Lucifer Devil Novels & Stories

For what felt like a skyrocket, a figure shot upward to the sky and stood just a few inches from where Zeus was and was also floating on air. Darkness blazed everywhere, and it became so hideous that made Lucas and Draco fall to their knees but as expected Zeus was the only one left standing. The devil had emerged, and he was just like the replica of Lucas. Same features, but only that the Devil's hair was darker and he had a crest on his forehead. “Hello son.” Luci the devil spoke while facing his back at Lucas. Lucas, who was on his knees, finally felt a little strength surging around him, and he quickly got up.

“People call him Devil, no one is born Devil, Life it makes them Devil, No one see the Good in them, No one understand what made them Devil, No one understand every Bad has Good in it, People just need someone to blame for their misery He is both Sun and Moon; he would burn daily to give a better life to his loved one, he stand like a shield in front of them burning the evils around them,

**BLOODY SINNERS - LUCIFER'S ROOM** Lucifer sat in his dimly lit room, his thoughts a tangled mess of confusion and frustration. He leaned back in his chair, staring blankly at the wall as his mind replayed the witch’s words over and over. His father, alive but trapped in a state worse than death. It was a cruel irony that left him feeling more powerless than he had in years. Normally decisive and in control, Lucifer now found himself caught between the urge to act immediately and the cautious voice in his head telling him to wait.

My knees trembled at Lucifer's stare. "W-what do you want?" I asked. Lucifer wasn't one of the friendly and fun-loving angels in the Kingdom. He was the most devious species that ever existed to the point that everyone here was doing their best to avoid him. He playfully smirked. "Guess what." I looked away, I couldn't even stand his creepy grin.

Lucifer Once I flash out of Lana’s room, I partially shift into my devil form and hone my senses until I reach the destination Azazel instructed me to go to. The earthquake occurred in the Arcata forest. Using my night vision, I try to find the entity that caused such havoc but see nothing. I land near a copse and look around for any signs of what it could have been until I reach a large section of the forest that looks like it was burnt to a crisp. The trees, dirt and grass around the ragged opening are scorched. Within minutes, Azazel and Mathias appear beside me.

Their life couldn't have been more perfect and the baby was what made it so much better. The devil, on the other hand, was not happy about the joy and gladness that Herald brought to Garin. He had sent Garin to Earth to suffer but seeing him smile every day he looked at the baby made his blood boil until he couldn't take it anymore and decided to do something about it. In the depths of hell, Lucifer sat on his throne and summoned one of his demons. A male named Kari, one of his most evil and effective demons. Kari came flying in and landed on his knees in front of Lucifer. He was big and he had four arms and four eyes. His horns were very long and his wings were even longer than his entire b

" but what do you mean by children exactly? How many do you have?" Asked Celea " about 10" Responded Lucifer without much interest " oh I see so god decided to make you infertile" This took the devil out by surprise and her word hurt his pride how could this kid do that everytime she'd met him " WHO ARE YOU CALLING INFERTILE YOU BRAT?!" asked the devil getting up " well you are older than the world aren't you yet you only have 10 kids, I know humans with a bigger record" " I AM NOT INFERTILE I AM JUST FINE"

"What information did you want to share? You don't come over here unless it's urgent or deadly or both." "It actually might help you locate your missing devil. Well, do you want to hear it?" "Fine, just get on with it, and don't withhold anything." "So, apparently, your demon has been purified," Lucifer's head shot down, eyes looking into mine again. Piercing. "Relax, he's not dead. He's…we're not sure what he is, but he's in some weird in-between state. A bird whose wings have been plucked—" "Yes, I know the old nursery rhyme. How?"

"You're watching her again." Lucian didn't respond. His eyes stayed on the closed door. "She's different," Matteo said quietly. "You know it." Lucian set his pen down. "Different doesn't mean safe." But even as he said it, his mind betrayed him. The sound of her voice, the fire in her eyes-they'd already begun to haunt him. And deep down, Lucian Moretti, the Devil of New York, knew one truth he could never admit. He wasn't the only one in control anymore.

“Saint Christian fell when walking out to appease the dragon to bargain that he leave these lands, just as the legend says.” I stumble back. “What…?” The priest lays a hand upon my back. “Lucifer wears many faces,” he repeats, and I feel my stomach twist. “He thrills to corrupt without the use of force, and scars of past sins most often provide him the gateway.” I shake my head. “He wasn’t… You can’t mean...” “You lay with the devil himself, child,” he grates, calm expression rippling with just the faintest, uncontrollable undercurrent of revulsion. “Now you must be cleansed.”