Claude Faustus Novels & Stories

“Right now, we don’t even know where they are. Clotho said that once the seals have broken, they’d find me, but I have no clue how they will. With Apolliana growing stronger, we are trying to find a way to circumvent the apocalypse.” Rafael’s brow furrows as she rises from his perch. “Before my fall, I visited the hall of records and read everything I could find in hopes that I could stop The Creator. Once I settled on earth, I recorded it all in journals if I ever needed the information. Perhaps there’s something in those journals that we can use?” Lucifer rubs his palms together, “Anything you can show us would be helpful.” Rafael leads us to his extensive library and hands us several doze

Craig comes in, with a man that looks like a much older version of him, followed by a woman with blonde hair fixed in loose curls and a white fitted dress. I'm not sure what Mr. Adams is plotting, but I instantly feel like grabbing a few of those margaritas that Mr. Adams is pouring into those cups. 💞✨💞✨💞✨💞✨💞✨💞✨💞✨

I nodded shyly as if I agreed with what he had said. He stared at me for a moment and sighed. He lowered the goblet containing an expensive wine that could be equivalent to one month's supply of our food at home. "It's okay if you want to keep your identity. Your name here is Magda? It's cool anyway." he complimented. "You know what, Magda, you have the vibe of a person I've been searching for for so long." he shared. I gulped after hearing it. Is he talking about the person he's been searching for for so long is... me?

Nobody has seen a thing except for Christopher. 3. Tuesday 27th April 2010 08:32 The creature that has taken control of Isabelle’s body stands – well more floats if truth be told - in front of the other members of the demonic Brethren – the ones who have brought this new personality into existence from the lower depths of hell. “So what are our plans for today?” She asks them. Her floating is a symbolic one. Everyone assembled can do it but she feels the need to slightly elevate herself above the others at this point in time.

“Just stand still...wait. If you can’t drive a truck, how did you stop the truck the other night?” “It wasn’t me . That was Odin.” Ichabod replied, “That idiot can do anything.” “Oh, I see. Now hold still while I take your picture.” Ichabod stood still and blinked as the light flashed. “Well, this is better.” Adams said before moving to the computer on the table. Ichabod watched as Adams operated on what he called, ‘the box of witchcraft.’ He had been locked in the coffin for so long and so many things have changed. He couldn’t understand how such a box could hold so much information.

A minute later Rodrigo dragged the big olive green canon and Pete's eyes widened with fear. "So, the godfather dies like this..." Blair said as she gestured Pablo to remove the tape from Pete's mouth. "What are you going to do? Don't do this!" he pleaded in fear and Blair seemed to stay impassive. Expressionless. Tough. Arrogant. These were the words to describe Cliterella...she is called by this name for a reason. "Isn't it amazing that one tiny egg and one tiny sperm can make one massive twat?" she spoke in a mocking tone and the man didn't answer.

I heard myself say the answer seconds before another team did, winning us the prize, but I couldn't believe my eyes. Daedalus Faust was the old man who taught at my elementary school. His glasses were perched on his nose, and his eyes were the same cold brown they had been before. Nearly every wrinkle from then stared back at me. Our gazes met as I let the flow of power ease. The cockiness had turned to fury.

We were both ready to leave the men to themselves and I could see how excited she was to be taking her daughter in law on this so-called tour when suddenly Emery interrupted again. "I know why you are so familiar. You're one of the prostitute from Velvet Vivian's girls. I should have known." He said without thinking twice about it. My heart began to race fast in its cage and I just knew that my chances were ruined. At that moment, I wished the ground would open up and swallow me whole.

Claudius' eyes went from vivid purple to white when I looked at him, and although I could still see him, it seemed as though he had no idea who I was. “Claudius!” I yelled nonstop, but it appears like he isn't even hearing me. He attacks the two young guys who are defending me as he keeps coming towards me, and when I reached out to touch him, Celius said, "Stop it, Solstice, he's not the same anymore. He had already passed away, and the Alchemist had experimented on him.” "How did he pass away? He must be eternal, right? Yes, he said those things to me.” However, the marble's once-violet interior has turned white and isn't even moving when I look at it.

Soundtrack: (Memories by Maroon5)🎵🎶 Three months later... The butler who stood at the entrance to the Bestman inc. Handed him his fur coat efficiently as he sighted his boss's son stepping out of the elevator with some of the company workers, they were all engulfed in their deep conversations that they didn't notice anyone else around.