Even The Devil Can Quote Scripture Novels & Stories

"Dear God, I don't know if you have been warned, but your name is in several quotes in this book. We, the crazy humans, write, and all the people you made in your image continue to believe that this garbage is real "he recited in a melancholic and soft tone, looking down, focused on the fingers that played the guitar. "Well, I know that nothing in the holy book is true, and so are you, dear God. So, I must say, I don't believe in you, God.”

The poor woman’s daughter ended her life by jumping off from their 3rd floor apartment early before she woke up in the morning and saw her already bathing with her own blood. Lucas bent down to her. “We are very sorry for your loss, but unfortunately we can’t bring back the dead,” Lucas tried hard to sound sincere. The woman again held him on his shoulders, her eyes full of tears and almost drooling from her uncontrollably trembling lips as she spoke. “Y-you’re the devil! You can bring her back!” she said helplessly. Lucas scoffed. “I am just the devil. I am not God himself. I can’t reclaim a soul. But never worry, your God would not accept her in His kingdom, He is a little fussy when it co

I murmured, twisting harder, smiling, “Sing for me, Father. Sing for your sins.” I grinned wider, enjoying the spectacle, the delicious irony of a priest, a supposed man of God, trembling before a man like me—a devil incarnate. I crouched down and faced him, “If it makes you feel any better, I promise I’ll pray for your soul. After all, I hear the Devil loves a good sinner.”

She was standing on the stairs, staring straight at me with a tinge of disappointment that struck me hard. I'm the one who is supposed to be disappointed, not her. "I don't care. How else do you expect me to react when you've locked me in here like a prisoner?" At that, her anger gradually depleted into nothingness and guilt invaded her eyes in place of it. But that didn't calm me, it only aggravated me. She wasn't the only one whom I wanted to provoke to guilt. Father should feel guilty too. "We're only trying to protect yo-" "You call this protecting? That's bullshit! You both just don't want to show your sorry ass faces now that you've fallen victim to that stupid lunatic who calls himsel

“I think they were afraid of me, Father… but they also obeyed me. They said I was one of them — only stronger. Bigger. Their leader.” Zerach’s heart stopped for a beat. He had read of such beings — not from mortal history, but from the forbidden scriptures hidden deep beneath the royal crypt. The beings of flame and darkness — the Dravari, an ancient race of shadow-born demons who once tried to consume the Beast Kingdom. They had been defeated centuries ago — or so it was said. But their spirit never truly died. And now his son… had seen them. “Then I saw her,” Lucien said suddenly.

It sounded too fierce. "Actually, in addition to Chu the Devil, he is also called Chu the Deceiver and Chu the Ruthless," Flaming Qilin said, "you probably don't know it because you live in seclusion here. Chu the Devil is actually very famous in the outside world. It can be said that everyone has heard of him. If First Presbyter had been living in the outside world, when he knows that he has offended Chu the Devil, there would be only two options for him. Do you know what they are?"

“I have been called a lot of things in my life, but a hopeless drunk wasn’t one of them. I admit I failed both my fathers and fell deep into temptation. The devil thought he had me down, but God…never again. I’m coming clean Amen!” Everyone clapped and the shouting began again. Antonio only got more relaxed in his seat. Once he felt something from the beautiful choir and the heavenly singing, but now he only felt disgust. Harold hugged his son again and proceeded to dip him into the small pool of holy water as he quoted a verse out of the bible.

The creaking of the giant double doors sent a wave of fear through the chained-up man and gestured that it was a sign for him to stop what he was doing, but the fear quickly morphed into a burning rage. The doors swung open, revealing a man whose body is chiseled to perfection. His dark suit wrapped around his body, his green eyes devoid of emotion as he surveyed the scene. This was Lucien Belucci, the man known as the Devil’s Incarnate, the most infamous name in the mafia world dubbed devil’s incarnate for being cold, merciless, and having no regard for life. “I knew you’d betray me. Bastardo!” the chained-up man snarled in a thick Italian accent, the veins in his neck standing out in rage.

“Because even when you showed me the worst, you wanted me to love you.” “You wrapped yourself in the evil, but you still have hope of redeeming yourself through me.” I didn’t know where the hell I got these quotes, but it was perfect timing to play with words. He rested his lips on my forehead. “And you believe you could redeem me?” “Maybe, maybe not, but I fear you,” “You are the most precious thing in my life, Adele. You are my anchor of humanity, but don’t forget, I am the devil. The devil has things to do.”

“Are you saying that these are signs of the apocalypse?” I shrug, unsure if what I’m seeing is on par with what I know. “I know that it’s a mad idea, but it’s the only thing that makes sense.” Azazel looks confused. “But you’re the bloody devil. Wouldn’t you know if the end of days were here? Not just that, all of the supernatural scriptures state that you’re the pivotal figure in all of the apocalyptic prophecies. Are you planning the end of the world, mate?”