Jesus X Satan Novels & Stories

Satan had been sitting at a stone table, playing a slightly larger version of chess with an illusory clone of himself. "I need to speak with you about something." Lucifer said to Satan. "I'm not the one that tipped off Moloch and Baal about your arrival." Satan said, removing his illusory clone, but continuing to move chess pieces. "Why should I believe you?" Lucifer asked. "Doesn't matter to me whether you do or not." Satan said, still moving pieces. "Anything ever happens to you in regards to those two false lords then I'll be Death's prime suspect." He scratched his chin. "So even IF I wanted to betray you, it wouldn't be good for me."

I was born with jinx speech, able to twist even good fortune into disaster. My mentor had sealed my powers in case I abused that ability, which would lead to bad karma. But now, I would take bad karma if it meant making Mark Stanley and Susan York pay for what they did! Still, Susan was furious from being hung up on and bombarded me with voice messages. "Do you think babysitting makes you a big deal, that the world has to suffer your tantrums because of that?! "A petty man like you doesn't even measure up to Mark's little finger!

Wilson nods and then tip-toes off. Hesitant, Micah stammers, "That's impossible." "To you because you're ignorant of our leader." Andrew corrects her, "He can't dwell in other dimensions. No one can. Not even you. It's a deception." Deena laughs, "A deception from who?" "Satan." "Satan?" She laughs harder. Andrew states, "So you have all this power and don't believe in Satan?" "No, dumbass, but I'm not playing on his playground but the other playground. Satan's power is illegal. I need to control Jude legally."

“You have only one thing to offer. Don’t get me wrong. It’s tempting, but I am not as simpleminded and controlled by my carnal desires as your demon.” My blood boiled. He was just as bad as them. Demons like him gave their species a terrible reputation. “Aw. You can call me Satan himself, and it still won’t matter to me,” Xolmon mocked me. “I have better things to do. My job is tiring enough, and your phoneless boyfriend made it harder for me. I will have to go there personally to inform him about your kidnapping. Do us a favor by teaching him something, but it’s too late for that, so never mind.”

“And God will smite you.” “Satan was an angel who went against God because he got jealous. I’m not of the jealous type, dear Sister. I’m more like your God, benevolent to those who love me and wrathful to those who go against me.” Blake responded. “Are you saying you are God?” Father Stan asked. “No, not God, a Saint as you would.” Blake chuckled. “You are no God or Saint but an evil person with blasphemous ideals.” Sister Melisa said angrily.

“Nowhere in the bible does Jesus say to kill the sinner. He says to turn the other cheek, to let those without sin cast the first stone. What you have done is commit the ultimate sin of murder.” “I was doing your God a favor,” Bohdan said. “He wasn’t serious, but was enjoying the debate. “Only God is the judge, not man. He will do it his way and in his own time. Jesus lived with the sinners, Jesus would never condone what you’ve done.” The pastor said. Bohdan turned to face the pastor, dripping blood on the floor as he moved. He stabbed the knife into the wood altar and raised his hands to show what he had done. “Too late now, don’t you think?” Bohdan said with a grin.

"Soon, we will be husband and wife, and I won't touch you until then. I hope to make it a special occasion for you. I want our first night to be our wedding night…" Terrified and furious at the same time, Alyssa's heart wrenched, and her body quivered all over. "Who says that I will marry a murderous devil like you? If that's the case, I will surely choose to die. I'll give you my word!" Jameson beamed. He bragged, "In the Old Testament, God killed more people than the devil did. So, I believe that my actions aren't exactly unforgivable. God will forgive me, and after all those people I killed go to heaven, so will they."

I answered as he shook his head. "I think it's because you have control issues. Your dominant and need to be in control of your relationships and sex partners. Honestly Mortas has Jericho ever topped?" I eyed him strangely and told him no but then kinda understood what he was getting at. I did like to be in control. I loved ordering others around. "What are you trying to get at Sathanas," I growled bitterly and drained the bottle. "That you like Jericho because he's a sub to you " he said sincerely and I chuckled softly and nodded in agreement.

He said, his tone sarcastic. "Well, and yet I'm still so very busy." I managed a scoff that resembled a faint laugh. "I can offer you so much more. Satan would do you the good deeds and-" "I'm sorry, Satan?" I thought I didn't hear him well. "You don't have to be scared. He is our savior-" "I'm not scared, Mr Pitt. Rather, I'm quite amused." I confessed, not able to contain my smirk of disbelief. All of those names about hell and heavens and angels and demons, they're nothing but mere myth.

Brianna jerked back her face and did her best to keep a safe distance from him. "Oh? So, what did you hear before fainting?" Satan blinked his eyes, seemingly clueless. "That you are a lunatic. A person with an untreatable disease." Brianna smirked. She loved to see the fuming Satan. "Ha? Lunatic? You haven't seen my true level of lunacy." Satan laughed- a creepy laugh. "In short, Satan, you are no better than your mother. Like mother, like son." Ding! Brianna successfully hit the nail.