Helltaker Satan Novels & Stories

Death was surprised by that information. 'The only ones well informed on arbiters tend to be the arbiters themselves. Most gods aren't knowledgeable of the various deals that can be made, let alone a human if that is what this unknown turns out to be.' "I was just telling Lucifer that I was going to have him investigate. Will Hell be alright? Or should I send some reapers to help out?" Satan responded in a flippant tone. "We'll be fine. Doesn't seem like humans have any big wars planned on the other side. Then again, you never know." Satan ended with a chuckle

Hell was ruled by five demons. Melloch, Belphegor, Astaroth, Lucifer, and the Master himself, Satan. Melloch knew most humans believed Lucifer and Satan were one and the same, but in reality, they were very, very different. Lucifer was an exquisite creature, perfect to behold, with a mane of golden hair and majestic wings that glimmered like mother of pearl. He was the first angel cast from Heaven, the first to break God’s heart. But Satan was something else entirely. He was the Beast, the creator of hell.

She took up a sword and pointing it south, east, west and north, called up the four princes of hell. Satan, lord of fire Lucifer, bringer of light Belial, who has no master Leviathan, serpent of the deep "Ave, Satan." "I call upon you, Master, Prince of darkness, King of the night, throw wide the gate of hell and hear us." The high priestess shouted, not like a prayer, but like a demand. As her voice rang out, she held up a parchment. The light from the flames washed through it like blood. "Destroy our enemies, bring sickness and pain to those who harm us. We, your faithful, demand fortune and pleasure."

He stepped out of the barrier, first his right foot then his left foot. “I am ABADDON, BRINGER OF HELL ON EARTH, I HOLD THE KEY TO HADES!” He growled ferociously, his face getting redder.. he flicked his fingers disbanding the elders, throwing them at the different corners of the hall, then he froze everyone of them. “NO!!!!!!!” I cried out. “I was only going to kill you, but because of what you have done today, I’m afraid they have been added to the list. And you will watch as I tear them each to pieces.” His grinning eyes pierced into my very soul, making me shiver in fear.

I muttered as I recalled what the cursed witch said. “Yes, we are coming for your world,” the big creature casually said. “You werewolves have had your fun.” “What is that supposed to mean?” I asked in a firm tone. “It means that we will tear through the Rift that blocks your world from ours and take over it by killing you all and enslaving some of you just for the fun of it.” The big guy replied. “What are you called?” I asked him as I looked around. “Saturn,” he replied. “The Harbinger of Doom.”

, i said while crying. "Listen Dharani I am not going to hurt you, please understand", Akash said. "I know you'll hurt me. I know you'll will make my life living hell. You'll torture me. I know you're lying. you're playing games. I'm nothing but a maid to you. You're a monster and again you'll force me to be your maid. You'll slap me. You'll insult me. I know you will. you're not my husband anymore but a monster. You never see my pain. A monster like you can never be satisfied without hurting me. You're a monster and you'll always hurt me. You are a devil and I hate you". I yelled at him

And I don't know if it's because I'm not at my best, but it does give me the creeps. -I'm not going to kill you. -pronunciate calmly. I frown- I'm going to do worse than that. -He pauses in which I get up from the floor leaning with my left arm on the corridor wall.- I'm going to take care of moving away from all the people you care about you. I'm going to make them suffer, I'm going to kill them, and I'm going to make sure they hate you. I gulp. Right now because of the dizziness I see two Harrisons Tucson's in front of me, and that's twice as bad as having just one- You're going to be left alone, Azael Volkov. And you're going to suffer as you've never done in your whole miserable life.

Tate continued, "You won't go there. I promise." "If you'll be there then I guess it wouldn't be as bad." He flinched, "You're... willing to go to hell for a demon like me?" "Is that so wrong?" Tate then took my hand and dragged me outside to his motorbike. I asked out of curiosity, "Where are we going? Are you really taking me to hell?" He scoffed, "No. I'm taking you out to meet my dad." "Dad? You mean your dad- as in dad? Satan? I mean I'm human, will he... be okay with that?"

He glared at Alex and yelled furiously, “It’s you! You must have used some kind of evil sorcery on my son! You are a demonic cultivator, a remnant of the satanic cult a hundred years ago. You can be punished by anyone for your great sins. How dare you not surrender in front of the Grandmasters?!” This guy also had a quick wit. Seeing the habit of his son eating mud had been exposed, he immediately blamed the deed on Alex and even used the excuse of a century-old satanic cult. Alex had never heard of it. However, at this moment, a young girl shouted, “Oh my god! There’s really a video on Triller, and the guy really looks like Tristan Coleman… It turns out that this isn’t his first time eating

The devil said and walked away. Gentel closed her eyes and prepared herself for the torture she was about to feel. The whip of The Tormentor was the most painful torture device in Hell and even demons weren’t immune to its sting. “Come on, Sagarus. What are you waiting for? Hit me with your best shot,” Gentel taunted him. Sagarus dipped his whip in a cauldron of salt and smiled as he began her punishment with the first stinging whip of the two thousand.