Alastor X Lucifer Comic Novels & Stories

It was gnarly and till today, my father, Demon Lord Altyre has vowed to avenge her death I, however have become a tool in his hands to attack his enemies. I would keep on having sex with them in their dreams to suck away their life forms which in turn kills them from the inside. I was tired. I hated the whole point of my existence He threatened to instead force my younger half sister into the job if I left but she left a few weeks ago. So I can finally be free. I fly to my dad’s throne which was the peak of a pinnacle overlooking the underworld. “Hello Father. I want out.”

My fingers grazed the cool surface of the stone, feeling the vibrations that seemed to resonate from the carvings. The altar was adorned with clusters of colored crystals that refracted the sunlight into a dazzling display of hues. Allan's eyes widened as he observed the artifacts, his keen senses attuned to the mystical aura surrounding us. "This place is ancient, Your Majesty, and these crystals... they hold a power I've never encountered before." I nodded in agreement, my gaze fixated on the remnants of burnt offerings. "The sorcerer has left his mark here. This altar is a bridge between realms, a conduit for the magical forces that permeate this forest."

It’s good that I won’t have to think about food for months. I stood in the queue and waited for my turn. But as soon as I approached, my eyes met the colder eyes of Alpha King Brutus. He was not alone, but Evelyn was there with him. “Look, who came to the charity house? A begger Luna Cassandra? or shall I call you Killer Luna Cassandra. You deserves this.” Evelyn laughed as Brutus smirked at his words. “Don’t worry baby. She deserves even more. But I am happy that I finally got you. A right person beside me..” Brutus grabbed her shoulder and pulled her closer. The sight of them together felt like a sharp stab in my heart.

Lucia slouched in her chair. “Sit up straight, dear,” her mother admonished. Lucia, knowing her mother would glare at her until she did as told, so she straightened. “He’s a lycan.” Alpha Solomon shrugged as if that explained it all. Visions of being electrocuted danced through Lucia’s mind. She wanted to bang her head against the elegant dining room table, but her mother would probably throw her highly polished silverware at her. “Oh, and he lives in a castle. It’s a reproduction, of course, but quite nice,” Alpha Salvatore added.

My mate slapped my ass, and the crowd went wild. “Please don't,” I yelled. “Take your clothes off, Dennis,” Alastor ordered. “No, Alpha, he's just a boy,” Fitzroy begged, grabbing onto Alastor's hand. Alastor's eyes darted to where Fitzroy's hand was. “HOW DARE YOU TOUCH ME, YOU FILTHY SCUM!.” Venom, Alastor's wolf was at the forefront. I couldn't look, so I closed my eyes. Unfortunately, I couldn't do the same with my ears.

Steward nodded still keeping his weird stare at Lucifer who didn't back away as well. I frowned when the doctor walked towards Lucifer not breaking the stare. Unconsciously I gulped down at how scary their glares were looking. "Lucifer finally I got a chance to meet you." He said extending his hand but Lucifer didn't say anything. His gaze changed a bit making me gulp down in anticipation. But then. "Hello, doctor I am Lucifer Cate's Lucifer." He exclaimed loudly grabbing the doctor's hand and shaking it childishly. I almost sighed in relief that kid Lucifer was still there.

Later, the goddess of shadows will deny to anyone and everyone–especially Thanatos–who'd ever dare to ask, even under torture, that Proserpina’s jaw most certainly did not dropped in that one moment. To her horror, tears continued to steadily well up in Alastor's eyes as he choked back a sob, “We don't have to fuck if that's what's b-bothering you and you... you don't have to love me l… like that but can't we at least try to get along? Can't we even be friends?” Oh, fuck. . . . It was just so unfair how after all these years of hoping and waiting, right when his mate finally showed up and was literally standing right there–

They moved like ghosts, their blades glowing with an unnatural, dark light. Alaeric was fighting like a demon, his grey eyes flashing with a desperate, wild fury, but he was losing. He stumbled, his sword slipping from his grip as a massive warrior stepped behind him, a dark-steel blade raised high to strike his unprotected neck. “ALAERIC!” I screamed. In the vision, he turned his head. For a heartbeat, he looked right at me. His eyes weren't cold anymore; they were full of a heartbreaking, silent goodbye. Then, the world shattered.

He threw down all his weapons, giving up any form of resistance. "So, he seeks death," I murmured. "Yes," the Beta said. "Our informant heard his last words." On the screen, Alistair tilted his head back, a smile of relief on his face as tears cut through the grime. "I'm coming, my love. My child. I'm coming to pay for my sins." I closed the video and picked up my coffee. Atone? No. This was just the beginning. Death was too easy for him. I mind-linked Lucian.

Alistair said coolly, “that you have become soft. Weak. Ever since you started playing house with your little humans and angels. You’re not the D’Arcy I remember.” Lucian stepped close enough to cast a shadow over him. “I am worse,” he whispered. “I am far, far worse than anything you remember, Alistair.” Alistair swallowed, the cocky tilt of his chin slipping for just a second. Then he stepped back, brushing imaginary dust from his sleeve. “Well. No need to be dramatic. I’ll take my leave.” He turned toward the door but glanced back once. His voice was low, full of venom. “Remember this, Lucian: either by force or fire… I will have Elias. One way or another.”