Diavolo X Lucifer Novels & Stories

She almost laughs her words at him—a vampire running away from a human. “I am not what you think, Anais; there is more to this than you see here.” How can he tell her the truth? She will run for sure then. She sees him as a devil because he’s a vampire. How will she look at him when she finds out he is the devil? Lucifer is that fallen angel with no way of getting back to heaven. He doesn’t want to go back; he doesn’t want to be good, which is why he should just kill her.

“So fucking perfect.” Allistair’s head fell back, his eyes rolling as waves of pleasure washed over him. “Yes, fuck Mi Alfa,” he moaned. “I’m yours. All yours.” Lucifer’s grip tightened, his claws digging into Allistair’s hips, leaving marks that glowed with an otherworldly light. He obliged, his thrusts becoming more powerful, more relentless. The sound of their flesh slapping together filled the room, a symphony of their primal dance. Allistair’s body convulsed, his inner muscles clenching around Lucifer, milking him for all he was worth.

“Saint Christian fell when walking out to appease the dragon to bargain that he leave these lands, just as the legend says.” I stumble back. “What…?” The priest lays a hand upon my back. “Lucifer wears many faces,” he repeats, and I feel my stomach twist. “He thrills to corrupt without the use of force, and scars of past sins most often provide him the gateway.” I shake my head. “He wasn’t… You can’t mean...” “You lay with the devil himself, child,” he grates, calm expression rippling with just the faintest, uncontrollable undercurrent of revulsion. “Now you must be cleansed.”

THE DEVIL : “If you will let me see Oliver before our wedding only then I will do as you like." She offered me a deal, she isn't the first person who offered me a deal. I had been offered kind of deal when I go to take souls of the people and my answer was always decided and firm, "NO"

"The man you just married is the leader of a crime organization that is not a part of the code of the mafia. They kill and destroy as they wish. He's worse than Sergio. Far worse." My blood ran cold. "Wh-what?" "Didn't he tell you who he is?" "Luca Vallario, that's what he told me." She nodded, voice shaky with terror, "Yes, but to the rest of the world, he's known as Lucifero." Oh God. What had I done? "The man you married isn't just a monster; he's the Devil himself."

Zoe crosses her arms and gives him her best glare. Before she can say a word, I take her hand and pull her into my arms to utter. “Do not antagonize the devil, luv. He’s actually admitting he’s wrong. Trust me when I say that this is a win.” Lucifer shrugs his shoulders in defense. “You’re damn bloody right; that’s all you’ll get. I’m the bleeding king of hell. I don’t have to bow down to a lowly half-breed girl.”

His eyes were blinded by a black piece of cloth. "You thought hiding in a petty ball will save your life?" Lucifer mocked. His inky eyes glinted murderously at the man. The man fell on his knees, his head banging on the tiled floor with a thud. "Please forgive me Mr Camphell!" Lucifer clicked his tongue at the rat squirming beneath him. "You should have asked it before you were thinking of betraying me. Andreas D' Angelo," Lucifer pulled out a gold plated pistol. He poked the barrel on the man's head.

At no time did he have any thoughts of revenge. "What are you waiting for? Smother him with the pillow," whispered Lucifer, with a wicked laugh. "What?," Replied Jonah in surprise and then added" I won't do that, I don't want to. "All right, I will take revenge for you," said Lucifer calmly. He thundered his fingers, and Alfredo woke up startled. He did not even see Lucifer because his eyes were focused on Jonah, the deformed boy he had killed. Lucifer moved his hand to hit the wall and stood in front of him, poking his heart out. All this before the astonished look of Jonah.

Towers of obsidian reached toward a blood-red sky, and between them flowed demons of impossible beauty — their eyes burning like dying suns. Diana gasped, awe spilling from her lips. “Kael… where are we?” “My grandfather’s realm,” I said. “Lucifer’s domain.” She turned, eyes wide. “Lucifer? As in, the Lucifer?” “The same,” I said, smiling faintly. Her hand flew to her chest. “So when you told me you were the Devil’s grandson, you meant it.” “My grandmother — a lycan werewolf — had an affair with Lucifer. She bore my father, Draven. He inherited none of Lucifer’s powers, but I… the grandson inherited enough.”