Devil Burning Novels & Stories

Lucifer snapped back to his feet, “and you will treat me as an equal,” The Devil was enraged and his fury turned to fire which coursed through his entire body. He burned out of his human form and unleashed the demon within; the Satanic entity that induced nightmares beyond escape. Lucifer began to tower over Summum as his spirit grew larger and his true form was frightening to look at.

In the glow of the fire, Corrompero stood over her, the poker taken from the flames glowing dangerous red, yellow, orange, white. She rested her head against the dented metal of Eidolon’s door, too weak and angry and burdened with ravenous regret to reach in her pocket for the key, to put the key in the lock, to turn the key. Push the door open, key in hand. “His body bleeds,” the devil said, placing the poker in her hand and guiding the red, yellow, orange, white to her beloved’s sobbing, gaping wounds.

It spit fire bolts at her and Akshara escaped a few bolts, screaming the name of Dev as DEVIL. But when the biggest third fire bolt was coming on her way, the heat scorched like a flaming sun, and she couldn’t do anything to stop the bolt. Akshara closed her eyes and screamed in pain when her skin was ripped off in the fire. She was freaked out that she might die in the fire. Her mind quickly processed her death wish, and she voiced, in a low tone, inwardly, "Devil."

A plume of golden flame followed behind it as it circled over Riven's head and then moved over to Layla. Layla stretched forth her hand and the spirit beast landed on it before taking off again into the air again. It galloped towards where the devils stood, still frozen and suddenly let out a deafening roar. Its mouth opened wide and spewed out red hot flames that hit Hades and the remaining devils behind him, burning them with flames as hot as lava. The fire grew rapidly and swallowed the figures of the devils. Although they remained frozen because Layla had not unfroze time, but the flames consumed them totally until it formed a ball of blazing heat and scorched the earth around them.

Adom smiled as hell rained down upon the Angels. Most were able to summon protective power as in time, but not all. Some screamed as they burned and the Devil took a deep breath of satisfaction. There was a muffled sound beside him that had his eyes sliding over towards the vampire leader. Boss didn't appear as happy as the Devil had thought he'd be. "What ever is the matter?" he asked, his voice light and airy despite the scent of burning flesh that filled his lungs.

Till he was just the breathing silhouette Sebastian had seen. Sebastian knows because he had felt the same. The day of Sarah’s death, he had felt a rage higher than a tower. He lost consciousness of every sense of morality that he had even pulled his gun scaring the kids that stood just where his daughter had left. He recalled the feeling of emptiness when he held lifeless Sarah on the ground, such that he had even wished a truce with the devil. If only it worked that way. So when Sebastian laid his eyes on the man, he knew exactly how he felt. A broken father.

'No—release my son! The devil ignored him, raising a clawed hand. The air tore open before him—a jagged void, a maw of swirling blackness rimmed with flickering red flames, whispering promises of eternal torment. It yawned wide, sucking light from the chamber, the edges fraying reality itself. With Kael clutched tight, the devil stepped toward it, the boy's struggles growing frantic.

“Cry for your devil. Let the entire South hear who owns this cunt.” She shattered a second time—harder, longer—walls spasming in violent waves that dragged a roar from my chest. I didn’t stop. Couldn’t. I fucked her through it, pace turning feral, chasing the edge of her pleasure and shoving her straight into a third. Only when she was limp and shaking, voice hoarse from screaming, did I let the hellfire surge higher. The veins beneath my skin glowed molten gold. My cock swelled again—impossibly thicker, longer, the knot ballooning until it burned at her rim with every thrust. A demonic gift I’d never unleashed on anyone else. One that would mark her from the inside out.

His purple eyes and silver haired seemed to have made him appear more like a demon than Balbazor upon the question that the demon asked. “It’s not any normal oil indeed, it’s a special fluid made up from dead demons that I have experimented. You know how a demon’s blood can burn human when they curse them to death. I heard they can also burn demons for eternity. The more anger and hatred brew in the demon’s heart before they died, their blood would burn the ones near them even stronger. So I collected all those blood from all your fellow kinds, torture them until they curse me to die, and have you feel for yourself the pain of being roasted by your own kind’s fluid.” “You did what—” Balbazor

They leech on innocence and other attributes of humanity and pollute a well-maintained system. But in the line of lost demons, in the shades of hopelessness, sometimes a person dangerous than the lurking Evil rise. The person whose heart has been ripped out and the soul is cracked, emerges from the flames. Oh, it’s not the phoenix that lights up to ward away the Evil and its parasites. He is born to become the real ringmaster. Such a person only gives up to show the Evil their most vulnerable side while hiding the dagger of vengeance laced with destruction in cover. When the right time comes, this person strikes successfully, dethroning the Evil and takes its place, becoming the ultimate dev