Diablo Lord Of Destruction Novels & Stories

he said as he stared at the burning building, and I heard from a distance painful screams from that building. “Grim reaper?” both my mind and mouth asked. I read stories about them from multiple books in my library. He shook his head as he whispered to my ear, “Non, I am Doom and I-“

I wanted everything in this house, especially the contents of their vault. "Magnus, you must be joking. You said we could destroy anything we wanted. And I for one, would love to destroy everything in this house as well as the mansion itself." Lilith picked up a ceramic vase and dropped it on the floor. The vase shattered into many small pieces. I shook my head. What a waste.

Something quieter and more insidious than either of those things. Erasure. The Moonshard bloodline had been systematically diminished over three generations by a coalition of packs who understood what a Goddess Born Luna meant for the balance of power across their territories. Not through war. Through registration fraud. Through false records and deliberate misclassification and the slow careful work of making a bloodline invisible inside the very structures that should have protected it.

"THE DARK LORD" The Dark Lord is the Lord of Chaos and Destruction, proprietor of the Underworld, as well as the primary patron of Witchcraft. He is the original and oldest and most powerful of the demonic legions, and his origin is to be found in the angelic hosts. His total possession showed evil imbalances, making possible a blend of the two intrinsic personalities inside the vessel.

"Queen Abbadon." The destroyer of the world.

The deafening sound was shocking, and the massive hand seemed to possess the power to destroy the world. Adrian sighed. “So this is the daemonic god. It looks pretty formidable.” The lava beast beside him replied, “Of course, it is a daemonic god. Let’s wait a bit longer before we make our move.” Adrian chuckled. “Yeah, no matter what this daemonic god is, we’ll show it what real power is.” But Darnall coldly retorted, “It seems you still refuse to give up. My Lord, Heaven’s Retribution!”

Cracks split through his essence, darkness bleeding into the air like ink spilled across the sky. Elior leaped, sword raised high, and drove the blade straight into the heart of Erythos’ unraveling form. The battlefield erupted in blinding light as the final blow was struck. The ruins trembled, the world itself seeming to hold its breath. Erythos, god of destruction, staggered. And then, for the first time, he fell.

But he’s a man I’ve known since I was old enough to remember. My father was a cold hearted man to me and my mother. He was an abusing, sadistic, mind fucked man who hated Alessandro just as much as he loved and respected him. The man looking back at me is the man he wanted me to become. I will take back what should me mine and mark my fucking words… Diabla will die.

Lucian joined on the fight and it seemed Drago was more prepared for it wasn’t long, they had Nikolai surrounded and disarmed. “Take a look Nikolai, I won the battle after all. Just like I always said I would,” Drago said, approaching him where he was kneeling. “Because you cheated, you had Diablo help you,” Nikolai sneered. “Diablo doesn’t help anybody, he came here for one reason and one reason alone, to take that which you took from him. This fight was between me and you and he made it clear to me that he won’t join as long as he found her unharmed.”

Sera said senselessly as she admired the house "Albert, Albert! Albert!! Its been a while I saw you... Are things going as planned? A voice echoed round the room "Yes my Lord" Albert replied while Sera kept looking around hoping to see the person talking when suddenly a man appeared from no where making her flinch slightly "Here is the girl" He said pushing Sera towards Lord Kono Lord kono was once a member of the AVOL TERRITORY ( the immortal realm) but for some reason he was cast out and he decided to take revenge with the help of Albert.