Baphomet Helltaker Novels & Stories

He stepped out of the barrier, first his right foot then his left foot. “I am ABADDON, BRINGER OF HELL ON EARTH, I HOLD THE KEY TO HADES!” He growled ferociously, his face getting redder.. he flicked his fingers disbanding the elders, throwing them at the different corners of the hall, then he froze everyone of them. “NO!!!!!!!” I cried out. “I was only going to kill you, but because of what you have done today, I’m afraid they have been added to the list. And you will watch as I tear them each to pieces.” His grinning eyes pierced into my very soul, making me shiver in fear.

I said and Belphegor raised his brow—I don’t know what that means but I want to slug him and erase that expression he’s donning in his mug. “I see.” Belphegor hummed and continued to drink his wine. “I see how it is. My son, Baal will probably enjoy your company—he sure loves hanging out with heirs, specially the son of one of the most powerful rulers here.” The demon lets his wine be refilled by a servant. “You’ll have the most comfort here in hell when you’re with the right people.”

“I need to go back to the trunk before Blake may see me. I would be receiving more of these if he will—” “No need to go back, Robert. I saw you already,” in a deep baritone voice, Blake spoke. It was like Lucifer calling from the underworld. Robert trembled as he covered his head. He started screaming and panicking. Keatton was about to hug Robert, but Blake stopped him. “Not unless you would carry his punishment, then you can hug him,” Blake said while smirking.

If he’d been a human, a Vampire, or even a Guardian, it should’ve ended him. But it did nothing but bounce. “Son of a bitch!” she shouted, realizing now what they were facing. “They’re Hunters!” Assassin Hunters. She’d heard of them but had no experience with them whatsoever. Turncoats who had joined the Vampires for only God knew what reasons. Either because so many governments outlawed hunting Vampires and this was the only way they could stay free or because they were just innately evil.

There was only a look of finality. "Your hell," Clara said softly, though it was unclear whether she was speaking to Rebecca or to Ethan, "Begins now." After that, Clara picked up the urn and walked away into the heavy shadows of the crematorium. Rebecca lay alone on the cold ground, knife still in her chest, blood slowly soaking into the earth beneath her. A faint ambulance siren sounded far away, but she could no longer hear it clearly. Her eyes stayed open as she stared into the gray sky.

Until one of the oldest among them, Katarina Demidov, broke the tension with an icy voice: “He has returned.” Everyone knew exactly who she was talking about. The Herald of Darkness. The Hunter of Balance. Called the Final Judgment in ancient grimoires. The entity that could not be corrupted, bought, or controlled. The one who extinguished anything that violated the natural order of the worlds made no deals. “They say he absorbs sins with the flesh of their own creators,” whispered one of the alchemists. “That his body… is made of all the monstrosities he has destroyed. That every living part of him is a condemnation.”

A coffin, sealed with runes and blood, cracked open with a groan. A figure stepped out, cloaked in tattered robes, hands skeletal but pulsing with magic. Their eyes burned red as lava, and they inhaled slowly, tasting the air. “Fools,” the voice hissed. “They think killing the bastard heir was the end.” The figure turned toward the wall, where ancient murals glowed faintly. The Silver Moon symbol was etched there. And beside it, another—a twisted version, corrupted by shadows. “I created this bloodline. I bound it with power… and I will reclaim it.”

The witch's soul becomes even whiter, but Lucifron's cold gaze makes her accept it without hesitation. Within seconds, at a gesture from Belfegor, a metallic sphere the size of a small room materialized in the meeting room. It seemed made of brakes and pulleys, and the noise of metal teeth grinding over each other was chilling. The sphere opened in pain and fear, and the soul of the old witch entered. The sphere closed again, and at Belfegor's new command, it became transparent and passed through the walls, disappearing. - You could have already said that you had invented a sphere that can come out of hell. I could have used it to test it, and then we could all use it. – Leviathan says.

Sophia stood up straight, swaying a bit, and drunkenly said, "The Inferno Alliance is nothing. We're the Devil Alliance. Your good days are over when you meet us." "The Devil Alliance?" Tigris looked at the others. "Which organization is that?" His subordinates shook their heads. "Not sure, never heard of them." Xena asked skeptically, "Did you say you're from the Inferno Alliance?" Tigris raised his chin proudly, "Yes, our leader is Hunter." Xena cleaned his ears out. "Can you mention someone I know?" Tigris felt insulted. "Hunter Baker. Who doesn't know Hunter in Bermill?"

“We’ll decide on it after my daughter’s wedding ceremony. “And they adjourned the meeting. ….. A bald demon with a human appearance was walking down the street of hell with a great demon with bat wings on his back. The bald demon was wearing a Buddhist kasaya. A Buddhist rosary was hanging on his neck as he walked with his companion. A small bowl filled with a crimson liquid was in his hands. He’ll take a sip of it occasionally while talking with the bat demon. “Amitabh donor, I always tell you to stop killing those harmless humans… when will you learn from big brother? “The bald demon said while facing the little bat guy with a Stern face as if an elder is lecturing a young one.