe it. He was too busy transforming the worst of these poor damned souls into demons. Satan insisted a large enough demon army could defeat God and his archangels. O’liv’et knew in her heart, he was wrong. His fate, like hers, lies in the lake of fire.

      Too long had she wasted her precious time using her perfect body to sate Satan’s lust. Lucifer was the one who’d earned her love, but he was gone now. Replaced by a creature as hideous as God was magnificent. Yet each fallen angel, Satan included, could summon their lost beauty for a short time. All save O’liv’et, her beauty never faded, and no one knew why. Was it a trick Satan used to hold his attention? Or more likely a punishment God bestowed on her to remind the others of what they’d lost.

      O’liv’et’s fists clenched at her side. With a jerk of her head, her amber ponytail flew off her bare shoulder and trailed down her back. There had to be another way. Her emerald eyes rose to the far horizon. To a patch of distant blue sky that hinted of fluffy white clouds and bright sunlight. How she longed to return to Heaven. I was wrong, She whispered to the distant blissful horizon, I thought Lucifer’s beauty ran deeper than flesh. I was wrong. Beauty and grandeur captured my heart, but it was my betrayal that condemned me. Where is your mercy now, Lord? Where is your forgiveness? Is this all that is left for me? Is there nothing more?

      She glanced down into the pit below. The fires of hell danced as it spat smoke and red hot ash into the stark blackness above the massive cavern. Screams filled the air as one by one, the recently deceased fell into the boiling lake. They bobbed up and down past a waterfall of lava floating slowly toward the distant shore. Their flesh blackened and peeled off their bodies, layer by layer as the searing force of the boiling water sought to invade every open cavity. On earth, death would have given them a merciful end, but this was hell. There was no mercy here, no escape, only pain, and horror.

      She forced her eyes away from the carnage of the writhing bodies below. Her eyes rose once more toward the horizon. It was her only hope. Was there even a slim chance at redemption after all these years? No fallen angel had dared try to return to heaven. But recently, something felt different. It was a subtle change like when the wind shifts slightly, and a cool breeze touches your skin for only an instant. But it’s enough to warn you that a storm is on the other side of the horizon, just out of sight. And it’s heading your way.

      Her eyes narrowed at the thin strip of blue sky as if squinting would reveal some secret message. Perhaps there was some way. Rumors had surfaced that the archangel Raphael had offered redemption instead of banishment to some of the others. They’d all refused, none of them were willing to risk Satan’s wrath should God refuse to honor Raphael’s promise.

      She smiled as the once still voice in her head suddenly returned, urging her to repent. Her conscience, that was interesting. Maybe she did have a chance. She glanced down at her helmet made from the skull of a porcelain bug demon. The helmet’s needle-like duel antennae added an unworldly touch to her angelic appearance. She slipped on the helmet. It shimmered and spat out a long line of dark green scales that flowed down her back and crept around to grasp her breasts surrounding them in their protective shell. The insect claws gripped her bosom, adding to the unusual sight. Unfortunately, it wasn’t enough to distract anyone in hell from the fact that she was an angel without wings.

      Arching her back, O’liv’et laughed at the mere thought that her wings might have returned because of her confession. She adjusted the sword at her belt. It was the only remnant of her divine life she still carried. Eyeing the horizon, O’liv’et scanned the rocky ridge that ran along the western wall of the fiery canyon below. It would take some effort, but she could reach it.

      It was time to see if the rumors of Raphael’s offers were real.

      ***

      It was a warm Alaskan day, but the wind was cold, ever cold. It was an ominous chilling wind, the kind of chill that penetrated your flesh deep down to your bones. But this was different. This time the chill ran deeper, deep enough to touch your soul. It held the scent of war. The ultimate battle between good and evil had begun. Vada sat down on the large boulder on the rocky shore of Castor Island and pulled her stocking cap down over her ears. She gazed out at the crowd around her. They too had responded to the chill in the air. Some were covered in sleeping bags or blankets, others snuggled close together for warmth. Small bonfires littered the shoreline and surrounding woods as people attempted to fight the cold.

      All eyes were on her, silently, patiently waiting.

      They were looking for an explanation, an explanation she didn’t have. The miracle they’d all waited for still hadn’t happened; the mass ascension. How could she tell them it was a fool’s dream? A promise that God never made, a misinterpretation of the Bible. No one was going to disappear in an instant. No one was going to hear Gabriel’s horn. No one was going to be taken up to heaven by God, not even the children. No one was being spared the horror of the rising evil. It was all a fairy tale.

      What was happening was a multitude of new religions surging through the internet and popping up in abandoned schools and sports arenas. Suddenly Christianity was an outdated religion full of prudes and prejudice. It was labeled a cult filled with lies,

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