Helltaker Lucifer Novels & Stories

Ripping out female hearts had actually become Lucifer's preferred method of killing when he was through with one of his play toys. Lucifer, who always seemed to lust after emotionally unavailable females, was a savage son of a bitch compared to the rest of us when it came time to lead the lamb to the slaughter. He always insisted that he wanted one last chance to play with the hearts of his victims before damming them to hell.

I completely agree that. But what she did with me was wrong too. "What's the point of talking about her now? She is already gone and her killer is...," he interrupted. "Is still alive and he is roaming around freely," he said. I got an enormous shock as I heard that cause I killed her killer with my own hands. I killer Lucifer Gilbert with my own hands. So, how can he be still alive? "You are joking. I heard the news that her killer was killed. Lucifer Gilbert was killed," I said with so much of confidence in my voice because I was the one who killed him with my own hands.

I walk over the threshold and turn to face him. “What of my uncle?” I ask curiously. “Lucien? What of him?” he seemed perplexed by my sudden interest in him. “What is his role in the demon hierarchy?” The idea of a demon hierarchy was an intriguing notion. No one knew much about the inner workings of the demon realm. Mostly because no one made it back out alive. And demons were notoriously loyal creatures. “He is Lucifer’s Assassin.” Lucas seemed almost guarded in his words, he did not really want to talk to me about this. I wasn’t sure why, but I was determined to find out.

Cain, The Destroyer Baèl, The Eternal One Lucifer, Lord of Hell. "Oh, I see we're having a party. Why wasn't I invited?" Lucifer spoke, clicking his tongue in disappointment. I tried to move but I couldn't, and Dean was off, fighting the host of all. "Now, let the real party, begin." Lucifer spoke as he, Baèl and The Destroyer rose their hands at once. I knew one thing for sure. We were all going to die.

"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."

"The moment Lucian declared his love, your hold over him shattered. And with that, so did your right to reign." Lucifer roared, his wings unfurling behind him, casting shadows over the burning ruins. "I am HELL! I AM POWER!" The council did not flinch. "You were, not anymore," the leader said simply. "We've been turning a blind eye on everything you do. Not anymore. It's time to pay for your crimes.

"You don't know how it hurt me to see others touch you. Touching what is mine and I am going to kill Storm the number of times he has slept with you." "Whatever it is you do just know that My Storm will win over you, again and again. You will lose this time Fred. You will lose this battle." "You think? I was just waiting for the right time, the right moment for Dean to get out of the way," he said with a chuckled and then he suddenly let go of Kira, joining his middle and thumb finger to create a sound, all the undead armies began writhing in pain and falling down to the ground one after the other. Heaving out a loud sigh. "I have been playing for too long sweetheart, it's time to get seriou

Lucas let out a beast-like roar. He regretted it so much. He really regretted it. Why didn't he just kill that poisonous woman? Why did he keep her alive to torture? If something happened to Ella... if Ella died again... "How could I... how could I harm Ella again and again for such a crazy woman..." Immense regret almost swallowed him whole. High in the sky, an attack helicopter was roaring toward the location. Lucifer sat at the cabin door, killing intent boiling in his eyes, a heavy sniper rifle already loaded in his hands.

x Lucifer was no ordinary demon; he was the first to fall, the architect of rebellion, and the embodiment of forbidden beauty. The light-bringer turned dark king, his presence was both intoxicating and overwhelming. His eyes burned like twin suns on the verge of collapse, a golden fire encased in endless darkness. His voice was low, rich, and melodic, carrying the weight of eons and the promises of ruin.

and I shot the bullet right through his skull. [See you in hell, bitch] Mr. Luciano looked stared me with wide open eyes. I knew those were his best. Attempting to run away, I shot a bullet I'm sure affected his spine, making him paralyze instantly. I got closer to him and whispered in his ear, "no one double crosses me and lives" I smiled and killed him. I picked my suitcase and took his car. Putting my bike in the boot, I headed to the road to meet my family, 'the stingers.'