Darksiders Lucifer Novels & Stories

Sader was badly hurt and as he tried to stand, he felt Zarif's foot stamp him back to the ground. Kari walked over as well and the both of them stood over him. "Hey there, brother. Did you miss us?" Kari asked as he looked down at Sader. ***** “Once again, father, you have proven what I have been saying about you my entire existence. You put on this façade to your flock of angels and mankind that you’re this perfect, infallible, pure being of immeasurable goodness but that’s all just a lie. I’m painted as the villain whose goal is to disrupt the good things that you intend for the world but the truth is; YOU are the actual villain here,” Lucifer said to God.

Lucifer balled his fist around the steel bar as he glared furiously at Lucian unable to bear the thought of never seeing Alexa again. "I hate that it came to this but I have no other choice," Lucian said in a regrettable tone, "You simply cannot accept that Alexa chose me, and it'll make you do even more stupid and impulsive things, I cannot let that happen," "You make it seem like I'm the devil and you're some fucking saint," Lucifer glared at Lucian, "You're like me, a fucking monster Lucian, you'll inevitably lose control and kill her," "I'm sorry brother," Lucian lowered his gaze, "I'll find..." He paused mid-sentence picking up a familiar scent. The scent of the Lycan that had haunted t

“Let’s put it this way. I’m consumed with what you call darkness, a dark energy. Call me demon, evil, sinister, vile, wicked, malevolent, monster. I don’t care. And you’re right, I don’t belong here or anywhere anymore. I’m cursed to live down there for eternity, but I like it here on earth. People are greedy and corrupt, and I love watching them kill each other for money and power. It makes me even stronger.” “Just so I understand, let me just sum up everything you’ve told me. You’re a half-Nephilim who chose the dark side so you could manipulate people for your own personal gain. Dude, that’s just so, well, dark.” I snorted as I remembered the wings. “Or daddy issues much?” “I will kill yo

He paused the video and zoomed in on each of his members wrists. There lay a tattoo of a snake eating its own tail. He took the video back and zoomed it on the other group's wrist. Iris eyes widened, her expression immediately turned grim. Her mind slowly getting a hang of what was happening. "You see, Iris I didn't kill your family." He flipped the slick laptop close and tossed it on the bed. "All of them are going to pay." She gritted her teeth her eyes staring ahead of her with determination. Cassian gave out a dark bone chilling chuckle. Iris recoiled.

His voice thundered as his expression darkened. "For my sister's sake, I shall cross even the deadliest seas belied with monsters." Darius said to him. "You're not taking her anywhere." Lucifer replied to him in a determined tone. "I've come to take her and that I will do even if it means me dying first." Darius said audaciously. "Then death shall you receive." Lucifer replied mercilessly and charged towards Darius throwing him off the ground. I gasped. This was not going to be a fair fight.

He made the decision many years ago that he would accept his gift, but would not use it in Lucifer’s quest for vengeance against humanity. He had earned the reputation of the Dark Angel. Demon by blood, but the light shone bright within him. He was a deadly fighter, he had mastered his art by the time he came into his magic. So when it claimed him, the magic only enhanced his ability. He had never come across another creature who could best him. He would have been a major asset in Lucifer’s war. Lysander had always believed that it was exactly that, Lucifer’s war. One that he pulled hundreds of demons into with him and ultimately leading them to fall to the darkness that encompasses them now

I couldn’t see his face because of how little the light was and the hoodie over his head didn’t help one bit, but I could tell he wasn’t old; a young man, to be specific. “You look familiar... have I threatened you before?” The way he looked at me with such serious eyes proved to me he wasn’t joking. “I-what?” “That’s Skylar, you dumb fuck.” Alexander murmured under his breath, but loud for us to hear. He didn’t bother to look behind him, he only stared at him from the rearview mirror, massaging his temple with his fingers. “Oh. Oh! You’re the luna,” the young man extended his hand out to me, a ghost of a smile spreading over his lips, showing his white teeth.

I bet the idiot gods put up safeguards. - So how are you going to do it? - Why do I keep you by my side like princes of hell? You are of no use. – Lucifer barks. The six princes of darkness tremble in fear. No one was more powerful than Lucifer, and he would easily send them to burn in the lake of fire. - I have an idea. What if you send a werewolf soul instead of sending a human soul - Mamon says. - Are you an idiot? This is hell; there are no souls of werewolves here.

x Lucifer was no ordinary demon; he was the first to fall, the architect of rebellion, and the embodiment of forbidden beauty. The light-bringer turned dark king, his presence was both intoxicating and overwhelming. His eyes burned like twin suns on the verge of collapse, a golden fire encased in endless darkness. His voice was low, rich, and melodic, carrying the weight of eons and the promises of ruin.

Soon Felix Crissinger's last relative would know what it meant to anger a necromancer. A sinister giggle escaped his contorted lips. Father Wilkud turned to leave the room as he vaguely thought that to keep up this charade he would have to call someone to take care of the body, and he saw his reflection in a mirror that hung on the wall next to the door. The predator smile widened. Viktor Drichey was no more. He once the son of a priest of the god of death was now the Master Necromancer Betelgeuse, one of the ten masters of the Mortuary Cult.