Helltaker Baphomet Novels & Stories

Isabella whispered, her voice a jagged rasp. "The heavens do not care for 'supposed to,' my lady." Isabella spun around, her crystalline claws—remnants of her vampire transition—extending instinctively. Standing in the darkness of the archway was a figure that seemed to absorb the violet light. He was gaunt, his skin the color of damp parchment, and his eyes were two flat, milky orbs. He was a Dealer of the Black-Sun Sect, a group of mercenaries who specialized in the "Unmaking" of supernatural icons.

The set gave an incredible panoramic view of anything going on in the bed at just about any angle. I heard the door close and looking into the headboard saw Mark come up behind me, he had removed his shirt and in the mirror behind him I saw the reflection of the huge tattoo that covered his muscular back: A Baphomet; the half man, half goat sitting cross legged within a circle, the universal symbol of Satanism, as I said I am not the only sick one in the family Over it in gothic lettering was the Latin expression Lex Talionis, The law of retaliation. "Ready for bed already sis?" He asked as his arms slowly encircled my waist pulling me back into him. I reached down to my left hip and unsnapp

They were tiptoeing when there was a sudden loud bang, like a sound of a drum or a gong. Aiko was quick to pull Kalli behind the bushes. Their eyes widened to see who are making the noises. Kalli bit the side of his fist to stop himself from making any noise while he also covered Aiko’s mouth as she was about to scream. The entities are roaming the street, they are wearing a white long tunic with hood over their heads but they do not have distinct features because their faces have melted. Behind them is a boar-like creature which is emitting a stinky smell. Aiko removed Kalli’s hand and pulled her shirt collar up to her face to smell the detergent she used on it just so she won't puke. They’

It has three blue-grey gems – a big one at the center and small ones beside it. “I’ve asked permission for your parents and they agreed. Emily, I am willing to live the rest of my life with you and I will marry you once again after you graduate college.” He started. Words were caught up once again in her throat. Her heart beat excruciatingly hard against her chest, “What about Hell?” “Hell has its own king.” “Who?” “Alfred.” “Alfred, the mortal butler?” Her eyes widened, “That couldn’t be! He’s gone!”

Trembling, the woman reached out to cradle her newborn, whose cries pierced the air, mingling with the tense atmosphere. Footsteps echoed ominously, drawing closer to the room. The door flung open, revealing Lucifer himself. Towering at fifty feet, he bore ten horns upon his seven heads, each adorned with a blasphemous diadem. His likeness was a grotesque amalgamation: leopard-like skin, bear-like feet, and a mouth reminiscent of a lion, its fanged maw stretched wide in a grin that revealed teeth sweeping the floor. A scream of terror tore from the woman's throat, and she collapsed onto the bed, succumbing to the overwhelming horror before her.

When he got to where I was, he held out the tool for me to see clearly "Please." I continued struggling against the bindings desperately. When he reached out to grab my arm, I suddenly froze, closing my eyes and turning my face away. "You Thompsons have heartlessly killed so many of our kind. You killed even those who never killed a human for centuries. You've tortured us and hunted us like Prey." Venom dripped from his voice. The darkness in his eyes intensified as he trailed the knife over my skin teasingly. I couldn't stop trembling in utter terror.

Lana’s brow furrows, “You speak of the four horsemen of the apocalypse? Are you saying my sisters are the horsemen? But they’re…men. Arent they? ” Clotho nods, “You’re thinking of the human’s biblical terms. Of course, the humans would make them all males. Zeus forbid that females be just as vicious as males.” she rolls her eyes, which would be so amusing if the situation wasn’t so dire. “However, the basic concept of the horsemen is the same. You are Abaddon, the destroyer, the antichrist. Whatever religious moniker you are labeled leads to you being the ender of worlds. Once the balance was restored, your true identity and your sisters’ souls would be mobilized.”

"This is bad." "Who is Behemoth?" Hydra asked when she saw a bit of fear in the eyes of the Princes of hell. Before anyone of them could reply her, the ground beneath them open and Belphagor, Asmodeus, Beelzebub, Leviathan and Raziah (Lucifer) where standing on a very large hand of a beast, it's claws were the longest and largest ever seen which made them look small. Only the hand of the beast was seen but the chuckle that came out from the unseen beast was petrified.

I said and Belphegor raised his brow—I don’t know what that means but I want to slug him and erase that expression he’s donning in his mug. “I see.” Belphegor hummed and continued to drink his wine. “I see how it is. My son, Baal will probably enjoy your company—he sure loves hanging out with heirs, specially the son of one of the most powerful rulers here.” The demon lets his wine be refilled by a servant. “You’ll have the most comfort here in hell when you’re with the right people.”

Although the two beings are different, Lucifer also mentions one more demon race, namely Baphomet. Baphomet is also one of the generals of hell. His form is described as a goat sitting cross-legged, with a pentagram symbol engraved on his forehead, more precisely between his two horns. Both hands raised thumb, index finger, and middle finger. And next to him were two small children on the left and right where he sat cross-legged. And lastly, there was a torch between the two horns on top of his head. "But, if all of them are combined, it's even more incompatible with one another. Actually, what is that damn perverted spirit trying to say anyway?!"