Damien Antichrist Novels & Stories

He immediately inspires confidence and security. Henry is almost as tall as Santo, but he is much more slender in build. He has curly blond hair cut short and sky-blue eyes that shine with kindness and gentleness. What's more, Henry is a hopeless romantic who believes that he will find the love of his life at the corner of a street. Henry is an angel of kindness, and Santo is a demon that the Lord has placed on Earth to remind us of the existence of purgatory. And my husband, Elio, is the only person in this world who can control this demon.

He remembered standing at the funeral as a young man, staring at the coffin and wondering how someone who had seemed so powerful could disappear from his life so completely. After that day, Damien stopped being a son. He became a man obsessed with revenge. He worked. He expanded. He bought companies. He destroyed competitors. He built an empire so enormous that nobody could look down on him anymore. But none of it brought his father back. None of it gave him back the years he had lost. And none of it made the anger disappear. Then Cynthia Hart appeared. At first, Damien had thought it was fate handing him an opportunity. Thomas Hart had a daughter.

“I knew you would.” Ethan stared up at the figure, his heart pounding. This was it, the entity at the core of the abyss, the source of all the darkness that had plagued his world. And now, it was his enemy. “I’m here to end this,” Ethan said, his voice steady. “You’ve taken enough.” The figure laughed, a sound devoid of humor. “You think you'll be able to stop me? You're nothing but a fleeting light within the expanse of eternity. I have consumed numerous worlds, countless souls. You will be no different.”

, he said and turned away but Kyle pulled him back again, " Answer my damn question!", " He's not just a man!" Damien yelled, his hand shivering as the undying memories flashed across his eyes, " he's a devil, a demon, a psychopath!" he shouted at the top of his voice and started panting lightly. " How? Who's he? Isn't he just a businessman?", " You fool, remember the underworld supreme one I told you about?", " Yes? You said he didn't exist", " Oh well, he did exist and he's Christian Charles",

Kimberly smiled, giving up. Whatever this is, she's happy someone like her boss is ready to help her in any situation especially her stepfather. She stepped into the car, Damien sat at the driver's seat and drove out of the company. **************** "Just take care of that feral child before I kill her with my hands. Gosh!" Alexandro yelled at the maids. The two women flinched and ran to the dark room at the balcony where she was kept and began to do their job. Alexandro, Damien's Uncle in his sixties tried to relax and make his breathing normal again.

Damian greeted the psychologist. “Come in, the doctor opened his office door and offered him a seat. “You are Avery Jones’ friend, right?” “Yes.” “How is she doing lately?” “I don't know if I should say it's positive or negative, to be honest,” Damian rubbed the back of his neck. “The personalities don't appear as much as before, but when they do, it’s always chaotic,” “Which personality appears the most?” the doctor asked. “Scarlett,” Damian answered. “Mm, I see,” the psychologist rubbed his chin. “Do you know why Illy first appeared?”

Dante’s imagination and fascination with mid-evil torture divides a gore makes him one of those people who would take enjoyment out of watching someone slowly bleed out while watching them suffer until he gets his answers. Damien is the level headed, silent one who you’d think would be the scariest but he’s not, he’s more methodical when it comes to his plans and what I’ve come to learn makes him grate at mental interrogation. Like one of those people who with a single glance can detect the smallest of micro movements and know your intentions or that your lying. Then there’s Damitri the man with a plan and an irritation fuse so sort he’s most likely to slap the shit out of someone sir sniffl

A strange kind of wave of relief ran in his body after knowing that she is not a lesbian. All of them finished their breakfast silently... ***** They were in the basement, Damian was standing in front of a man who was hanging in front him covered in his own blood, Rose and jack standing behind him with 2 other men... Damian was looking dangerously calm, his hands covered in blood and veins of his muscular arms were popping out due to his rolled up sleeves, he again sliced one of his finger making him scream in agony. "I won't repeat myself, Where is my drugs?..."

Since it was so long ago, it's possible that they also made the transition to the other side. 'Only one person may be saved at a time, Isabella. Now pay attention.' I flushed when Salvatore reprimanded me. I received a photo from Xian of a tall, trim, blonde man with grey eyes. I glanced up and fixed my eyes on the man. "Gabe Michelson is seen in this picture. one who served as a royal courtier in the past. You must prevent the person I killed from entering eternal damnation; I'm dependent on you." Salvatore provided me with some advice.

He looked like he barely had any life left in him. “Yes, Nathan’s clone had him locked up here for God knows how long! Our Nathan would never do something as cruel as this, I should’ve known” Damien walked towards them instead “I don’t know what is going on but I’m getting you all the hell out of here!” “NO!!” Lauren screamed, “You have to leave!” But Damien didn’t listen, and in his bid to save them he didn’t see Nathan’s clone come up from behind him with a sinister look on his face and hit his head with a hammer.