Lucifer Black 40k の小説・ストーリー

, Noah looked around himself skeptically, as if he could see through the thick veil of darkness to the entity hiding within. “My name is BLK-043, and I am a highly advanced artificial intelligence working for the World and Soul Management Bureau. You may call me Black.” Black didn’t wait for Noah to respond, “Cradle, the world you used to live in, is but one small world among countless other worlds that exist in this multiverse, all of which are under our management.

He also projects the same sexual aura, albeit a little more potently than Azazel, which is saying a lot because Azazel is walking sex on a stick. My body heats when he leans his back on the throne and carelessly rests a leg over one of the armrests. One thing that the Bible had right is that Lucifer is one of the most beautiful fallen angels that I have ever seen. He has pitch black hair and the darkest eyes I’ve ever seen. Where my eyes are the color of ocean waves, his are a velvety midnight blue—reminding me of a moonstone. He’s dressed in a black fitted shirt that contours to his muscled chest and black leather pants that look like they’re painted over his powerful thighs. Twining his ar

My eyes followed diligently as his thick fingers stroked his trimmed beard and he kept me roasting in the torrid silence for some seconds before speaking. "Pour daddy a drink, my liloco." The depth of his voice nearly had me trembling. Liloco. His blooming rose. The blossoming rose he could so ruthlessly cut at the stem and watch wither away if he pleased. My gut feeling told me Lucifer was not very pleased with me, but then again, he always makes me this angsty. I quickly poured him his preferred whiskey and presented him with the glass while being victorious in avoiding his searing gaze. I could feel those satanic eyes all over my skin, setting me ablaze as I returned to my initial positio

Angels scattered away, now noticing the fury of Hades at his full strength. Teeth ripped into the electric chains, falling to the floor. Lucifer took no time as he felt the chains being lifted from his body. He burst his wings at full speed, covering half the length of the room, his hands turned black, dripping hot plasma to the floor. Lucifer was going to end Kronos. He would end the Titan once and for all. The rage built inside him once he darted his eyes to Uriel. Half her body had been charred black, black smoking being sucked into her lungs as her hands held steadfast to Kronos.

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.

They really changed. She thought what she saw the other day was just an illusion but right now, she believed it isn’t. Heather took a step back, then another, looking terrified, her pulse spiked. “What are you?”she asked, trying to keep her voice from trembling. Leonidas closed his eyes to feel his new powers, the sensation running through his veins. Now he is a wolf, he can finally do anything he wants. Be anything. Be the next Lycan. He lift his gaze finally at Heather, there was no need for her now.

"Really? Because it sounded like somebody you know quite... intimately." I rolled my eyes so hard I thought they might fall out of my head. "Dad. I'm nearly four hundred years old. I'm allowed to have a one night stand." Lucifer's eyes narrowed, his lips curling into a smirk that was equal parts amusement and disapproval. "And does this... gentleman caller know it's meant to be just one night?" I shrugged, picking at a loose thread on the bedspread. "Maybe he does, maybe he doesn't. Not really my problem, is it?"

My skin hums faintly with energy. But before I can process the sensation— My vision blurs. The room tilts suddenly. “What...” Darkness floods my sight. I blink hard. But the shelter disappears completely. And something else replaces it. Lucien. He stands in total darkness. No forest or shelter. Just endless black space. My breath catches. “Lucien?” He doesn’t respond. Something is wrong. Very wrong. His eyes are completely black. Not with the occasional warmth I’ve glimpsed. Just empty black.

Then, the SUVs arrived, a convoy of shiny black vehicles that moved with predatory grace. When the doors opened, the atmosphere turned to ice. A dozen men stepped out, all in black suits, their auras thick with power. But the man who stepped out of the middle car was different. He wore a navy suit that hugged shoulders broad enough to carry the weight of the whole realm. He didn't just walk, he moved like he owned the very ground beneath him. He must be Kael. The new Lycan Enforcer. His eyes seemed to be scanning the crowd and I immediately dropped my gaze, just Incase. Rule one; As a human, Never make eye contact with a powerful wolf or Lycan of great power.