Jesus X Satan Mga Nobela at Kwento

demon:- okay I understand you didn't do anything just watch them and have fun, but I want to see my mother, she worshipped you I want to see her Satan:- what are you talking about, she was a believer in god, that why she go to god and those who worshipped me will come to me, all those people are you going to kill will become my food and make me stronger. demon:- so you want to eat their soul so you are letting them die since they are your followers, you want soul then take mine and wake her up. Satan:- I like your offer but you are a follower of god, I can't take your soul, and without consideration, I am not going to give anything, her life is in god hands.

“Anyways you have the powers Jesus has. Able to heal the sick, nearly raise the dead. You are it Jasmine. And you are perfect.” Jasmine's heart started to beat way too loud in her chest. She couldn’t believe what the devil was telling her. He was a liar. He manipulated like his demons, why would she believe him, but yet there was so much truth in his explanation and it was easier to believe one side of the story when no one has heard the other. If everything he said was true then that meant the fate of the world rested on her shoulders like it did Jesus.

I hid Adam behind a barrier to keep him safe. I tore through the crowd of dark angels and began slicing through them. Flesh met my sword and one by one they fell. I felt Jesus and Michael first, their war cries as they fought with me. I mentally called Lucifer again I couldn’t feel his life force either. I feared that he was harmed. And there it was all at once his energy slammed into me knocking into me. I cut a path to him, he was covered in blood, his blond hair matted. I made my way to him ‘ brother, are you harmed?’ He looked at me his once ocean blue eyes now pitch black. 'I. Am. Not. Your. Brother. Little goddess.’ There was nothing but silence I could hear a ringing in my ears and th

“…Then what was the other meaning?” “The opposite of ‘Satan’— instead of opposing the God of Creation… You— will become the guiding light under the God of Creation’s fate. If it’s you, brat— I’m sure there’s one day you would unite the world under his guidance. Not even something like the Celestial gods and apostles could stop you from doing so.”

Baal inserted himself next with a drumbeat, "On the 6th day of Christmas, my Devil brothers gave to me, more noise than usual. I don't understand why we are singing stupid songs, but I guess I like the melody!" Satan concluded the track with the Seventh day symbolizing all seven princes, not forgetting that Satan didn't like the number 12 because of its relation to a certain Divine one, "On the 7th day of Christmas, my Devil brothers gave to me, the worst Christmas I have ever had. If I kill Asmo before sunset, know that sneaky Devil made me do it!"

Alexander put a stop to his uncle's mouth with a few words that were enough for him to see the reality. "Stop bickering like a child. Uncle, do you have anything in your mind? I hope our king will not say no to your request," said Xavier, shoving his nose into the matter. Though he loved to see Alex in situations, not today. "I, Jehovah, want Satan to marry my youngest daughter, Reagan," said the man, slumping back on the divan. "What a climax!" Xavier whispered to Joseph, who had been sniggering at Jehovah since the time he entered the room.

“Ohh, so that’s the game? Jesus, why didn’t you just saaaay so? Or better yet, just skip this yimmer-yammer and kill me already! You don’t lead a life like mine without signing a deal with the Devil, junior. Satan is like a long-suffering wife waiting for me in hell. He’s been waiting for my soul to come home. Come help poor Satan, would ya? He’s missed me so much!” Javier nodded. “You aren’t afraid of death then.” His answer tickled Saul, causing him to burst into an uproar of chortles. “Honey, I wouldn’t be dealing with drugs if I gave a flying f*ck about death. The number of crimes I’ve committed, oh Lord—big men in black suits will have to fry my dead body with a sh*t ton more electric c

Katrina groaned loudly as she failed the second time. Nothing seemed to be working, he just kept growing stronger. No priest had ever turned her down, she dominated them all and that’s why her power kept growing. “Be gone, Satan, inventor and master of all deceit, enemy of man's salvation. “Give place to Christ in Whom you have found none of your works; give place to the One, Holy, Catholic and Apostolic Church acquired by Christ at the price of His Blood.

“And what are you waiting for? Tell me at once!” Darlene leaned over his desk. “You won’t believe it, but all those clashes are taking place because a satanic sect and a religious brotherhood want the same thing: nothing more and nothing less than a clone of Jesus of Nazareth!” Darwin looked at her seriously for a few seconds, and then gave a loud laugh. “You really have a great imagination!” He said when he finished laughing. “But I would never have thought you would come up with something like this ...”

Christian warned, despite having a hard time breathing. “Oh, Don’t worry, Christian… I won’t hurt your only son… I’ll just give him a present he’ll never forget.” Andrew grinned evilly.