Lucifer Fallen Angel Tattoo Novels & Stories

Lucinda was surprised by this discovery, but she just kept quiet and followed him out of the secret passage with the wall closing on its own. ****** Back in hell, Lucifer was watching as Lucinda followed Ralph down the corridor and into an elevator in his right palm. Just seeing them together gave him a bad sensation. He sighed and closed his palm. "She will be spending time with that human, and I hope she keeps her promise and ends his life soon." Lucifer said to himself, and in the blink of an eye, he disappeared to an enclosed room in his castle that had a pool, but it wasn’t like any other regular pool; it was made of blood. He snapped his fingers, and his clothes fell off his body. He c

The icy blast would’ve made anyone else recoil, but Dante stood there, solid and unmoving, like he was made of stone. His back was a canvas of ink, just like his front. The artwork was nothing short of breathtaking. Spanning across his entire back was a massive, detailed tattoo—an angel, powerful and divine, standing within the ruins of an ancient temple. The wings spread wide across his shoulder blades, reaching toward his arms, while crumbling pillars surrounded the figure in dramatic grayscale contrast. It wasn’t just a tattoo; it was a story, a testament, a work of devotion etched forever into his flesh. It was absolutely beautiful—mesmerizing, even.

She almost laughs her words at him—a vampire running away from a human. “I am not what you think, Anais; there is more to this than you see here.” How can he tell her the truth? She will run for sure then. She sees him as a devil because he’s a vampire. How will she look at him when she finds out he is the devil? Lucifer is that fallen angel with no way of getting back to heaven. He doesn’t want to go back; he doesn’t want to be good, which is why he should just kill her.

And as the shadow disappeared from the darkness, an angel appeared before Damien. Probably not. To be precise, a fallen angel with his neck, hands, and feet bound by black chains. And the black wings on his back that were burned by black flames. Damien had seen that figure in a mythology book. Yeah, it can't be wrong. The man standing before Damien was ... "The Fallen Angel, Lucifer," Damien said spontaneously out of his mouth.

Her legs were hurting like hell from fire as she couldn't move. She stick to that spot as she continued weeping profusely. If only she had listened to Francesca! If only she wasn't desperate! She wouldn't have found herself here. She's trapped in the devil's web where she can't get out ever again... ★★★★★ NEXT DAY* TRAINING GROUND* Lucifer was in his own personal training ground, as always, he was claded in black armless top revealing his tattoos on his arm and a black trousers. He wasn't putting on an hat like he always do!

Lucifer continued, interrupting my thoughts. “To open this book, you’ll need the blood of another fallen angel—a sacrifice. It’s Wrath’s damnation for siding with me before the Fall.” “So we need to sacrifice another Sin?” Maurice asked as I felt Millie’s anxiety rise as my stomach flopped at the implication. “No, my sweet Nephew Maurice.” Lucifer said, his voice low and measured. “Then what do we need?” Maurice asked as he held Serena close to him. “There are loopholes, my dear nephew. We need only a drop of blood from someone like myself.” He extended his hand toward the book, and I noticed the intricate sigils etched into his skin—the mark of a fallen angel.

He scanned my expression, his brows drawing together. I sighed. “Sorry. Since my pregnancy I've been more emotional. I hope it’ll go away soon.” I cleared my throat then rested my palm over his shoulder blade. “What’s the meaning of your tattoo? You know why I got mine, but I wonder why you got yours.” A hint of wariness flashed in his eyes, the walls he was used to keeping up wanting to lock back in place. “Damian did it. About seven years ago.” I nodded to show him I was listening. “It’s a fallen angel, like you said. It represents the fall Damian and I took on the day our mother tried to kill us.”

On the side of his chest, against his smooth, warm skin, was a dark, intricate tattoo. My gaze slowed, focusing on it completely now, drawn in by the depth of it. The figure of a fallen angel stretched across his side, the wings wide but broken, the feathers dark and uneven, as though they had been torn apart. There was something painfully beautiful about it. The way the angel’s body was slightly lowered, like it had fallen from something higher… like it had lost something it could never get back. I found myself staring longer than I should have, my earlier embarrassment fading into something softer… something heavier.

There were gasp and murmurs around the crowd. “How the fuck is she here?” Leo asked in low tone but it wasn’t anything calm the way he said. Anyone can detect the rage in it. He wants to destroy this place where his angel was treated nothing more than an object. His pure angel. And now, his fallen angel from heaven and landed in this inhuman hell. Seeing her in such condition makes him want to slit the throats of every motherfucker who brought her and bath in their blood. “Come on Leo. The way every slave is brought here. She came into this place in the same way. And if you intend to take her after being sold then I don’t think it will be a right decision. Don’t break the rules. “

He felt uneasy as he kept on walking down into the tunnel. 'Why am I behaving like a human? When have I begin to have sympathy?" Lucifer was angry with himself as he stare at the lifeless body he was carrying in his arms. Lucifer is seen standing in the middle of sarcophaguses. Lucifer searched around, he could only see himself, Angelica and Raven. Raven felt ecstatic that Lucifer obeyed him by bringing the girl to him. He had the thought that Lucifer wouldn't listen to him because he noticed that he is beginning to have human feelings.